<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:32.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beyondMYfate</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116671570379703584</id><published>2006-12-21T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:41:43.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;text quotes from my friends..part VIII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;life can be fun even if der are many problems,shitty days,boring moments,beastly enemies. but ders one thing that erases all of it.. tons of extraordinary sweet hyper insane frnds..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frm: Madelaine Gottana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawa ka na ba sa kasasabi sa mahal mo na.."Ako lng ha..!!" ngayon eto nmn sabihin mo.."pinanganak akong wlang kakambal, kaya mahalin mo ko ng wlang karibal..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cute love story: der was a lil boy whose first love was a young girl and a picture which he found and picked frm the street..as time went by he got married. but still kept it. one day the wife found it and asked "wer did u get this?" the man said.."i kept that since i was a child..".."y?" the girl replied.."i lost this picture when i was 9.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Madelaine Gotanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know how indian people communicate without talking..see the red dot on their forehead? infrared dude! hahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Leavette Anonnuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is a collection of hearts..ready to give,share and understand..it never fades and never ends, it only remind us..life is not perfect without a friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Leavette Anonnuevo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i lose someone i love sobrang sakit..,but it was then i realized "Ok lng mwala ang taong minsan ko ng minahal..wag lang mga friends koh na lgi kong karamay.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Charmaine Calayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga taong d sinasabi na mahal ka nila pero dahil sa kilos nila, nakikita mo and they love you..para sakin, mas ok na un kesa nmn ung ilang beses sinabing mahal ka pero ni minsan..d nya napakita..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Charmaine Calayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naisip ko.., cno kaya ang mahalaga.." un taong mahal ko o un taong ngpapasaya sakin?" kc un mahal ko madali aq pasayahin..pero,un ngpapasaya saken malapit q ng mahalin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Charmaine Calayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys..they are vain and still deny it..if u dnt let them court you, ur not giving chances..if u let them pero d mo sinagot, dey say pinaasa mo lng..Be friends with them,,binibigyan nila ng malisya..iwasan, den ur being suplada..in a fight,  u explain d ka paniniwalaan..Manahimik ka, ur guilty.. Pag d mo tntext..iniicip nila agad may ibang boys..text mo nmn plague, nasasakal dw..Magsacrifice ka for them..then ur selfish. Ipaglaban mo nmn, they think tanga ka..Sila un tipong kht mahalin mo ng sobra, nggawa kpng saktan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Charmaine Calayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may act lyk so kulit..it may seem lyk im just disturbing you at all..but if you cud just know wats in my heart..ul see..nglalambing lang..nakakamiss ka po kc..gdam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frm: Joyce (bestfrnd ni ice..d ko alm surname kc nakalimutan ko.. ^_^)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hell is a big place with luxurious cars and houses..much power and wealth..earthly pleasures and the likes while heaven is a small room with nothing in it but YOU.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116671570379703584?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116671570379703584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116671570379703584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116671570379703584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116671570379703584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/12/text-quotes-from-my-friends_21.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116671544997846462</id><published>2006-12-21T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T07:37:30.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;TEXT QUOTES frm friends VII&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sa buhay maraming pagbabago..ngyon msaya bukas iba na..sa kaibigan may tunay..may hindi. alin ka man sa mga ito kht ano pa mangyari bhagi ka na ng buhay ko at un ang d mgbabago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm:Antonette Aleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person meant for you is the person who'll love you even wen there's no more reason to love you, for in ur nothingness, the one meant for you will find wats loveable in you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Grace Ilagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Who has the power to end the relationship? D guy or d girl..? u may think dat its the woman hu has it? but ur wrong!! in reality it is the man who says it all..for once he's given up ders NO TURNING BACK!! coz most women break it off only for the hope of a sweet comeback..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night i asked God, " Why do u have to create pain and hurt? y after laughter and cheers we have to cry? y not ol smiles bpainted on our faces?" he held my hand and said " my child u dont have tym to thank me wen ur happy, sumtyms i let u experience pain for you to recognize me. Remember through pains im makin you a fighter, d more u cry, d more u r hurt, d stronger u become.." i smiled den God added," always remember dat watever happens, everything has a purpose. i always give a rainbow after the rain.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Madelaine Gotanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Most relationships fail not because of the absence of Love..Love is always present..its just that..one loves too much..and the other loves too many..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Mimi Gutierrez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Our hearts stops for a second everytime we sneeze..maybe thats why sneezing feels good..coz even for a second..we become numb to the pain our heart carries..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Joan San Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Friendship is always a promise kept in the heart..so wen everything is unclear jst remember three things: im here..still here..with or without beer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Bryan Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Relationship is not finding gold or silver among the rocks of life..it is accepting each other as coal till diamonds are formed with time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm:Grace Bobos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Masaya pagmaraming friends! tawanan..kanchawan..gimik..trippings..saya diba..minsan nga naisip ko. y kelangan pang mgsyota eh anjan nmn kau wlang cool off.. wlang split.. un nga lng.. wlang ka sex!! hehehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm: Bryan Hernanadez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;U dont need to hear my voice to know that i care and u dont have to feel my touch to know that im here..u just have..to know that somewhere..somehow, im just here..caring quietly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;frm:Grace Bobos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;How to know if u live in 2006: 1. u have a frnster account..2. u have a cp. 3. u watch myx 4. u r fully aware of adult stuff 6.u always register to unli 7. u slip late 9. u wer so busy, u forget to read #5 and #8 10. u actually scrolled up to see # 5 and #8..11. den slowly ur smiling..pass this message to many friends to check if they live in 2006!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;from: Bryan Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;LOVE jan mahina ang tao, kc d yan tinuturo sa skul, sarili mo lang makakatuklas nyan pero ingat kc subject na yan maraming bumabagsak! so be careful,, d pwede kodigo jan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;from: Charmaine Calayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; minsan kht almong mali kakapitan mo..kng un na lng ang natitirang paraan para mamanhid ka sasakit&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116671544997846462?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116671544997846462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116671544997846462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116671544997846462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116671544997846462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/12/text-quotes-frm-friends-vii-sa-buhay.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116641165431346441</id><published>2006-12-17T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T14:03:50.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..."friends co-exist with the word respect"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dont treat ur friends as potential lovers treat them as ur older or younger brother/sister.. genuine friendship last but mostly relationships dont.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;flirting, kissing, touching, having sex is an irrelevant definition that goes along with just being friends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;friends are people whom u can count on in times of needs not an object to be use to satisfy ur pleasure.. not an object of a sinful act..not an object of ur desire..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;comfort goes with the word friend.." comfort" its not taking advantage of the moment or grabbing the opportunity to use his/her weakness in drowning urselves to a passionate moves.. sometimes u need to be wiser for there are people u will loose.. important persons will get hurt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is satisfying ur selfish wants and needs worth the risk of throwing away such a beautiful friendship that u have taking care of for years..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;love.., its more meaningful in friendship but goin beyond that certain level of relationship complicates it more by having lots of demands and expectations..make the right move dont waste such a precious person in ur life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116641165431346441?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116641165431346441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116641165431346441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116641165431346441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116641165431346441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116641141987849737</id><published>2006-12-17T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:10:19.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"And with love there are no rules...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have to take the risk,he said..We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Every day God gives us the sun - and also one moment in which we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist - that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists - a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Joys is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Our magic moment help us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many dissappointments- but of all this transitory; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Perhaps, the person will never be disappointed or dillusioned; perhaps, she wont suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when that person looks back - and at some point everyone looks back - she will hear her heart saying, "What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days" What have you done with the talents God bestowed on you? You buried yourseld in a cave because you were fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage; the certainty that you wasted your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;^_^ :p ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116641141987849737?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116641141987849737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116641141987849737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116641141987849737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116641141987849737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-with-love-there-are-no-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116635702984764713</id><published>2006-12-17T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T04:03:49.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;text quotes from my friends..part VI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;:may mga bagay na nakalaan sa tao khit anong mangyari pag para sayo tlga un makukuha mo, kaya wag ka magalala kng mwala man sya..d man kayo ngyon bka nakalaan sya sau sa tamang panahon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Madelaine Gotanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;:so much has changed in my life..but you being a part of it remains the same, no matter wer life takes me, ill never forget that in this lifetime, my world crashed into urs and it has bn wonderful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm:Grace Ilagan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: think about this--&gt; anyone can make you happy by doing something special, but only someone special can make you happy without doing anything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:When i was lil kid, i fel from a tree. but i managed 2 hold on 2a branch. i was up der 4 a long tym and waited. the silence, the pain in my arms, the blooed pumping in my ears, then i fell. i cudnt remmber wt happend wen i hit the ground. ol i cud remember was the agony of holding on and the wonderful feeling of letting go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from:Jovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:When you hold sum1, hold them like its the last ul ever see them..and when they go.. dont make reasons for them to stay..only reasons for them to return..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;from: Jennifer Salinas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: there only three things a girl needs in life: Love to make her weak, alcohol to make her strong and friends to pick her up wen love and alcohol made her hit the floor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Sarah Macaraig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: Masakit kpg nkkita mo ung mahal mo nssaktan dhil sa mahl nya..wala kang magawa kc wla ka nmang karapatan..maiicp mo na lng bigla "bkt ang taong pinapangarap ko..binabasura lng ng ibang tao.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:Live life like Mr. Bean he's alone..he has no family but despite of that he has the guts to make others happy and never live his teddy..which defines hs value as a tru friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Madelain Gotanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: the greatest battle ever fought by anyone is the battle of love dat cant be yours..no matter how strong ur shield is or how sharp ur sword, the bleeding cant be prevented and the hurt will never be concealed..for the wound of the body can be healed but the wound of the heart will forever leave a scar that will remind you of a battle never won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: Sa buhay maraming pagbabago..ngyon masaya..bukas iba na..sa kaibigan my tunay..my hindi..alin ka man sa mga ito kht ano mangyari bhagi ka na ng buhay ko at un ang d na mgbbgo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonette Aleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: It is the greatest ironies of human existence dat the more you love someone. the more you make urself vulnerable in the pain of losing them..and the more people u love..the more increase your chances of getting hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonette Aleta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: People will adore and love you for all the things youve done for them, but will hate you for a single mistake..thats the irony of life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Mimi Gutierez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:Pag may problema ka..lapitan mo ako. d kita iiwan..Hug kita ng mahigpit..tpos whisper ko sau.."and2 lng ako..kht d ako ang kelangan mo.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Sarah Macaraig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: Maraming nanniwala sa salitang "mahal kita" daming umiiyak, nssaktan at umaasa..pero, alm nyo po ba na sa salitang "mhal kita" natuto akong mgsabi ng "alak pa..tangina nya!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Grace Ilagan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: In life, you will never know wat uv been missing until it arrives..and you will never know what uv got until its missing..appreciate evry lil thing u have..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Bryan Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:Pag d mo na sya kayang nakkita syang may iba na..praktikal lng na magbago, umiwas at lumayo..at kng tatanungin ka nya "bket ka ganyan..inaano b kita? sagutin mo.."Pucha!! nasasaktan ako..bulag kb!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm:Grace Ilagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: Mahirap magmahal ng taong d sayo..masasaktan ka kht d dapat..iiyak ka kahit d kayo..pro mas masakit un alamong d sya magiging sayo..kht anong gawin mo.. frm: Liezl Silva&lt;br /&gt;: if its not him..it will never be him no matter how much ur obsessed with him..but if incase..just in case..he's for you..he'll always be for u no matter how often u set him free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;: Pano ba magmahal ng d ka nssktan..pano ba magmahal ng hindi umiiyak..pano kng pagod ka na pero mahal mo pa rin sya..susuko k b or magpapatuloy ka kht alm mong nssktan ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:Science answers questions in life like: y d sky is blue..how artifacts reveal history, venoms for cure..but i have one question..y cant gravity make him fall for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:We used to think that life is a fairytale..full of magic, exciting, vivid!! but that was a long time ago..now we know that theres more to life than just happily ever after".. we've learned that we get wiser each day and no fairy can lead us to happy ending.. we decide to struggle and somehow we begin to understand that we have the power to make each day better than yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm:Grace Ilagan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;:Sacrife..yan dw ang basehan para malaman mo kng mahal ka tlga ng taong mahal mo..d lng nila alm ito rin ang dahilan para mapagod ang taong ngmamahal sa taong d nakakaalam ng salitang SACRIFE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ff33;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116635702984764713?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116635702984764713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116635702984764713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116635702984764713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116635702984764713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/12/text-quotes-from-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116145026607947620</id><published>2006-10-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T02:46:11.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lindol! lindol! bow!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano bng meron? bket ba nalindol.. un una d ko sya matake pero after a series of earthquake..parang oras oras nah..kulang na lng kumuha ako ng papel para tarahan sya o kaya nmn iniisip ko or hinuhulaan ko kng wat tym ulit mgkaka-earthquake..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biruin un last night habang ngluluto ako ng pansit canton bigla na lng lumindol ng malakas..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;kumusta nm un??!!&lt;/span&gt; napadasal tuloy ako ng Our Father.. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hahhah!!&lt;/span&gt; para ko tuloy dinadasalan un pansit canton na niluluto ko..heheheh!! After a few hours..oh! ayan n nmn lumindol na nmn ng malakas kc nmn umuuga un kama ko.. para tuloy akong asa water bed..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;nyahahahha!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sosyal!!&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh katulad ngyon..as in ngayon..nalindol n nmn. pano ko alm?? habang tinatype ko tong walang kwentang blog ko..aba nmn ang monitor ko umuuga as in naibo sya ha..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;susmaryosep!!&lt;/span&gt; wait lng ayusin ko at bka magpatak na sya..(oh! ok nah!) &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hihihihi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katulad kninang umaga..lumindol ulit. Ayos din! para syang alarm clock ko..sa lakas ng lindol sya na mismo gumising sakin.. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;balita ko lang nmn!!&lt;/span&gt; sabi din ng katulong nmin naramdaman nya ang lindol habang asa wet market sya..nagulantang na lng sya at ngkakagulo ang tao..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hahhahah!!&lt;/span&gt; un pala nalindol nah!! un isang ale na natakot dw napayapos dun sa isang lalake na katabi nya na tawa ng tawa kc nalindol...ah ewan!! &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hhehehhehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay..ano kayang oras ulit lilindol..parang namimiss ko na tuloy..ewan ko lng kng maramdaman ko pa sya mamya kc nmn mayat mayain ba dw..ang lakas din ng trippings ng lindol na toh..&lt;br /&gt;and to end this nonsense..bket nga ba nalindol..wala pa akong balita kong bket??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; baket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; baket? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;baket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hahahhahaa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tata..ciao!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116145026607947620?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116145026607947620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116145026607947620&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116145026607947620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116145026607947620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/lindol-lindol-bow-ano-bng-meron-bket.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116050249620302009</id><published>2006-10-10T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:23:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;im bck to normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Finally, 3 weeks of being jailed in our own house.. im now back to normal and i can look at the mirror now.. Recently,i was using this cream&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; (xiaoli)&lt;/span&gt; to clear some rough roads in my face and makes it more younger looking. At first, i thought it was totally cool coz i can actually see the effect of it but after a few weeks my face got irritated with it. My face started to get itchy and it turns red.. then later on pumaga na sya..as in..sobrang paga na naningkit na un mata ko..i couldnt hardly see!! i cant even recognize my own face anymore. it was really a disaster!! Im just glad i have a great dermatologist &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mrs. Cristina Candava&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..ooh! God! i thank her so much for giving all this cream and medicine to bring back my old pretty face.. She was really nice. She really did take care of my face. i was relieve!! 3 weeks of not going out with my own room coz i dont want other people to see me.. it did scared me alot coz i thought ill be staying like that forever..naku! naku! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, i can go out now..go malling!! eat out with my friends!! na-miss ko magikot sa bayan..im free!! but first, i have to go to the church..i know its not a major dilemma for me to thank him that im back to normal but if its still not for him i wont be okay now.. thank God!! and thank u again Mrs. Candava..hehehe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116050249620302009?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116050249620302009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116050249620302009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050249620302009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050249620302009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-bck-to-normal-finally-3-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116050227778085874</id><published>2006-10-10T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:44:37.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;too gud to be true..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now im back in reality..i was in a bit of a fantasy lately..believing something good could ever happen..those simple words that made me smile for awhile.. those attention he's giving me which i appreciated..its was too good to be true that beneath his pretty face was a real person.. its not how he looks that excites me..its when i thought he had not just seen me..but he had look at me deeply..the real person in me..but i was wrong..&lt;br /&gt;he cant embrace everything bout me..now ill be invisible in his eyes. i dont mind..i understand..atleast im back to reality..at first it was hard to believe..its real..its really him..that he's nice and a real sincere person..whom you can talk too..you can tell everything..but unfortunately first impression last.. &lt;br /&gt;this could be very tiring and dissappointing.. its useless.. i was blinded..i guess you're just one of them..i hope what im feeling ryt now is just because of me being so impatient..im still hoping im wrong..i hope i was really wrong!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116050227778085874?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116050227778085874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116050227778085874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050227778085874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050227778085874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/too-gud-to-be-true.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116050212520227095</id><published>2006-10-10T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T09:14:40.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;text quotes from my friends..part V&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ang pagmamahal d natin pinipilit..d rin toh sinasadya..d kayang diktahan..d natin basta ginusto na lng, dhl kng kontrolado natin toh, mgmamahal na tayo sa isang taong masasaktan lng tayo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Macaraig aka Tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;May taong tahimik lng pero maraming gustong sabihin, meron din sobrang gulo pero d nmn makaamin..ung iba pasimple pa pero mahal ka na pla.. pero parepareho lng yan!! ngmamahal pero takot nmn masaktan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liezl Silva aka Best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Truth is..we hide coz we wanna b found, we walk away to see who follows, we cry to see hu wipes away the tears, and we let our hearts be broken to see who comes and fix them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madelaine Gotanna aka spicyflirt 96'ers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At muling ngbabalik ang inyong kaibigan na nambubulabog sa buong mghapon, kumusta na kayo mga kaibigan ko..itoh nga pla ang texter na kht wlang pera,,mukha nmng artista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Madelaine Gotanna aka spicyflirt 96'ers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;What if the person you love sacrifices you.. just to have another love? do you fight and never give up? ako? lalayo na lng..bkt? "cnuko nga ako" .."tpos sya ipaglalaban ko..??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Liezl Silva aka Best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan mali tayo sa napili nating mahalin..Nsaktan sa maling pagmamahal. Umiyak sa maling dahilan at kng tatanungin mo ko? wla akong alm dyan ksi kagigising ko pa lng.. gdmowning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cyrus Concepcion aka Towah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day a girl ang boy was talking..the girl said: "kumusta ka na?".. the boy replied.."eto ok lng, kw ba?"... girl:"ok lng din.." at un na nga.. ok nmn pala clang dalwa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bryan Hernandez aka Bryan Her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave something for your friend, but never leave your friend for something.. coz in life something will leave you.. but a friend will always be there for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Macaraig aka Tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Many people are now obsessed with the letter C..celfon, credit card, car, cash,chick, career, ds sunday let us reflect on the real meaning of C .. Christ! have blessed Sunday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Kai Carandang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;10 things i know about you!! 1. ur a special person with a heart so rare.. 2. ... 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10. And thats all that matters..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah Macaraig aka Tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its true! setting sum1 free is the hardest thing to do, its not the tears that makes it hard..its the small piece of hope left inside your heart dat someday ul still end up together..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sarah Macaraig aka Tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wen everythings goes worng, wen sadness fils ur heart, just remember dis three things: 1. candy .. 2.lyter.. 3..yosi tpos text mo q..yosibreak tayo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madelaine Gotanna aka spicyflirt 96'ers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang love parang sintas ng sapatos. Dalwang dulo ang kelangan para mapagbuhol...pero isang dulo lang ang kailangang kumalas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah Macaraig aka Tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think part of the reason why we hold on to something so tight for so long is because we fear that something so great wont happen twice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Strong people make just as many mistakes as weak ones do..but the difference is : the strong ones admit their mistakes, laugh about them and learn from them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;People have different outlook in love.. but whatever it is..ders only a single truth behind everyones heartache; love hurts wen God knows we deserve someone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ur in my life for a reason thus i welcome you into my heart with open arms ..tnx for the gift of frndship.. its not how short or long you stay..the point is: u came!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;its better to devote more attention a successful exit than a favorable entrance, wat matters isnt being applauded wen you arrive, but being missed wen you leave..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116050212520227095?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116050212520227095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116050212520227095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050212520227095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050212520227095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/text-quotes-from-my-friends_10.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116050192446310256</id><published>2006-10-10T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:38:44.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;deceitful heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;..........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"The heart is deceitful above all things.." we read in Jeremiah 17:9 "Who can understand it?" Though the advice of many well meaning people today is "follow your heart..," the Bible warns that your heart can lead you in wrong,even deadly, directions..Our hearts can lie..Something can "feel" right and be completely wrong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A line taken from A Kissed Dating Goodbye by:Joshua Harris&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116050192446310256?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116050192446310256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116050192446310256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050192446310256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050192446310256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/deceitful-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116050185383232424</id><published>2006-10-10T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:37:33.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;overnyt swimming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i really had alot of fun yesterday with my friends..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em, tonee, jess, patrick, marlon, juvy, boris, pitt and pj&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..we had an overnight swimming and the whole evening till 3am we're all drinking but i dont understand why i didnt get drunked..maybe because some of the guys never failed to give funny punchlines.. specially &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;patrick!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; gosh! dude!! mamatay kami kakatawa sayo..hahaha!! we had a good conversation kc most of them may sense nmng kausap..they have their own share of opinions and views..although there were moments na bigla na lng kmi mapapatawa kc nga,someone will throw a funny punchline..heheh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that drinking session, go na kmi lht sa pool..actually, it was only i, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonee, em,juvy, boris and pj&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who went to the pool..the others went home (&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;patrick and marlon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) while jess and pitt decided to sleep at the cottage.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun but ill definitely would have a great time more if &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lea, grace, kevin,aries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; specially &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;josh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;would be there to complete the night.. and ill be happier if all those friends i have in school mas lalo na un mga "drinking buddies ko" (&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tem, kenet, sony, tinay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, etc.) could be there to celebrate my birthday..tsk! tsk! sad..&lt;br /&gt;anywy, thank you to those people im with that night..you made my day a good one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116050185383232424?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116050185383232424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116050185383232424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050185383232424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050185383232424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/overnyt-swimming-i-really-had-alot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116050157183443566</id><published>2006-10-10T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:32:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;galing mo lord..ur simply the best!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;God really knows whats best for us..he knows the right timing for everything. Something happened this day..i thought it would turned out to be another dissappointment of mine but it turned out fine..it was really unexpected!! it was a simple act coming from him which i really appreciated..i was really happy!! i dont want to ask for anything more, i just wanna embrace whatever he can do or whatever we have right now..i should know how to be contented and stop asking for more..demanding for more..expecting for more..atleast that would be lesser dissappointments and lesser hurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i thank you God for everything..thank you for this wonderful day..you really are good..you're the best..thanx for being there always..&lt;br /&gt;galing mo tlga Lord..iloveyou po..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116050157183443566?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116050157183443566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116050157183443566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050157183443566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050157183443566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/galing-mo-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-116050112122797345</id><published>2006-10-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T10:30:01.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;text quotes from my friends..part IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wen i love, i dont need to change myself..to be accepted.. as long as i can adjust with the relationship..its enough..TAO lng ako..if im not appreciated,TANGA sya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isnt when you cant sleep, its when you keep your eyes open..Love isnt when you keep holding on, its when you learn to let go..Love isnt when you kill yourself with jealousy,its when you understand..Love isnt when you fall for someone,its when you catch that person when he/she falls..Love isnt when you see him/her everywhere,its when you close your eyes and he/she's still there..Love isnt when you tell him/her what you feel, its when you give up everything for the his/her sake and LOVE isnt when you think you were blind,its when you know that you're wrong but you didnt mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from: Mary Antonnete Aleta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret the choice uv made and always be satisfied with what you have now..life isnt perfect,its a blend of sorrow and joy..its just a matter of how you deal with it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;from: Belog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always learn to write your hurts in the sand wer winds of forgiveness can blow dem away, and to carve your blessings in stone wer no wind can erase them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from: Belog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont focus on what you lost but what remains..Dont focus on the pain but on how the pain is shaping your character. Dont focus on the failure but on the great lessons u learned..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from: Madelaine Gotanna (96'ers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sense of purpose is the best drive force to live..When you have a reason to live, you'll never have a reason to quit. Dont be tired of doing the will of God coz nothing is ever wasted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from: Belog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;D greatest diseaseis not TB or leprosy; it is being unwanted, unloved and uncared for. We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despain and hopelessness is LOVE. der r many in the world dying for a piece of bread, but there are more dying for a lil love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;froml: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Its ok to cry as hard and as long as you want to, just make sure..that when you stop crying,you wont cry for the same reason anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;from: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagmamahal d natin pinipilit..D rin toh sinasadja..d kayang diktahan..d natin basta ginusto na lang..dhil kng kontrolado natin toh..magmamahal ba tayo sa isang taong masasaktang lang tayo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from: Sarah Macaraig aka Tem (drinking buddy in school)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nakakapagod mghabol sa taong alamo tumatakbo palayo sayo pero lamo nmn sa sarili mo na mas madaling maglakad pabalik..papunta sa taong nghihintay na mahalin mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;from: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone it doesnt matter how many times you cried, how many hurtin word you have heard but its how much you care..and how long you are willing to sacrifice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-116050112122797345?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/116050112122797345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=116050112122797345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050112122797345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/116050112122797345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/10/text-quotes-from-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115825695632143590</id><published>2006-09-14T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T05:18:53.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sex drives: girls n boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Guys..Guys..Guys..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Guys..it's time you stood up to defend the honor and righteousness of the ladies. You need to stop acting like hunters trying to catch girls and begin seeing yourselves as warriors standing guard over them!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How do you do this? You must realize that girls dont struggle with the same temptations you struggle with. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You wrestle more with your sex drives, while girls struggle more with their emotions.&lt;/span&gt; You can help guard their hearts by being sincere and honest in your communication. You need to swear off flirtatiousness and refuse to play games and lead them on. You ha&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/sexyangle.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/sexyangle.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve to go out of your way to make sure nothing you say or do stirs up inappropriate feeling or expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Ladies..Ladies..Ladies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Girls..we have an equally important role. Our job is to keep our brothers from being led astray by our charms.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Please be aware of how easily our actions and glances can stir up lust in guy's mind!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We may not realize this, but guys most commonly struggle with their eyes. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I think many girls are innocently unaware of the difficulty of a guy has in remaining pure when looking at a girl who is dressed immodestly.&lt;/span&gt; Now, i dont want to dictate your wardrobe, but honestly speaking, Guys would be blessed if girls considered more than fashion when shopping for clothes. Yes, guys are responsible for maintaining self control, but we can help by refusing to wear clothing designed to attract attention to our body..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know the world tells you that if you have a nice body, you should flaunt it off. And the men have only helped feed this mentality. But i think we can play a part in reversing this trend.&lt;br /&gt;I think we should start getting rid of over half our wardrobe which is too revealing, because much of what we have only tempts men to look at us and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;think of impure thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115825695632143590?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115825695632143590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115825695632143590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825695632143590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825695632143590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/sex-drives-girls-n-boys-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115825552125843112</id><published>2006-09-14T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:38:41.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;hurt me then laugh at me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ill never stop trying even if someone wants to put me down..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop hoping even if someone makes me feel so hopeless..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop being nice even if someone makes me feel never appreciated..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop reaching out even if someone gave me alot of rejections..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop waiting even if someone doesnt give a damn of my importance..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop believing even if someone makes me feel so worthless..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop avoiding anger even if someone gave me full of lies..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop loving even if someone gives me endless hurting..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop loving even if someone gave me laughters of how i feel..&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop yearning for someone else's happiness even if it may cost me alot of tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;someday i k&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/sad%20rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/sad%20rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now you'll be able to see clearer from all this blindness..the goodness in me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;step down on me..&lt;br /&gt;spit on me..&lt;br /&gt;hate me..&lt;br /&gt;ruin me..&lt;br /&gt;push me on the ground..&lt;br /&gt;beat me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;never stop till there's no wound bleeding on me..&lt;br /&gt;never stop..beating me until your satisfied..beat me even if i cant move anymore..beat me until i can feel the numbness of every pain..beat me till you have releases all your anger..beat me like i did a huge crime on you..beat me! until you fade away in my sight..beat me till you want too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill never stop enduring any kind of pain if its the only way for you to see why am i doing all this things to thee..im your friend and ill always will..no matter what it takes..u wud still have me ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115825552125843112?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115825552125843112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115825552125843112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825552125843112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825552125843112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/hurt-me-then-laugh-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115825524482151967</id><published>2006-09-14T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T10:34:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ano ga dw?? kakalito na weh!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Part of embracing life is changing your expectations and realizing that problems in life are not always able to be "fixed" - but they can be managed.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All this time i thought what ive been doing with him is the best thing for the two of us..but after talking to his friend. i guess im doing a wrong move..well, i still dont know but he has a good point.. ive always thought everything is fine now..and soon i'll get through him not until ive heard the opinion of his concerned pal..its hard to believe what his friend is telling me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i was worried bec&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/bold%20angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="141" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/bold%20angel.jpg" width="69" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ause maybe he was just letting his friend talk to me..to confuse me and maybe to change my mind. i find it hard trusting anyone anymore after what he did..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Alot of people told me he deserves it..he should pay for what he did to me and thats what ive been doing now. I thought everything is clear between the two of us..just give me what i need and that's it.. i know ive been telling to myself there's no bitterness to us anymore because there are some instances that he makes me laugh and joke around whenever we've got the chance to text each other..Awhile ago, it was the first time we talked and laughed about silly things..maybe because we were with his friend but i know at the back of our head there's still anger specially on my part..i was sincere to him but i cant help myself hating him every time ill be clinging with our past.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know what ive been doing to him is the right thing i should do..he had fooled me! he had hurt me so much! he deserves it!! but after hearing the side of his friend..which is like a wake up call to me..i know for a fact that this is not what i want..i never wanted to do this to him..awhile ago, there's one particular moment when i was actually hurt and my conscience hit me because i know im making things hard for him..and up to now i cant help but get teary eyed everytime im gonna think about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;He had hurt me badly..but i dont know if im capable of hurting him coz after that its like im hurting more myself. Now im bound to loose my sanity again..&lt;/span&gt;his friend was right. is this what i really want?? of course not. i guess im mismanaging this argument we have wrongly..i thought this argument is finally over but it wasnt..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/katakot%20angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/katakot%20angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ive tried so many times reaching out on him but damn! he was so close minded..he never listen..i feel so numb!! im so clueless of what i should do!! how can this be happening now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;am not like him!! im just doing this for him to pay what he did to me..!! but why do i have to feel this f-uck-ing feelings for him..&lt;/span&gt;shi-t! this really giving me a headache!! i dont know how to deal with this dilemma we have..i dont know how to settle it anymore..i dont know if i still want to talk about it face to face with him..it would be very difficult for us to do it, i know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;they say what we were doing now is a good thing coz somehow we can talk w/o raising our temper no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but talking and trying to resolve the problem we have is the best thing.&lt;/span&gt; we cant run and hide and pretend everythings totally cool with us already..i know we have to deal w/ it now..we need to talk but the problem i dont know how anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;now a friend of mine just texted me..which perfectly fit this agony in my head. she is not actually a good problem solver. she only confuses me more..thnx alot girl..so this how it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i really ready to totally loose him?&lt;br /&gt;am i giving up with my feelings for him??&lt;br /&gt;am i letting anger and hatred defeit the love i used to gave him unconditionally and unselfishly??&lt;br /&gt;or should i love him more..love him freely w/o any expectations and demands??&lt;br /&gt;love him more instead of hurting him more??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pucha!! tlga!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115825524482151967?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115825524482151967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115825524482151967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825524482151967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825524482151967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/ano-ga-dw-kakalito-na-weh-part-of.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115825146920709776</id><published>2006-09-14T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:31:09.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;text quotes from my friends..part III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;To fall in love..napakadali. If you get married..kawawa ka. if you have mistaken..iiyak ka.so take my advice..just stay single. TIKIM! TIKIM! lng..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm:Bryan Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Marami naiibahan sakin, buti pa raw ako parang wala laging problema. Buti pa raw sakin maraming nagmamahal..bket dw ako laging masaya? Sabi ko lng, "hindi lahat ng nakatawa..masaya.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="132" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.8.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm: Rosauro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;What makes the PAST special is the way each one remembers the other when they are apart..they miss the talks..the laughters..and the time they have been together..Life changes..Memories don't..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Grace (drinking buddy in BSU)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They say past is past, we need to move on.. to see the future but how can we move on when our past is the only thing we ever wanted in the future..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm:Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;my comment: oooh!! shoot!! nice one..tinamaan ako dun!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Minsan kahit gano mo kamahal ang isang tao, kelangan mong bitawan..kahit gano mo pa pahalagahan..hindi dahil hindi mo na sya mahal, kaya mo siya iiwan..Wlang matibay na dahilan, kundi ang katotohanang hindi ka nya kelangan..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kawawa ang taong iniwan ng mahal nya..kawawa ang nagmamahal sa taong may mahal na iba..pero mas kawawa ang okra..hindi kasali sa bahay kubo.eh, gulay din nmn sya..diba?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Diba mahirap pag may mahal ka pero hindi sayo? gusto mo makasama pero iba ang kasama nya..gusto mo alagaan pero iba ang nagaalaga sa kanya..higit sa lahat mahirap kapag almo mahal ka din nya pero hindi nya maiwan un isa..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva(Best)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;my comment:tek na yan!! hindi lng isa ang kayang iwan..madami!! kung alam lng ng mga babae nya kng gano cla kadami sa buhay ng lalaki yan..buti na lang out na ko..wag paka-feeling at linoloko ka din yan..bka mahulog ka din,tulad ko..wag kang pakatanga tulad ko..sayang ka nmn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its hard to hold on to something that u know would never be yours in any way you think of..you just have to learn..to let go and face the fact that while good things never last..some dont even start..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta (96'ers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day we wake up falling in love with the wrong person in a wrong time and place. But one day we realize that is not the person, time and place &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/aa.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/aa.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that is wrong..but our expectations for a perfect love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm:Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Funny how two people meet, eye contact, hi and hellow, get contact numbers, exchange quotes/messages, even droppin calls asking how's your day, giving you a lift, talking till dawn, having meals together. Seems so perfect right?? But try to look deeper..Was there a time they talked about how they really feel for each other? Not at all, right? cause a setup like this, is all about playin it safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm:Liezl Silva(Best)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;my comment: ibang klase tlga ang best friend kong toh..tamang tama lagi kng magsend ng quotes..pakatatag ka..kalimutang mo na si _ _ _ _!! paasahin ka lng nun..mypakasaya na lng tayo. gimik na lng ulit tayo o kaya magshopping na lng tayo or mgpa-parlor sa rest day mo..ok! see yah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115825146920709776?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115825146920709776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115825146920709776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825146920709776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825146920709776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/text-quotes-from-my-friends_14.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115825077756222327</id><published>2006-09-14T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:22:15.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A boy in my past..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;again, i was browsing the net when i saw someone in my past. i dont exactly know what was the real score between us back then..i guess i could consider it as a puppy love. i remember when we were still very young, he was one of those outstanding student in our batch not to mention a very good look&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.7.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing boy..he's not a full blooded filipino which is why he has this charming looks.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;lets say he has the brain to pair with his gorgeous looks..not to mention he has this immense sense of humor.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont how it all started..i mean these "thing" between us. all i know is that he is the only one who had these huge guts to go in our house and meet my parents specially my father. i remember he never stop talking infront of my parents, its like he's not afraid of what my parents gonna think of him. Maybe because, he was st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=187,height=155,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/bogus.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ill young then. And up to now, no one has done it except him... He is so close to my mother..even if he is riding in a jeepney then makikita nya ang inay.. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Gosh! he'll be shouting out of his lungs calling my mother.."mama nora! mama nora!!"&lt;/span&gt; as in nakakahiya.. he was really that crazy. I think my father also likes him even if he didnt tell it to me back then..he never mentioned anything to me maybe because he knew..what this "boy" and i have is not that serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Everyday, he would go to our house..the whole afternoon we'll be talking and laughing..and because he is this articulate boy in school..he even knew the names of our neighbor..he is so friendly..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;he really talks with lot of sense..he never fail to make my mother laugh..Maybe its the reason why my mother havent forget him up to now..&lt;/span&gt;he was really that nice to me. And i also wouldnt forget when he let me read his diary..i cant forget those lines written in his diary.. "i care for _ _ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=378,height=300,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; (her ex) but i love aris..!! eeehhh! kinikilig ako! oooh..shoot! it was already back then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;He is such a great person..looking at his picture right now..he is not the boy i knew before..shouting and screaming my mothers name everytime they'll be seeing&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="137" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.5.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; each other..he is now a full grown man..a mature one. i think he is currently residing in manila..working in makati as a call center agent in people support (expedia).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If there's one thing that didnt change about him is his craziness, his good sense, his passion for life and dreams.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dreams which he used to share it with me during our adolescent age..Problems he had with his family.. Stuffs going on with his mind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont know what happened..i cant remember anymore how our beautiful story ended..its okay atleast he's the only guy as in sya lng tlga..of all the guys na nainvolve sakin..he is the only one who had left me with such wonderful memories and didnt left any mark of bad memories even if we got separated..seriously, i cant remember anything..aside from that sa sobrang dami na ng lalaki na nainvolve sakin..he is still the only guy who met my parents..and no one has break the record yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Maybe god allows him to meet my parents because he knew this boy has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=750,height=532,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/aa_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a good intention to me..and i guess God was so right about it..coz this boy havent left me any painful memories..only laughters and memories which makes me smile up to now..&lt;/span&gt;OR maybe my parents wasnt worrying about us because they knew that were two young to get serious about i&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="182" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.6.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t. Although more than anything..he's the only guy i know that my parents did like..specially my mother..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;if only i could tell him how thankful i am for making my youthful years very unforgettable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he crave for alot of things..he is such dreamer..maybe that's why he still not havent found his contentment..well i cant blame him. i havent find mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just wish him all the happiness in this world..and i hope someone is taking good care of his heart now.. May god bless him..if only he knew that in his past..he left a incredible spot in someone's life..i hope he never stop continue seeking for his happiness and reaching his goals..i hope he never stop bring laughters in every person he will meet along his journey..continue bringing joy into their hearts..take care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;current song im listening: start of something new of highschool musical&lt;br /&gt;--my friends in elementay definitely know this guy..-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115825077756222327?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115825077756222327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115825077756222327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825077756222327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115825077756222327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/boy-in-my-past.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115824974110394958</id><published>2006-09-14T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:02:21.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;text quotes from my friends..part II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In my existence, i just realized that happiness is very subjective factor in once life. Being happy doesnt depend on a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chieving what you want, but rather making the best out of what is given. Life isnt fair, it never was. The only thing that can makeyou completely happy is contentment. Be content on what you have, but be sure to aim high and never stop believing you can do better ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=137,height=157,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/arts.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ytime. But if all else fails, dont forget that an ordinary you has an extraordinary God to back you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: archie.yfc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabi nya: musta na? D ko sinagot.&lt;br /&gt;Yumuko ako kala nya ayaw ko sya makita, pagtingin ko wala na sya..&lt;br /&gt;D nya man lang inintay sagot ko...&lt;br /&gt;Sasabihin ko sana.." etoh, mahal ka pa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We always ask if there's still hope left or if there's still time. But we never realize that: Hope only leaves when we doubt it and time only runs out the moment we give up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull:&lt;br /&gt;How do you hang on to someone who wont stay?&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;How do you get rid of someone who wont go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta(96'ers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Katangahan bang lumapit kahit umiiwas na sya?Magpapansin kahit binabalewala lang nya? Maghintay kahit sa wala? Ako ba ang tanga dahil umaasa pa? o sya?&lt;br /&gt;na hindi makaunawang mahal na mahal ko sya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pagmahal mo isang tao hindi mo kelangang pagsiksikan ang sarili mo sa kanya..mahalin mo lang sya hanggang magsawa ka dahil pag wala ka na pagsisihan ny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/arts.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a kung bakit hindi ka nya minahal noon pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bawat tao iba magmahal.. may tunay, may salawahan, may mahirap magpadama, may todo bigay..iba iba man ang paraan..pare pareho lang ang kahinaan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=400,height=270,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/zz.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ng mga nagmamahal...&lt;br /&gt;ang masaktan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mga Salawikain:&lt;br /&gt;1. Anong ingay man ng halinghing, nakakalibog pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ang tumatanggi sa romansa, walang silbi ang nota.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ang taong sa sex ay bitin, nagiging malilimutin.&lt;br /&gt;4.Etits mang anong tigas, lalata rin sa loob ng hiyas.&lt;br /&gt;5. Mabuti pa ang maliit na daliri kaysa patay na titi.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ang titi, ibaon man nang anong lalim..paglambot ay aahon din..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Jennifer Salinas (Best bud in DLSL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;sorry po sa mga terms..for sure hindi lang nmn ako ang nakakareceive ng mga bastos na quote..lhat nmn tayo..it's just for the laughs..sorry po ulit sa mga na-offend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q:Who should be blamed when a leaf fell from a tree? Is it the wind that blew it away? or the tree that let it go? or is it the leaf itself which never hold tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Minsan hindi ko maintindihan ang sarili ko.. hindi ko masabi un totoong nararamdaman ko..gusto kong umiyak pero hindi ko alam ang dahilan, bakit nga ba may mga bagay na gusto kong iwan..pero ako rin un nasasaktan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;True Meaning of Love:&lt;br /&gt;If its because of his eyes or his lips or his great body its not LOVE..its LUST.&lt;br /&gt;If its because of his intelligence or insight about life its not LOVE but ADMIRATION.&lt;br /&gt;If its because he cries everytime you try to leave its not LOVE but PITY.&lt;br /&gt;If its becayse he makes you forget to study and sleep its not LOVE but INFATUATION.&lt;br /&gt;Love is when you do not know why you seem to be attracted to a person.&lt;br /&gt;Love has its reason,&lt;br /&gt;and that reason is unknown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can only love one person and the others? Well, they just make your heart beat. You get to meet alot of people but there's only one to whom you'll give your heart. Sure, you get attracted to many.&lt;br /&gt;But what you'll have are just feelings whether you play around or not, there will be only one person for you in the end. It can be hard finding that person and harder to feel that emotion. But &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ive been told &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it could happen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva(Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whenever life drops needles and pins along your path in life,&lt;br /&gt;Dont stay away, instead pick them up and collect them..so that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=580,height=363,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/zzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;the same pins wont hurt you again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You do we say "im okay" whenever we get hurt? is it because were brave enough to handle the pain or is it because its our way of pretending were fine eventhough were totally broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I choose to love you in my silence for in silence i receive no rejection. Nor should i bother of what it is that prevents us from being together. Its just that we can never be together. I choose to love you in loneliness. For in loneliness no one owns you but me. i choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield us from pain. I choose to kiss you in the wind, for the wind is gentler than my lips. I choose to hold you in my dreams for in my dreams you have no end. In all honesty i find it hard to believe that i will ever love somebody the way i loved you. Thank you for the experience. I love it while it lasted. I cant help but smile during those times that you threw me out of focus- those times you made me panic as to what i could do to appease you tumultous heart. Thank you for all those times that you almost destroyed my sanity. I always knew it was done for anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Ice (my drinking buddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was such a nice text that i have received from a friend which i can totally relate myself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115824974110394958?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115824974110394958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115824974110394958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115824974110394958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115824974110394958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/text-quotes-from-my-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115824834275931457</id><published>2006-09-14T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:39:02.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;got a funny story for today..hehe! hek!hek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; i was watching tv patrol while lying in my bed..suddenly this reporter told about his scope of a "holdapper" named&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; ryan rayos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who got caught in a billiard hall..hahha! what a nice name..two of my unforgettable exboyfriend who left a good and bad mark in my life..hahah!! wla lng..i just never thought a name lyk dat wud exist..and of all my ex's name and surname pa nila ang pinagsama..heheh!!! they really hate each other!! that name was really unbelievable!!  saya..wla lang!! i dont mean anything..it just really made me laugh..a boring moment turn into funny one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115824834275931457?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115824834275931457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115824834275931457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115824834275931457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115824834275931457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-got-funny-story-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115824799882100370</id><published>2006-09-14T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T08:42:37.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i just finished watching the movie The Devil wears Prada stars Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway of My Princess Diaries.. At first i thought the movie wouldnt make sense and im just up to the fab&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ulous shoes and clothes that the actors will wear.. But then, i was wrong coz it was a fantastic movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In the beginning you would totally hate Meryl Streep being a the impossible demanding new boss of Anne Hathaway.You would actually thought that she's almost trying to change Anne but in the end you'll realize the real thing behind the story..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess what strikes me is that alot of people now really would do anything to reach their goals even if their already hurting someone else or stepping on someone else..I remember when i was still in Singapore. One of my co-trainee would do anything to get alot of time working kht agawin nya pa un work namin para lng makaipon sya. Well, i understand her if she needed the money that bad for her family but my point is she's not the only one whose family is in need of money..so bket nya pang kelangan mang-agaw ng work diba..if the work wasnt assign for her then dont try to steal it with someone else..they also need the money..duh?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Another would be there's one particular line that runs a few times in the story which Miranda (Meryl Streep) keep telling on Andrea (Anne Hathaway).. "Your my biggest dissapoinment.." but in the end of the story while Andrea was actually applying &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/aa.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/aa.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for another job..Miranda as her referrence for her resume send a fax to this new company she's applying telling as simple as this.." She's my biggest dissapointment but you're an idiot if you dont hire her.." it only means she really had done something good and something right..Which was despite everything, Miranda appreciated what Andrea had done even if she dont actually shows it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont know if you get my point..but you should really watch the movie..&lt;br /&gt;and before i sleep because its already 2:14 am..i wanna say this that even if he treated me as if i was the biggest dissapointment in his life..i know he's such a stupid and an idiot person for letting me go..coz i know deep inside my heart and even if he continue denying it..i know i really did alot of good things to him..i dont need him to thank me or kiss my toe for it..but its enough that i have done such a nice thing to someone which i would still want to treasure for the rest of my life inspite and despite of all the painful things he had done to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;goodmornyt..ciao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ad.yieldmanager.com/click,gQIAACyYAAB7.gAAEHsAAAIAEAAAABEAAgAFGAAAAgIXCQEANLwAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPtxCUUAAAAA,,http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/hugzkizzes/2006/08/the_devil_wears.html," target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.fastclick.net/w/click.here?sid=24926&amp;m=6&amp;amp;c=1" target="_top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115824799882100370?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115824799882100370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115824799882100370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115824799882100370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115824799882100370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/devil-wears-prada-i-just-finished.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115730577684105802</id><published>2006-09-03T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T00:50:26.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;A guy in school..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;im struggling now with lots of confusions in my head..believing him or not! being mad at him or not!! understanding him or not!! accepting him or not!! being nice to him or not!! i used to be good with him but he always treated me unkindly..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=200,height=300,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/s3_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;so i thought ill turn the wheel now maybe he could be alot more pleasant to me. well, it doesnt matter..im not yet ready to fix things&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/heat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/320/heat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; up with him..he really did gave me plenty of pain and he had reached the peak of my patience. although i still yearn for the day we could be friends again but the impossibility of it is at present. time will come everything will be fine between us..we dont have to talk and a simple smile will do. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but it wont be soon..it wouldnt be that easy..only time can heal the pain that brought by "other people"in our friendship and in our lives..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he was also kind and at times i also find him very sincere with his words and actions..yeah i felt it but now i dont know if i still believe it. i had alot of excellent time with him though the hurting occupies more of it. well, what can i do..it already happened..some call it foolishness but to me i guess i was only to blinded of too much love i have for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/sex1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/sex1.jpg" width="133" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he was too weak..he let himself drown from his selfish wants and satisfy his pleasures more and whats so wrong about it is that he &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=148,height=209,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/s4.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never know the word contentment which is why he sees girls as nothing more than an object to satisfy his desire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he goes to church every sunday and i know his parents were very diligent and fastidious. but if he only knew the things he's doing behind the back of her present partner and to those girls he deceived. how can he ever save his relationship with the person he really love when he embraced a very ungodly attitude towards a relationship. he was living for sin and his own pleasures. its like his main concerns with his other girls were merely gratification and fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is using girls to meet his short term needs..short term romance if i may say it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope he is aware of the consequences of his selfishness and have the conscience of realizing what he had took to those girls he played around which doesnt belong to him. his struggle against sexual sin was a loosing battle. he is not only dis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=178,height=165,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/s_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;honoring God but definitely the one he &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/sex2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px" height="83" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/sex2.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;truly love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he should know that the way we love others, we should constantly grow and deepen in its insight and knowledge. And when our love grows in knowledge, we can more readily "discern what is best" for our lives. Dont we all desperately need that discernment.. i do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, im not perfect to say all this things but everyday i try not to repeat the same mistakes i did before..its difficult. Fighting your own emotion. The urge of wanting something which is so wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When we engage in guy-girl relationship, we're not always choosing between absolute wrong and absolute right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Often the choice is between what's good and what's best.&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone is obviously not a wrong offense but it depends with the situation and your actions towards it. And how you'll be dealing with it properly. but its a huge no! no! if you just like the rush of flirting or expressing feelings to a girl or a boy. its really so immature and selfish. Engaging yo&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/sex3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="126" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/sex3.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;urself with sinful cravings. having premature romance..too much..too soon. not to mention if its a short term relationship only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;True love isnt just expressed in passionately whispered words or an intimate kiss or an embrace; before two people are married, love is expressed in self control, patience, even words left unsaid..He should be realizing that while friendship with the opposite sex are great, he has no business asking for girl's heart and exclusive affections if you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=420,height=339,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://deceiver11.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/s2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; not ready and serious with her. Especially if you're already commited with someone else. He should be saving himself from the one he'll be walking in the aisle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This were just my opinion..but when it comes to this guy im pertaining to with this post. im only stating here what he had shown me after i was awaken by his pretensions&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;im now seeing a guy enslaved of deceitfulness, dishonesty, unfaithfulness  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;and selfishness. I hope someday God will help him peel away layer after layer of his wrong thinking, wrong values and wrong desires. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="235" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/320/chri.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Despite what he did to me, im still very much concern about him..i do love him after all the things ive said to him right here..i dont care. i just being true to myself..though the love is already lessen of course..im just keeping it real..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;just to end this..How many times have you given your heart away in short term relationships? Will you have anything left to give with your future wife??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115730577684105802?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115730577684105802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115730577684105802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115730577684105802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115730577684105802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/09/guy-in-school_03.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115626989039399092</id><published>2006-08-22T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:04:50.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What Are The Keys To Your Heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/keystoyourheartquiz/heart.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are attracted to good manners and elegance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You'd like to your lover to think you are flexible and ready for anything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your ideal relationship is comforting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your risk of cheating is zero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You care about society and morality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You would never break a commitment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You think of marriage as something precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In this moment, you think of love as commitment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love only works when both people are totally devoted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115626989039399092?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115626989039399092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;"Time To Grow"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dhKgp2mI3rw" width="225" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last night I tried but I couldn't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thoughts of you were in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was lonely and I needed you next to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Life is harder since you left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I never meant to do you wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And now all is said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope you won't be gone too long/No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Where do I go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What do I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I can't deny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I still feel something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And girl, I wish you could say you feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You've broken the bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I gotta move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But how do I end this lonely feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You've gone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'm here, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I guess it's time to grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I try to speak, but my words never catch the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Like you never knew I was there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Take me back to the days when you really cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can we make love re-appear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't go on the roads too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And now all is said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can't go forward if my heart's still where i'm coming from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Crying time is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know I can't control her feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If she won't return, then I guess I'll be a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time to grow / &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Make life better than it was before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Time to grow and move on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Make love better than I did before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[repeat]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Though you've gone /&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm here, alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess it's time to grow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lately ive been listening to this song..the lyrics is actually nice and i can totally relate with it..well, im now moving on but sometimes those times we had still lingers and i cant really stop myself from being lonely. But then everything has its own reason why it had to happened. Despite all this hatred and anger we have for each other at present..i hope someday we could learn to forgive and just be normal friends..i know it wont be soon but someday i know our path will cross again and i dont want to see each other having a heavy heart..im not expecting him to talk to me atleast a smile would do.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; i know it would be difficult and only time can tell and heal the pain that brought by other people in our relationship and in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.yes!! it would be entirely hard coz im not even ready to see him or talk to him..i guess he feel the same way too..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;for some reason i know our love story still doesnt have its end..as long as we havent find the forgiveness in our hearts..it wont end. ewan ko din..maybe im the only who havent completely move on..but for whatever it is i hope we both find the true happiness we've been seeking for so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115626833850714928?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115626833850714928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115626833850714928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115626833850714928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115626833850714928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-to-grow-last-night-i-tried-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115618354857422068</id><published>2006-08-21T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T23:26:08.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Separated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was only now that ive realized im not the only one who has been hurt..deceive and left by someone you have love most&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;.."moving on and letting go"--&gt; its really difficult but you can do it..i can do it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;ive been fooled so many times. i dont know?? they say i give too much..i love too much which some&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/aa.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="174" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/aa.1.jpg" width="155" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;times i almost forget taking care of my ownself. what's so wrong about that?? i love him..of course i should give importance first with his happiness than mine.. ill do everything to satisfy his needs and wants. ill give more..kaht alm ko minsan wlang wla na ko but still ill do anything for him..but still i dont understand why?? why he left me..i gave it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;every failed relationship i had?? i always asked myself where did i go wrong. ako ba un may mali..ako ba un may kulang or sila lang un tanga kc hindi nila nakita kng gano ko sila minahal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;again..im facing another break up. i know i can move on. when it comes to this kind of scenario ive already experienced alot but whats bothering me is why up to now..ako pa rin un naloloko at naiiwan.. its like the same old relationships i had keep on repeating. i dont know if theres something wrong about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i not that pretty enough!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i not that smart!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i not fun to be with!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="171" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.jpg" width="95" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;am i not that kind!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i not that caring!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AM I NOT WORTH LOVING???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;so many guys had already broke my heart..i used to tell myself i wont get tired of loving coz being hurt is really part of it. oh yeah right!! sometimes i even ask God why he let me meet and fall in love with this person who'll just gonna mislead my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;like what ive said awhile ago..im now facing another break up.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; i can move on but i dont know if my heart still wants to beat again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i was really devastated with this last relationship i had. maybe because of all the guys ive met..sya lng un sobra sobra ko tlgang minahal. its like i need to indulge myself in anger for me to be able to move on and forget him. i even tell myself in time..ill have my sweet revenge on him coz this is the only way i know to get even with him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know it wont make me happy coz deep in my heart i know i still wanting him..needing&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/a.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/a.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; him..longing him!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothing i can do now..i already grew tired of loving and giving but never appreciated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ill move on..ill have the time of my life..ill have fun..meet guys and go out with them. But falling in love?? na -ah!! id rather not.. i wont.. ill just gonna shield my heart with lots of anger so i wont end up being hurt again..ill never let my heart fall..never..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know its such a strong word..im just to scared of loving again. i know im still young and i would still meet alot of guys. ill just gonna let destiny brings me to the guy i really deserve.. the guy who'll make my cold heart feel the warmth of his undying love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115618354857422068?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115618354857422068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115618354857422068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115618354857422068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115618354857422068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/separated-it-was-only-now-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115591138890335851</id><published>2006-08-18T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:18:22.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Text quotes part II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In my existence, i just realized that happiness is very subjective factor in once life. Being happy doesnt depend on a&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chieving what you want, but rather making the best out of what is given. Life isnt fair, it never was. The only thing that can makeyou completely happy is contentment. Be content on what you have, but be sure to aim high and never stop believing you can do better everytime. But if all else fails, dont forget that an ordinary you has an extraordinary God to back you up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frm: archie.yfc&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sabi nya: musta na? D ko sinagot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Yumuko ako kala nya ayaw ko sya makita, pagtingin ko wala na sya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;D nya man lang inintay sagot ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sasabihin ko sana.." etoh, mahal ka pa.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We always ask if there's still hope left or if there's still time. But we never realize that: Hope only leaves when we doubt it and time only runs out the moment we give up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How do you hang on to someone who wont stay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;How do you get rid of someone who wont go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta(96'ers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Katangahan bang lumapit kahit umiiwas na sya?Magpapansin kahit binabalewala lang nya? Maghintay kahit sa wala? Ako ba ang tanga dahil umaasa pa? o sya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;na hindi makaunawang mahal na mahal ko sya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pagmahal mo isang tao hindi mo kelangang pagsiksikan ang sarili mo sa kanya..mahalin mo lang sya hanggang magsawa ka dahil pag wala ka na pagsisihan ny&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/arts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/arts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a kung bakit hindi ka nya minahal noon pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bawat tao iba magmahal.. may tunay, may salawahan, may mahirap magpadama, may todo bigay..iba iba man ang paraan..pare pareho lang ang kahinaan ng mga nagmamahal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ang masaktan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mga Salawikain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;1. Anong ingay man ng halinghing, nakakalibog pa rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;2. Ang tumatanggi sa romansa, walang silbi ang nota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;3. Ang taong sa sex ay bitin, nagiging malilimutin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.Etits mang anong tigas, lalata rin sa loob ng hiyas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;5. Mabuti pa ang maliit na daliri kaysa patay na titi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;6. Ang titi, ibaon man nang anong lalim..paglambot ay aahon din..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Jennifer Salinas (Best bud in DLSL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;sorry po sa mga terms..for sure hindi lang nmn ako ang nakakareceive ng mga bastos na quote..lhat nmn tayo..it's just for the laughs..sorry po ulit sa mga na-offend..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Q:Who should be blamed when a leaf fell from a tree? Is it the wind that blew it away? or the tree that let it go? or is it the leaf itself which never hold tight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Minsan hindi ko maintindihan ang sarili ko.. hindi ko masabi un totoong nararamdaman ko..gusto kong umiyak pero hindi ko alam ang dahilan, bakit nga ba may mga bagay na gusto kong iwan..pero ako rin un nasasaktan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;True Meaning of Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If its because of his eyes or his lips or his great body its not LOVE..its LUST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If its because of his intelligence or insight about life its not LOVE but ADMIRATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If its because he cries everytime you try to leave its not LOVE but PITY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If its becayse he makes you forget to study and sleep its not LOVE but INFATUATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love is when you do not know why you seem to be attracted to a person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love has its reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and that reason is unknown..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You can only love one person and the others? Well, they just make your heart beat. You get to meet alot of people but there's only one to whom you'll give your heart. Sure, you get attracted to many. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;But what you'll have are just feelings whether you play around or not, there will be only one person for you in the end. It can be hard finding that person and harder to feel that emotion. But ive been told &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/zz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it could happen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva(Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whenever life drops needles and pins along your path in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dont stay away, instead pick them up and collect them..so that the same pins wont hurt you again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You do we say "im okay" whenever we get hurt? is it because were brave enough to handle the pain or is it because its our way of pretending were fine eventhough were totally broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I choose to love you in my silence for in silence i receive no rejection. Nor should i bother of what it is that prevents us from being together. Its just that we can never be together. I choose to love you in loneliness. For in loneliness no one owns you but me. i choose to adore you from a distance, for distance will shield us from pain. I choose to kiss you in the wind, for the wind is gentler than my lips. I choose to hold you in my dreams for in my dreams you have no end. In all honesty i find it hard to believe that i will ever love somebody the way i loved you. Thank you for the experience. I love it while it lasted. I cant help but smile during those times that you threw me out of focus- those times you made me panic as to what i could do to appease you tumultous heart. Thank you for all those times that you almost destroyed my sanity. I always knew it was done for anyway..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Ice (my drinking buddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was such a nice text that i have received from a friend which i can totally relate myself..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115591138890335851?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115591138890335851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115591138890335851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115591138890335851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115591138890335851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/text-quotes-part-ii-in-my-existence-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115591075426478670</id><published>2006-08-18T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:19:14.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What Kind of Bra Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatkindofbraareyouquiz/lace-bra.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dreamy, romantic, and ultra-feminine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You're a womanly woman who makes guys feel like men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Your perfect guy is strong, determined, and handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;With a softer side that only you can draw out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You Are a Lace Bra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my comment: definitely i like a guy who shows his masculinity and he should be handsome..someone who'll fit my taste. im very much choosy when it comes to my undergaments..and with the bra i have in the pic..i like it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115591075426478670?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115591075426478670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115591075426478670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115591075426478670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115591075426478670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/what-kind-of-bra-are-you-dreamy.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115591020890965580</id><published>2006-08-18T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T07:10:08.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Who Are Your Celebrity Sisters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/celebsistersquiz/simpson-sisters.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beautiful, feminine, and stylish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Who care's if you're a bit of a daddy's girl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Your Celebrity Sisters Are Jessica and Ashlee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my comment: im not a daddy's girl..im actually closer than my mom..beautiful? yes i am!! feminine?? hindi ako un sobrang poise..sobra nmn un..i dont guys think of me as a high maintenance girl..stylish?? 100% perfect..hahahha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115591020890965580?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115591020890965580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115591020890965580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115591020890965580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115591020890965580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/who-are-your-celebrity-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115589119204149099</id><published>2006-08-18T00:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T08:22:01.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;TEXT QUOTES IN MY CELPHONE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love changes you..the way you think, the way you act, the way you decide. Sometimes you even go against your principles and beliefs in life. Loving doesnt always mean you'll be happy..Sometimes all provides you is pain and misery, yet you are blinded by strong emotions that fail to see reality..Sometimes letting go is the only answer and it hurts like hell but you will soon realize that its better for the person you love to be happy with someone else, than lonely with you..its called SACRIFICE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You know what really sucks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its when you want to ask one simple question..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/z.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/z.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;your heart is fuckin scared of the answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta (96'ers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ako raw un taong devil minsan lng mabait hindi nila alam..Ako ung devil na, dadamay sayo oras na iwan ka ng mga mapagpanggap na anghel mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Bryan Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When the person you love commits mistakes and asks for forgiveness, there is nothing to forgive because if you love someone there are no rules and apologies.. Only understanding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm:Bryan Hernandez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Its sad when i hold someone and finally decided to stop because of the pain. I tell everyone that ive let go and moved on but deep inside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I havent.. i never did.. maybe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i never will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta(96'ers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Simple lang trip natin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Manigarilyo ng lights.. uminom ng redhorse.. umuwi ng madaling araw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;manggago ng kausap..manlait ng mga tao at sympre magmahal ng totoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Un! un! eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta(96'ers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nakakapagod rin pa lang magmahal kahit gano mo kamahal ang isang tao darating rin ang araw na isusuko mo sya., hindi dahil hindi mo na sya mahal kundi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;masyado ka ng nasasaktan dahil hindi ka nya kayang ingatan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you truly love someone, your going to fight for what you believe is right, it doesnt matter if the world tells you its wrong, because if you really love each other..you dont need the world..you just need each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I thought time could heal the pain..hindi pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;no matter what time brings it can never erase nor change the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;daya noh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hirap mag let go...lalo na kung un ung pinakamagandang nangyari sa buhay mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/zzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/zzz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Do you know what makes me happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you text me?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;its not the message.., but the name that appears when it beeps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;coz i treasure the sender behind it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frm: Jan Fankhauser&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I never thought il find an angel with horns, with tiny red tail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;with those naughty smile and fun company with all the common evilness we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;had, surely your one hell of an angel i ever had..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta (96'ers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is the greatest mistake that people do when they meet love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;They try to possess it, they demand and they expect...and just like the water spilling out of your hand..Love will slip away from you. For love is meant to be free, you cant change its nature. If you love someone, allow him/her to be a free being..Give and dont expect. Advise but dont order.. Ask but never demand. It may sound simple..but it is a lesson that may take a lifetime to truly practice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Mary Antonnete Aleta (96'ers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Minsan sa pagaakalang mahal tayo ng isang tao madedevelop na rin tayo.. paglalaban kc totoo..Tapos masasaktan pag na lamang may halong panloloko.. Sakit diba.. Nanahimik ka, darating sya..para lng saktan ka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;frm: Liezl Silva (Best)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115589119204149099?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115589119204149099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115589119204149099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115589119204149099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115589119204149099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/text-quotes-in-my-celphone-love.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115583349874662489</id><published>2006-08-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:51:38.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;got a funny story for today..hehe! i was watching tv patrol while lying in my bed..suddenly this reporter told about his scope of a "holdapper" named ryan rayos who got caught in a billiard hall..hahha! what a nice name..two of my unforgettable exboyfriend who left a good and bad marks in my life..hahah!! wla lng..i just never thought a name lyk dat wud exist..and of all my ex's name and surname pa nila ang pinagsama..heheh!!! saya..wla lang!! i dont mean anything..it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;just really made me laugh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a boring moment turn into funny one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115583349874662489?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115583349874662489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115583349874662489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115583349874662489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115583349874662489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/funny-got-funny-story-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115583340809985416</id><published>2006-08-17T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T09:50:08.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;envy me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it was such a nice day..it wasnt great but good enough to make me smile.. after those few days of trying to hurt each other, somehow for awhile we find time to be able to communicate well.. i hope it is a good start for us again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;and i hope nobody would try to ruin us again..coz im trying my very hard to control my temper..i dont wanna end up hurting anybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope im wrong! i hope im barking at the wrong tree coz this high class bitch is ready to reveal my worst attitude any time..  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;anywy, dont wanna ruin my day..tata.. i jst wanna have fun now and be bitchy for awhile.. release the playah inside me! hihihi... :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;get a life.. envy me! bwhahhaha! takeca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;re!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115583340809985416?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115583340809985416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115583340809985416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115583340809985416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115583340809985416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/envy-me.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115565321108814534</id><published>2006-08-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T00:27:24.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i used to tell myself not to indulge in anger but im taking it all back..when a person is being stepped down too much, you should know how to fight already. when a person had hurt you for the right reasons, its totally acceptable and you can easily let go and move on but when a person had hurt you for wrong reasons like leaving you with lies..being left for choosing another person who he doesnt really love but because he found someone to fit his "wants" again..its unforgiveable..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can never eve&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/wed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r forget what he did to me. ill always carry the pain inside my heart wherever place i go and&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; ill always put in mind that karma would be my best revenge on him but if destiny doesnt allows it. i would still make sure it does.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;but if ever ill see him blissful with his "recent partner" (his real partner). i wouldnt let my vengeance deprive his happiness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i can only set myself free from hatred once i see him walking in the aisle with the person he really loves and that would be the person he is committed now..i would be the happiest person for i would rather left him with the person who can truly makes him complete and not with someone who's gonna fulfill only his pleasures..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;id rather see him ending up with the right girl he truly deserves and that would be his current part&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/wed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ner..ive been with him for a year and i can see that the only person who i can be happy moving on with my life and which i can leave him, i, having a peace of mind would be his girl now..and not just some ordinary girl he knew or he met..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he told me how much he really love his girl..i can only forgive him and forget everything he had done if he fulfill her promises that his girl now would be the person he would want to spent the rest of his life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope they really end up together..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;but if he doesnt ill make sure he'll be experiencing the same pain "double the pain" he had caused me..i cant do anything now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hindi namn ako ang tipo ng tao na puro yabang lang..id rather do something kpg meron na akong ipagmmalaki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;unlike other people whom i know..who only barf! who only talk sh-its! pero wla nmn dpt ipagyabang..yadah! yadah! yeah right! continue hurting me..call me names and stub me at the back..tell them more lies about me and about us..of you, being the good person..of you, who has the right more to be mad..of you, who has this clean image..whatever! i cant do anything now but in gods time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you dont want other people criticizing you..then you should better stop acting as an asshole that you are now and just be faithful with ur partner..stop satisfying your small dick and just take care of your relationship..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hope you have really left me for the right reasons and not because someone had told you to leave me..someone your winning her heart now..coz a person with a kind heart could also be a freaking bit-ch that you have ever known.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;dont get me wrong! and im sorry for the words! but im only stating a fact! im not telling this because of what happened to us..im not telling this because i dont really love you, i do..i love you so much..i guess i just really want the best for you..and i want you to be the best of what you are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115565321108814534?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115565321108814534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115565321108814534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115565321108814534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115565321108814534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-used-to-tell-myself-not-to-indulge.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115562069773251743</id><published>2006-08-14T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T23:09:32.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whichsexandthecityvixenareyouquiz/samantha.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;For you, dating is the ultimate sport.You're into guys with power, looks, or a lot of money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You rather have a great two weeks than a great forever.But even you fall victim to love from time to time. :-)Romantic prediction: You'll find love in the next few months...But you'll be the last one to realize it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You Are Most Like Samantha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my comment: dating..sometimes i consider it fun but it depends with the person your actually dating. power and looks should really fit my taste but money is not something i would consider very much important. i would prefer great forever than great two weeks. its the reason why i never stop seeking for the right guy. it's the reason why i always end up getting hurt coz im very much serious when im involved in a relationship. me? finding love next few months!! give me a break! i know ill just end up being fooled again..so id rather not know it..rather not feel it anymore..tired of loving and giving everything but you only get tears and pain..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115562069773251743?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115562069773251743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115562069773251743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115562069773251743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115562069773251743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/which-sex-and-city-vixen-are-youfor.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115562027620171668</id><published>2006-08-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T07:43:28.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a player?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouaplayerquiz/maybe-player.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sometimes a girl just wants to have fun- and when it's fun you're after, you get it.But when you want a relationship, you seem to score that as well.What you want changes from day to day? and from guy to guy.Luckily, you've got the skills to get whatever you want - and pass the leftovers on to your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not a Player, But You Dabble In the Game.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my comments: it perfectly defines me..i dont deprive myself of having fun. no matter what the consequences maybe..im ready for it. but when it comes to long term relationship..im very serious with it.  i dont exactly get whatever i want..heheh! and i never pass the leftovers with my friends..ok! :p im not that crazy.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115562027620171668?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115562027620171668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115562027620171668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115562027620171668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115562027620171668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-you-player-sometimes-girl-just.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115561906407212569</id><published>2006-08-14T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T22:20:47.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Lifes like that in Readers Digest Asia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;My wife and i were having a very hypothetical discussion one day: In the event that Hollywood made a movie based on our lives, we wondered what stars would play us. "Who would you pick to portray you?" she asked me. I thought about it for a minute, then answered,"Dennis Quaid." "In that case," she said. "I'll play myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mark Suggs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;One day, i noticed that the broom was in the living room. I thought it strange as i didnt remember leaving it there. The broom stayed in the same spot for three days before i found out why: The TV remote was broken and my sister had been using it to change the channels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yvonne Tan,Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I recentlty enquired of my daughter. "Darling, I think my painkillers might be affecting my memory. Would you ask your doctor friends whether I should stop taking them?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Stop taking them," she replied. "You asked me that last week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Arthur Colburn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson asked my son the question. "Dad, i know that babies come from mummie's tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?" he asked innocently. After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust. "You dont have to make something up,Dad. Its okay if you dont know the answer.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Harry Neidig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;While having a drink in the pub, I heard three mature ladies discussing the effects of ageing. "I have to say, Ive still got the figure I had at 20,"said one. Then, after a moment's reflection, she continued."Trouble is, everything's ten centimeters lower."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;William Bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&gt;i love readers digest (Asia) and i just wanna share a portion of this magazine w/c is Lifes like that. It features funny stories which will surely entertains you..but i also encourage you to read some of their featured articles that gives a glimpse of everything about Asia..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115561906407212569?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115561906407212569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115561906407212569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115561906407212569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115561906407212569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/lifes-like-that-in-readers-digest-asia.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115548341761866281</id><published>2006-08-13T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:37:50.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;strong grip and strong faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont know how am i able to control my temper and stay humble despite of this person who never stop trying to hurt me..everything seemed so real when were still together..i believe in every word he said to me.. somehow i felt his sincerity..he was so good to me..he never failed to make me smile..suddenly my world turned upside down..when the person who used to be my strength..my happiness is now hurting me like hell just because he wants to win&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; somebody's heart again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the same old style..the same old lies for him to make the girl fall for him like what he did to me and i guess its up to her..if she would be as stupid as i am to believe a deceiver like him..a selfish person who wants every girl he likes as his own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;how can someone be so cruel as if he doesnt have any soft part in his heart to see the people he had hurt already. i know for i fact i was not the only one he had fooled because he doesnt know how to be contented with the person he's committed now. It shows what kind of partner he is, manipulative and immatured. i just hope he learned to grow up as an individual even he is in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;he turned his back on me..when i needed him the most. i used to fight for him..coz i dont want other people hurting him and his feelings..i used to fight for him coz i want the best for him..i used to fight for him coz i believe in all the good things he had done to me..all the sacrifices and all the pain i endured just to see him happy..i never wanted him to love me back, it would be too selfish of me to ask him that. all ive wanted was him to appreciate all the nice things ive done for him and let him know despite all the foolishness he had done to me..im ready to forgive w/o second thought not just because i love him..its because i treasure those moments we had together..and that up to now, im holding on with my promise..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;that no matter what happen even if destiny test us with lots of trials i would remain as one of his true friend..and i guess this one was something i need to have a strong grip and a strong faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;it seems our &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;undefined relationship is slowly fading..slowly falling..i dont mind as long as i can still work out our friendship..the problem is i dont know how!! i dont know why he has so much anger to me when i should be the one who should be mad at him after what he did to me..i dont know if its still right for me to shut up and remain humble..when he never stop saying bad things to me behind my back..calling me different names which very much unacceptable but i would still choose not to say anything against him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the way he's acting now..the way he's treating me now was totally disturbing. its like he's not the person who i have known for a year of being together..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i dont know how will i ever save him and our friendship..am i really stupid? yes i am..stupid enough to save a friend and a friendship i wanted to last.i still believe that every person has their own kindness at heart. and for him, i guess he's just to blinded now of his selfish wants and anger to see the goodness in me..Its ok! Atleast some of his friends appreciates the nice things ive done for him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;someday..all this tears he had caused me will be replace of lots of laughters..i just hope the anger and the pain ends now..i dont want us end up together dwelling ourself in anger coz i know it wont do us any good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10 years from now if we will see each other again..i would rather see each other with a smile in our face and not having revenge in our mind and hatred in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;all ive really wanted is to save our friendship..if only he knew how much he is hurting me now..yet im trying to surpass it all coz i couldnt afford loosing a friend. i hope he sto&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/aaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/aaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;p pushing me at the peak of my anger coz i couldnt forgive myself if i would do something that will hurt him which is double the pain of what he cause me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i could be the kindest person he had ever met but i could also be unforgiving.. i know myself of what im capable of doing when im already being step down too much..i dont want to carry the burden through the years that will come coz i know alot of innocent people might get hurt also because of what he had done to me specially those one who's important to him..and that would be his fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;i pray that it ends soon..it ends now..with true happiness and genuine forgiveness in our hearts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;current feelings: confused and hurt but still keeping my faith..:p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115548341761866281?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115548341761866281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115548341761866281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115548341761866281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115548341761866281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/strong-grip-and-strong-faith-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115521815406274427</id><published>2006-08-10T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T06:55:54.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's nothing nice about it. A few people enjoy it, some are addicted to it, but most people try to hide their anger, sometimes so completely and instinctively that they don't even feel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What if anger was a good thing? What if it, like the pain of a twisted ankle, was a signal that something is wrong? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even for the rage-aholic, anger signals a real problem that needs to be addressed. Usually it's a sense of insecurity and shame that creates a need for the narcissistic, temporary power of going berserk. For that explosive moment, everyone gives you the focused attention you crave, and you feel better, your sense of unworthiness diminished - until that insecurity rises into consciousness again. Then the destructive cycle repeats. This type of anger is a signal that a healthy sense of self with boundaries needs to be developed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And for those at the other end of the spectrum who try to hide their anger? Well, it may reappear in the form of depression, obsession with appearance, or an adherence to highly structured, rule-bound groups or activities. Again, it's a sign that someone's sense of self is diminished (that they're insecure), which requires acknowledging (followed by working to build self-worth). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luckily, while you're in the process, there are some coping strategies:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Figure it out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What's really eating you? Are you avoiding something? Hiding something? Afraid of abandonment? Not taking responsibility for your life? Deep down, you have an inkling of the problem, and the first step is recognizing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is it worth it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sure, that car just cut you off in traffic, but is it worth getting in an accident, or fighting with a psychotic who's got road rage? Is it worth the energy it takes to be this angry over something that in the long view is insignificant? Ask yourself would you be angry if you knew that that car was racing to the hospital to get to their unconscious child? Is it possible to decide to be grateful that they didn't hit your car and focus instead on things that do matter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Axe the adrenaline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're at work, you're angry, your heart is pounding, your face is hot and your back is rigid. Now what? In many cases it's not a good idea to explode. If at all possible, remove yourself from the situation for 20 minutes, which is the amount of time it takes to recover from a surge of adrenaline. Go for a short walk, or go to the parking garage and practice deep breathing. Acknowledge that you're angry, note the reasons why, and weigh your possible responses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Feel the power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you're in a place where you can really experience your anger safely, rather than pushing it aside with a cigarette, a cocktail or a large piece of cake, sit with it. Feel it. Explore it. Enter it and stay with it. Don't think your way out of it, just be with it for a few minutes. This may well be the first time you've just sat in your anger since you were a child. Anger is just a feeling and given a bit of time and space, it changes -- then dissipates. Anger, truly experienced, can become the motivating energy for necessary change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be the change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Once you've taken the time to really experience your anger, it often follows that you know exactly what you need to do, or change, or work on to get to the cause of the anger. Use the power of your anger's energy to make a plan and act on it. Also, when you're sure that you're thinking clearly, examine the potential consequences of your actions. Try to choose what will truly benefit you over other perhaps more tempting actions, like revenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stand in judgment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now that you've moved through your anger, decided what needs to change, and how to make that happen, ask yourself how you handled all of these steps. What could you do differently? Giving yourself time to reflect allows you to develop ever-greater facility with anger and then a fuller, richer, more authentic life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--i hope some guys could be able to learn to control their temper and act like a man..a mature one!! well, i cant blame them if their brains is as little as their dick!! shockers!! ooops..sorry!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115521815406274427?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115521815406274427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115521815406274427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115521815406274427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115521815406274427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/anger-anger.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115515175286507644</id><published>2006-08-09T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T12:58:59.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;how to deal with cheating partner?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Discovering that your partner is a lying, cheating rat is one of the worst betrayals on earth. The choice is yours: kick 'em to the curb or try to salvage the relationship. Either way, you'll eventually have to get out of bed and start living again. Here's our three-step plan for finding life after a liar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deal with It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We've all seen the image of a scorned woman (or man) dramatically exacting revenge on a cheating partner. Setting his house on fire. Beating up her lover. Vandalizing his car.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/aa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/aa.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But a more common reaction to infidelity is the exact opposite of vengeance; many victims try to act like the betrayal never happened. Denial is a useful crutch that can help us cope in the immediate period after a traumatic event. Yet many people -- especially those who decide to stay with their unfaithful partners -- turn this temporary coping mechanism into a way of life.&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether you intend to leave the cheater or continue the relationship, before you can begin to move on with your life, you'll need to tackle the difficult and painful journey of actually dealing with the infidelity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even if you leave the cheater, you still have some soul-searching to do before you can move on. Betrayal can leave lasting psychological wounds that, if left unchecked, can affect how you interact with people for the rest of your life. There's no set time limit for grieving after infidelity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Whether you end the relationship or try to save it, you must cope with the loss of your life as it was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If you ended the relationship, you may find yourself thinking about the person over and over again, wishing things were different. Or your bitterness might make you suspicious about love in general.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;If you're still with the person who cheated, you may have a very difficult time letting go of the infidelity. Even after you think you've forgiven him, you may not be able to stop bringing it up.&lt;br /&gt;But at a certain point you've got to let go and move on. By hanging on to thoughts about cheating, you allow negativity and betrayal to rule your life. For your relationship, yourself and your sanity, you have to deal with the infidelity and then let go of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make a conscious decision that you will not allow the infidelity to dominate your thoughts. Of course it will cross your mind; but when it does, let the thoughts pass through you and move on to something more positive.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Learn from the Past But Trust Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After you've truly dealt with the infidelity and let &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/tears.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;it go, you can finally begin to trust again. Notice the idea is to begin to trust again -- there's no expectation that you will immediately bounce back to trusting like you did before the affair. In fact, you may never trust with that blindness again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That's not necessarily a bad thing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;People who've never experienced infidelity have the luxury of naiveté. They trust fully, give all their heart, love boldly and loudly. They do it because they don't know any better.&lt;br /&gt;But once you've experienced an intimate betrayal, you do know better. You have a deep understanding of the pain you risk by trusting again. Yet despite the past, and all you've learned from it, you take the risk anyway. You give and receive love again. And because of all that came before it, this love will feel more generous then any you've ever experienced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--an article for those cheaters and have been cheated..not all guys are the same, so why stop loving, why stop trusting..it just so happened that fate wants us to meet first guys who's a freakin ass-hole..who let their dick control their life by satifying their selfish wants..but dont worry you'll always end up with the right guy..with the best guy you really deserves..just dont be to blinded with ur feelings or else you'll wake up one morning having a relationship with a guy who's gonna make your life miserable..a living hell..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115515175286507644?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115515175286507644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115515175286507644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115515175286507644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115515175286507644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-deal-with-cheating-partner.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115485209714714480</id><published>2006-08-06T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:12:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not in a good mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;badtrip tlga..instead na asa bhy ako ngyon..and2 ako sa computer shop. why???kc meh ngnakaw dw ng telephone line ng digitel sa may amin..demet!! its been 5 days already..wla pa rin dial tone ang fone namin..kainis tlga... ang bagal ng service nila..grabeh!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;how many days do i have to wait..i hate this..i really hate this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; everytime i have something on my mind..gusto ko pumunta agad sa harap ng pc ko and now i still have to search for my pen and a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/anger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/anger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;piece of paper para lang maisulat ko agad lht ng ideas ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so many days had passed..and so many things already happpened..as much as i want it to put here and enumerate here everything that i feel, i cant. i cant concentrate in this place..there so many kids playing on line games..and beside me were two girls .. laughing and giggling..kainis! haler! computer shop kaya toh..ano ba?? kanina pa kayong tsikahan ng tsikahan ah! wlang poknat ang kadaldalan nyo ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ok calm down! ahriz! its ok! be civilized..eeeeh! gusto ko na clang sabunutan..ang ingay! shet! this is not good..ill just go ahead...kakain na nga lang ako..bad trip nmn.. see yah later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;this is really freaking me out!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115485209714714480?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115485209714714480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115485209714714480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115485209714714480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115485209714714480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/not-in-good-mood-badtrip-tlga.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115452988371851397</id><published>2006-08-02T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:10:09.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Is this the right decision? i hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;its really difficult to pretend that you're not affected seeing the person i love getting hurt.. its more difficult when im the one who's hurting him..for him to teach him a lesson..all this time ive been letting my heart dictates me on what i should do in all aspects of my life..and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i guess im turning the wheel now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i guess its better for me to let my mind speaks..but it doesnt mean ill stop loving h&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/upuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/upuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;im anymore..i just want him to see my importance and if it doesnt happen..i guess its really time for me to move on..ill move on keeping the love i have for him. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;we dont have to be in a commitment for me to love him, right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i could still love him even if he's already with someone else as long as his happy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;im changing my path, hoping that in the end of it i would still find him..ill carry the burden and the pain of loosing him now .. believing that someday we could start all over again..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not as lovers but id rather would want to be as friend..its because im afraid to loose him anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; im scared to took any risk again and suffer our friendship together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i just hope everything will end up fine for the two of us..i hope we could still patch things together someday and give our friendship another chance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115452988371851397?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115452988371851397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115452988371851397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115452988371851397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115452988371851397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/is-this-right-decision-i-hope-its.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115444276380983094</id><published>2006-08-01T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:30:24.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;How Bitchy are you???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/howbitchyareyouquiz/bitchy-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Generally, you're an average woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;with average moods.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;But sometimes... well, watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes, you let your mean side get the better of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And you enjoy every minute of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***You Are 51% Bitchy ***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My comment: 51% .. i expected a higher score..hehehe! just kidding!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115444276380983094?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115444276380983094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115444276380983094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115444276380983094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115444276380983094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-bitchy-are-you-generally-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115444244324000680</id><published>2006-08-01T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:09:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Are you a girl or a woman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/areyouagirlorawomanquiz/not-a-girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Inside you've got the passion and ideals of a teenager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And your intensity for life is what attracts most of the men you date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You also like to party - and quite often you're the life of the party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;You've brought the best of your younger years with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;at least most of the time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***You are not a girl but not yet a woman***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;My comment: yes i indeed brought the best of my younger years with me..that's why despite all my downfalls i remain strong and gain strenght even more..and i face my everyday life with a smile on my face and looks every pace of my life positively.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115444244324000680?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115444244324000680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115444244324000680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115444244324000680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115444244324000680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/are-you-girl-or-woman-inside-youve-got.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115444197372820352</id><published>2006-08-01T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:03:02.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Do you go for brains and beauty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/doyougoforbrainsorbodyquiz/brains.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You want a guy with a big... brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And of course it would be nice if he were a total hottie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but you're not counting on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What's on the inside is what counts for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(Besides, you can always change the outside later!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;****You Go For Brains! ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;My comment: Well i dont really go for guys "who knows it all.." i jz needed someone who knows how to handle a fun and an interesting conversation. im not into a hottie guy instead iv love to go out with a cutie..heheh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115444197372820352?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115444197372820352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115444197372820352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115444197372820352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115444197372820352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-go-for-brains-and-beauty-you.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115428395656260335</id><published>2006-07-30T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T17:36:50.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;i really love to eat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;burgers, fries, spaghetti, pizza, anything ill eat..grabeh ang sarap kumaen! lyk right now..its already 2:09 am and im still up..eating fries and pizza..ano kayang makaen bukas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lately ive been craving so much for chocolates..any kind! &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/burger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/320/burger.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kht local bsta chocolate! heheh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;everytime i go out and eat in a foodchain..personally i like KFC and Jollibee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went to KFC and i order this 2 meal and then i ask for another large fries..ako lang kumaen nun lht..geeeh! kakahiya! i should just eat it out..kc nagulat ata ang mga tao sa katakawan ko..one the crew keeps on glancing on me..he's maybe thinking,"nak ng..ang takaw nmn ng babaeng toh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;heheheh! sobrang sarap kumaen specially when im depress dpt may stock ng foods sa ref..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my sister was telling me bkt dw b ang takaw ko..i dont know. i dont see anything wrong with that..i still maintain my figure although medyo masakip na nga iba kong pants. i need to gain weight kc magagamit ko nmn toh pagnagka work na ko..ang panget nmn kng mxadong payat diba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i would still want to gain some weight kc payat ko pa rin dw tingnan pero ngkalaman na dw ako ng konti..geeeh!! heheh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;bsta kakain ulit ako bukas ng madaming madami..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115428395656260335?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115428395656260335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115428395656260335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115428395656260335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115428395656260335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-really-love-to-eat.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115428138621320830</id><published>2006-07-30T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:57:52.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Smile At Me by Rocksteady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Funny how i fell for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; i have no plans of fallin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the day you caught my eye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt;he really did caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And my life have never been the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; nothings change but he makes me smile everytime i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;think about him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Since the day i saw your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; yes that one smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As it shine above of everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; i glance at him not once but several time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Stand out from the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; he really stands out from everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And somehow i can't find the words to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; my mind started to freeze, i dont know if i should greet him or not..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your're indescribable, you sweep me off my feet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; --&gt; you seem to be more than perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everytime you smile at me, at me... at me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; hindi pa nga sya ngssmile sakin pero parang sya na lng ang tao dun sa place..&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/rose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt;hindi pa nmn bka nga maging darker pa kc lalaki rin kaya sya..guys are all the same..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You always take my breath away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; you did take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; you're almost setting me free from pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When everytime you smile at me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt;never smile at me anymore..ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's this feeling that i cannot hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt;no feelings will ever occur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;That i couldn't get enough from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; but i just cant stop staring at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I can't deny.. im mesmerized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt;sobra akong na mesmerized sayo that time..which made me search for you at the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;By the beauty of your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cause you knock me off my seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; you really knocks me off my seat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Everytime you smile at me, at me... at me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt;no! no! dont ever smile at me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You light my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always take my breath away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&gt; with just one look you really did take my breath away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;You set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;When everytime you smile at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont wanna see him anymore..rather not fall again. there would be no difference..he is just one of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;current feelings: hindi tlga pede..kinikilig pero d pede..and besides im still involve with someone right now, though its very complicated..enough na un napa-smile nya ko with that one night..with those simple glance..oki..that's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115428138621320830?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115428138621320830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115428138621320830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115428138621320830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115428138621320830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/smile-at-me-by-rocksteady-funny-how-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115428005494995447</id><published>2006-07-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:20:54.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Am i really that careless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here i go again being the careless person that i am..gosh! stupid..eeeh! kakahiya..haler! lasing b ako..o may pagkakrung2 lang tlga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;im just glad i never mentioned any names in my recent post at my friendster account..gosh! kainis tlga! naman! naman! i hope he never read any of my post..demet!! i don't know if ill be able to look at him anymore..shockersss!! tlga!! geeeh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well there's nothing wrong with my last entry..ano b kasi! its jz an admiration ok! i just admire him because he seems to be a nice person and he looks so neat and mukha syang mabango! hahah! kumusta nmn un....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Gusto ko ng iuntog ang ulo ko ngyon..kakahiya!! na kakakilig! pero nakkahiya pa rin..no ba??&lt;br /&gt;No..No..there's nothing wrong with what ive posted..un lng nmn un..so..okay, this is not right anymore..he is a guy..he is just one of those guys..and besides it was really nothing..ok..i was just suprised to see him there. no doubt, with that looks he definitely made many girls cried kht na sbihin pang brother sya ng bessy ng sister ko..guys are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; just all the same..&lt;br /&gt;i have to stop it now..demet!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;current feelings: kinikilig pero kelangan pigilan..hehhe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115428005494995447?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115428005494995447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115428005494995447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115428005494995447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115428005494995447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-i-really-that-carelesshere-i-go.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115425143454996544</id><published>2006-07-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T03:01:11.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What's your power color??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatsyourpowercolorquiz/power-blue.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Relationships and feelngs are the most important things to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are empathetic and accepting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- and good at avoiding conflict.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;If someone close to you is in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it makes you hurt as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You try to heal the ones you love with your kind and open heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***Your Power Color Is Blue***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My comment: sobrang true lht ang nakasulat dito..a huge percentage of my personality were already enumerated here..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115425143454996544?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115425143454996544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115425143454996544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115425143454996544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115425143454996544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/whats-your-power-color-relationships.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115425013946126148</id><published>2006-07-30T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T02:57:37.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How vain are you??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're a little vain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but you also work hard for your good looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Just remember, everyone knows you are a total hottie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You don't have to remind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***You are 61% vain***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My comment: Everything here is true...heheheh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115425013946126148?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115425013946126148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115425013946126148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115425013946126148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115425013946126148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-vain-are-you-youre-little-vain-but.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115419013628936139</id><published>2006-07-29T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T09:22:16.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ukay-Ukay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lacoste, Mossimo, signature clothes etc.. such a very expensive clothes. Well, i can afford to buy it but im a practical person. Why spent too much money when you can buy same quality and same style in an ukay ukay..yah! i fond of going there.. If you have this keen eye for fashion and you know how &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to mix and match..you'll definitely have the best buy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont know why people go with the brand of clothing like my father..susmaryosep! daig nyo pa akong magpasosyal ah! he likes buying lacoste..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes i see people who wears this branded clothes but they still look "baduy"..sorry for the term..para bang wlang dating. I think its not about the brand its about how you carry yourself with such confidence..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I mean there are also famous people even in Hollywood like Salma Hayek, Cameron Diaz, Drew Barrymore who prefer buying clothes in a cheap store..as long as they can see the quality of it, is at its best..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Going to ukay-ukay is such a stress reliever for me specially if im down..i like buying clothes when im very much depress..i go there alot kya kilala nako un owner nun store..heheh! Well, i dont really care if i just both it there..i can carry the clothes so well..with such grace!! beat that!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Galing hongkong..galing china..hahah!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/320/untitled1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can buy anything there from formal clothing, jacket, casual..everything. Just be very observant of the clothes you choose..ok! and make sure it really fits you and it makes you comfortable..it makes you one heck of a pretty lady!! like a headturner..hala! kumusta nmn un! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OA na! hhahha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Most of the clothes i buy there are formal wear..coz i can use it alot for applying. Some were clothes with long sleeves which i used during rainy season like right now and i know i can use it when i go out of the country..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Cant wait to have my allowance..i heard they already have new arrivals..eeeeh!! saya!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115419013628936139?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115419013628936139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115419013628936139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115419013628936139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115419013628936139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/ukay-ukay-lacoste-mossimo-signature.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115418498862557118</id><published>2006-07-29T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:56:28.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What age will you die???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/die.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're pretty average &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when it comes to how you live...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And how you'll die as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***You will die at age 79***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My comment: How i wish abutin pa ko ng 79..hehhe!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115418498862557118?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115418498862557118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115418498862557118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418498862557118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418498862557118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-age-will-you-die-youre-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115418423442631714</id><published>2006-07-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:43:54.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Are you hot???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're a little bit crazy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a little bit naughty, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and a whole lot of sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You go beyond hot - you set people's senses on fire!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/spicy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***You are super spicy***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My comment: tlga lng..yah i go beyond being naughty and crazy, when im in the mood..hehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115418423442631714?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115418423442631714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115418423442631714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418423442631714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418423442631714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/are-you-hot-youre-little-bit-crazy.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115418390782433950</id><published>2006-07-29T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:48:41.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What alcoholic drink are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're the life of the party, and a total flirt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are also pretty picky about what you drink..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Only the finest labels and best mixed cocktails will do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Except if you're dieting - then it's Diet Coke and Bicardi all the way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatalcoholicdrinkareyouquiz/rum.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***You are Rum***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My comment: I cant say im the life of the party..im not that. although i could be a total flirt if im already drunk.. but i dont get blinded of what i drink, that's why i still end up flirting guys who only fits my taste..Yes, i tend to be very picky of my drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115418390782433950?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115418390782433950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115418390782433950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418390782433950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418390782433950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-alcoholic-drink-are-you-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115418354114408659</id><published>2006-07-29T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:32:21.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are calm and rational.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are also giving and kind - a great friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are easy going and trusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115418354114408659?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115418354114408659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115418354114408659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418354114408659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418354114408659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-does-your-sleeping-position-say.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115418316115151078</id><published>2006-07-29T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:26:01.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***You Are Cyclops***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115418316115151078?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115418316115151078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115418316115151078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418316115151078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418316115151078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/which-of-x-men-are-youdedicated-and.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115418281450381971</id><published>2006-07-29T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T07:20:14.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What 2004 Hit Song are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/naughty-girl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Tonight I'll be your naughty girl..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm callin all my girls..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We're gonna turn this party out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know you want my body"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***2004 was your year! You felt sexy as hell - and it showed.***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115418281450381971?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115418281450381971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115418281450381971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418281450381971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115418281450381971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-2004-hit-song-are-you-tonight-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115417541094993176</id><published>2006-07-29T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T05:16:51.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;As the night goes on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;After watching Sukob..we decided to hang out first at Vivo before we go home. We were in the middle of a conversation when suddenly the waiter gave us a bottle of San Mig light. Pinabbigay dw un isang guy dun sa kabilang table. Well, we accepted it..libre nmn kc,db. Bawal tumanggi sa grasya..heheheh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And then again, we were interrupted because the guy who gave us the bottle went to our table asking if he could join us.. Wat da fak! he is so drunk.. gosh! My pal liezl couldnt say anything and I, who's so pissed off already told him frankly. No!! we dont want him in our table because were talking about some important matters. I guess he already got the hint..we're not interested in him. Hindi nya kmi makkuha sa isang bote ng alak..freak!! We're not that kind of girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/giggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/giggle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Until i saw a group of guys came..Surprisingly, one of the boys is the brother of Liezl's exboyfriend. I starting to love the night when i saw my pappy..my admiration! my crush! my cutie pie..P--l..hahah!! so papable tlga! he's the brother of my sister's bestfriend..ang kire ko noh! at sa sobrang kakirehan ko..i told Liezl to go to the other bar kng san andun cna papable ko! heheh!! since i dont like to stay at Vivo anymore because of what happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So we went to Technobar..and this silly friend of mine ask this two guy if we could join their table..shocks!! kakahiya tlga! at nagpaka-feeling nmn ang mga lalaking toh! eh depress lng nmn ang friend koh! i dont know maybe their just being nice to us but i dont think so..itsura pa lng d na mapagkakatiwalaan noh! Fortunately, i saw a vacant table inside kaya hinila ko na un friend ko sa loob. Happy! happy! happy! me! because i can see him at our table..hahah! saya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know his glancing at me..asa Vivo pa lng ako. Its because he knows me and he's too shy to greet me..ako nmng ulaga! i started to have butterflies in my stomach when he caught me staring at him..kya d n ako nakabati..demet!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's so cute..He's my type of guy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is so my&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/kilig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/kilig.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sterious.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is a man of a few words..ewan ko din. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kc nmn kpg nkksama namin sya ng sister ko at ng kapatid nya..ang tahitahimik! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like him.. sya un tipo ng lalaki na nasa loob ang kulo and i find him very challenging..hihihi!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero parang hindi ata toh kya ng powers ko..we'll just see what might happened..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought were gonna be okay but then another guy went to our table asking if they could join us. So i again i told him, no..im sorry but you cant join us...eeehh! kainis! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We stayed there for almost 2hours..listening to my friends pathetic dilemma with his partner..while im enjoying myself watching him from a far..such a cute smile..the way he carries himself..everythings so perfect in him..haaay...like ko tlga sya!! hanggang crush na lng cgro ako..hindi toh kaya ng powers ko..how i wish we could also be close like our sisters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i mean like closer than close..hahhaha!! just kidding..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing really happened that night..puro lng ako pa-cute. Its ok i know i would still see him..Add ko na lng sya sa frnster..hhahhaah!! And im glad i saw him that night atleast i forgot my complicated partner and my problems with him for awhile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;current feelings: sobrang kilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;current music: breathe by michelle branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115417541094993176?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115417541094993176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115417541094993176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115417541094993176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115417541094993176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/as-night-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115416629909901981</id><published>2006-07-29T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:51:24.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sukob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Last night i was with my best pal liezl who's currently facing problems with her relationship like me. But then instead of weeping all night with tears and waking up in the morning..looking like a bum.. we'd rather go out and have fun..hhahaha!! thou there were still times we think and talk about our  complicated partners..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;So what we did was ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We went to a movie theatre to watch Sukob. I thought it was kinda cheap but th&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/sukiod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/320/sukiod.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en gosh! the whole night were watching it..i almost couldnt breathe. Every scene will surprise you and will definitely gonna make you scream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The actors were great..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Theres a lot of twist in the story but love it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You should really watch it! d kayo malulugi! promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was totally creepy..nice one!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Grabeh! na wa-poise ako dun ha! kakasigaw! hihihi! katakot kc un mumu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;WARNING: You should better bring someone when you watch it..hihihi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115416629909901981?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115416629909901981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115416629909901981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416629909901981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416629909901981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/sukob-last-night-i-was-with-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115416499164267134</id><published>2006-07-29T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:23:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Superhero Are You?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsuperheroareyouquiz/elektra.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's really no superhero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;with more style than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Because who could beat being sexy assasin ninja?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***You Are Elektra***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115416499164267134?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115416499164267134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115416499164267134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416499164267134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416499164267134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-superhero-are-youtheres-really-no.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115416456952158576</id><published>2006-07-29T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:16:09.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What Color Is Your Lucky Underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorisyourluckyunderwearquiz/red.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're confident and bold, and your lucky red underwear will only make you more sure of yourself.You have a great zest for life, and you tend to take on impossible goals - and succeed.&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to love, it's hard for you to take the time to open up. You're too busy conquering the world.So if you're looking for a little more romance, put on your red underpants. And see where their passion takes you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***Your Lucky Underwear Is Red***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115416456952158576?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115416456952158576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115416456952158576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416456952158576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416456952158576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-color-is-your-lucky.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115416393747682693</id><published>2006-07-29T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T02:05:37.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What Gender Is Your Brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatgenderisyourbrainquiz/brain.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your brain leans female..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You think with your heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not your head..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sweet and considerate, you are a giver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But you're tough enough not to let anyone take advantage of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***Your Brain is 73% Female, 27% Male***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115416393747682693?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115416393747682693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115416393747682693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416393747682693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115416393747682693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-gender-is-your-brain-your-brain.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115415999691331331</id><published>2006-07-29T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:59:56.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Who Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Were:&lt;/em&gt; A Happy Go Lucky Despot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where You Lived:&lt;/em&gt; Cyprus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How You Died:&lt;/em&gt; In Childbirth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***In a Past Life...***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115415999691331331?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115415999691331331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115415999691331331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115415999691331331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115415999691331331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-were-you-in-past-life-you-were.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115415957696100433</id><published>2006-07-29T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T01:59:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;~First Things First~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Name: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Aris Ayesa Serviano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Gender:&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; Female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Location: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Batangas City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdate: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;September 11,1983&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hair and Eye color: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Black and Brown&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Favorites~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Two Colors: Green and White&lt;br /&gt;Actors: &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Keeanu Reeves, Brad Pitt, Richard Geere, George Clooney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actress: &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Julia Roberts, Winona Ryder and Katie Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magazine: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cosmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Song: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me go of 3doors down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Band: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;many..many..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Memory: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;moments with baby aj and my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;~&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Least Favorites~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Memory: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;failed relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Colors: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;violet and red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Actor: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Leonardo DiCaprio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Actress: Kate Winslet, Julia Stiles&lt;br /&gt;Song: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;un maiingay..naman! kainis eh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; bsta un bandang maingay at di ko na maintindihan ang lyrics ng song nila! shet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sports Team:&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue Eagle&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kc lasalista ako weh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;~Your Type~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Long hair or short? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(boy cut) short..(girls) long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Body builder, athletic/lean, average, pleasantly plump? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above 6' or Below? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar tastes or opposites attract? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;similar taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealist or Realist? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Idealist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Likes starting fights or hates conflict? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hates conflicts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Should your ideal man or woman like rap, country, pop, or rock?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; it doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Honest or hides things to avoid hurting your feelings? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Honest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;His/her car should be a: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont mind if he doesnt have a car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke/drink? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Puts family first or friends? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Puts family first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny or serious? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy or outgoing?&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; outgoing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Prefers animals or prefers paintings of animals? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;prefers animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;~Your Best Friend~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Is your best friend of the same or opposite sex? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;three girls with different personalities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever get sick of him/her? Ever? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes..sometimes she tends to be so sensitive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;What is one thing that you adore about him/her? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;josh (very sweet), joan (matured), liezl(no dull moments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You are most grateful for your best friend because: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;they never left me when i needed them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song that most describes your relationship:&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i will survive..hehhe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The color that describes your relationship: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;rainbow colors..hahhaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Your favorite memory:&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; every moment that im with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How long have you known this person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(liezl and josh) almost 10 years &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and joan (almost 6 years)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word or phrase that describes this person:&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; josh (sweet), joan (understanding), liezl (funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One word or phrase that describes you two: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;were all pretty figthers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Are you and this person very close, considering other friendships? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wish you were even closer? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sobrang close..para na nga kming sisters tlga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you ever have feelings toward this person that you can't explain? &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;soulmate ko c liezl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even if you feel totally open and comfortable with this person, do you ever&lt;br /&gt;get butterflies when you think of him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;when it comes to my guy friends..nope..I have a huge respect with my guy friends..wlang talo talo..sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115415957696100433?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115415957696100433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115415957696100433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115415957696100433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115415957696100433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-things-first-name-aris-ayesa.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115407566920158160</id><published>2006-07-28T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:39:44.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;In Pain of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so many questions, left unanswered! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so many feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;being rejected..being neglected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;taken for granted!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so many lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;so many deceitful acts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="161" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/aa.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so much love has been wasted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;of such foolishness..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the hurt, the pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that's breaking you into pieces..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;making your world collide..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;making your soul dreadfull..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;making your heart bleeds.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;after what you've done, after all the sacrifices..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you'll just be left alone with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;your pride and dignity have been stepped down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you just let it happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;you just let him hurt you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;why?? because you love him..you love him so much!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;but when will he stop hurting you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ignoring your existence..your importance..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;why cant he just for once feel your presence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;love could really be so hurtful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the more you give..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the more you show..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the more you invest..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the more you'll get hurt in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ill just gonna stop seeking love..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;for someday, i know it would find me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ill stop seeking love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;just to avoid ending up with the wrong one who doesnt deserves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a bit of what i am, of what i have..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115407566920158160?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115407566920158160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115407566920158160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115407566920158160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115407566920158160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-pain-of-love-so-many-questions-left.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115407052575542415</id><published>2006-07-28T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:08:45.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What is your Seduction style??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatisyourseductionstylequiz/dandy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're a non-traditionalist, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;not limited by gender roles or expectations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Your sexuality is more fluid than that - and you defy labels or categories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's hard to pin you down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; and that's what's fascinating about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You have the psychology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of both a male and a female, and you can relate to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your seduction style: The Dandy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115407052575542415?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115407052575542415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115407052575542415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115407052575542415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115407052575542415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-is-your-seduction-style-youre-non.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115407014007910160</id><published>2006-07-27T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T00:02:20.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What kind of Kisser are you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When you kiss, you want to experience something new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A new technique, a new partner, a new piercing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And your own personal kissing style is very unpredictable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's no saying where your tongue or hands will go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/freaky.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;***You're a Freaky Kisser***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115407014007910160?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115407014007910160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115407014007910160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115407014007910160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115407014007910160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-kisser-are-you-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115406967574275792</id><published>2006-07-27T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:54:35.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dating Purity Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are an under-experienced dater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This doesn't mean you're unexperienced - far from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It just means that there's a lot of romance left to discover!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/datingpuritytest/underexperienced-dater.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;*****Your Dating Purity Score: 66%*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115406967574275792?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115406967574275792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115406967574275792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115406967574275792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115406967574275792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/dating-purity-test-you-are-under.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115406886892646166</id><published>2006-07-27T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T23:42:50.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;The optimist that i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Why is it so easy for me to give an advise with some of my friends heartbreaking love stories.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When i myself couldnt figure it out how am i gonna solve this major dilemma im facing now with my current partner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I wonder how i come out so strong to them when inside im dying into pieces with so much pain and longingness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;They always ask me how do i manage..smiling and laughing with my problems, if they only knew im totally broken..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I surpass the crying moments..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the endless tears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But i cant say im over him, that would be very much difficult for me to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyday im missing him but without a tear in my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Instead with alot of hopes..that he'll be able to forgive me for my careless and childish acts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;And maybe someday we could be together again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I guess im just putting my trust to the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;He had shown me countless blessings and miracles in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Which is why, i believe whatever pain im going through right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know somehow everything will also be fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I would never let the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"HURT"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stop me from enjoying every single moment of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I maybe missing him like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I may feel hopeless at times, if he would ever come back to me again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;But i cant let myself drown with too much misery..no way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know and I believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;One day, he'll appear infront of our house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;smiling..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;embracing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and telling me..its okay now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nothing is impossible if you put your faith to the Lord..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and never forget to smile despite all the obstacles of life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;have a good heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115406886892646166?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115406886892646166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115406886892646166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115406886892646166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115406886892646166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/optimist-that-i-am-why-is-it-so-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115401073135460139</id><published>2006-07-27T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T08:29:50.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;BODY MODE SURVEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tattoos&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/rolleye0003.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;How old were you when you got your first tattoo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;never would i get a tattoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explain what it looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is it on your body?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;dont have one! demet! shett!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did your parents say when they first saw it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt; they'll freak out if they'll see me having a tattoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the biggest compliment you have gotten on your first tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;never did i like it..okay..i dont find it neat and clean..sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do regret anything about your first tattoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;ill regret it if i have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now...Do you have any other tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt; none..ok! gosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many tattoos do you have total?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;not single bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What meaning do they have to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;untidy and rebellious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Holes in your body&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/rolleye0001.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;How many piercings do you have total? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;2 in my ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many in your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;touch my face..and ill kill you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many in other areas? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;none..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats your favorite piercing that you have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt; i would want one in my tongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the idea for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;to some of my cool friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who HATES your piercings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;none, coz i never have it in any part of my body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you regret any of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;if i have one..i guess, no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115401073135460139?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115401073135460139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115401073135460139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115401073135460139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115401073135460139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/body-mode-survey-tattoos-how-old-were.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115399009975404085</id><published>2006-07-27T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:57:16.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My Deadly Sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/evilgrin0041.gif"/&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Envy:&lt;/span&gt; 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wrath:&lt;/span&gt; 60%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Greed:&lt;/span&gt; 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lust:&lt;/span&gt; 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Pride:&lt;/span&gt; 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Sloth:&lt;/span&gt; 20%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Gluttony:&lt;/span&gt; 0%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Chance You'll Go to Hell:&lt;/span&gt; 29%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will die at the hands of a jealous lover. How ironic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How sinful are you???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115399009975404085?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115399009975404085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115399009975404085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115399009975404085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115399009975404085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-deadly-sins-envy-60-wrath-60-greed.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115398928945301110</id><published>2006-07-27T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:34:49.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;My love style is Agape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/agape.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You are a caring, kind, and selfless partner.Unsurprisingly, your love style is the most rare.You are willing to sacrfice your world for your sweetie.Except it doesn't really feel like sacrifice to you.For you, nothing feels better than giving to the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your love style???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115398928945301110?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115398444649121142</id><published>2006-07-27T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T01:22:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;What your face says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is passive and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem sad and helpless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do people think about your face???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115398444649121142?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115398444649121142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115398444649121142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115398444649121142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115398444649121142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-your-face-says-at-first-glance.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115390490717320954</id><published>2006-07-26T01:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T07:46:42.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1. stayed overnite with member of opposite sex that u weren't related to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;yes..i have alot of guy friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. lied to your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;sometimes, it depends with the situation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. had a crush on someone for more than a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. slapped someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt; yes but were just fooling around that time. it was just an accident. heheh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.gotten in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt; of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. kicked someone in the balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;how i wish..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;many times..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0011.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. liked someone so much that it made you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;liked?? duh?? nope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.played spin the bottle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;yes, love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.played truth or dare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.liked someone who didn't like you back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;i did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. fallen for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;R_E_S_P_E_C_T ! no way!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;many times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.had a fiance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;na ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. kissed two people in the same day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;guilty..hihihi..poor boy! as if he thought his the only one who's fooling me..bwahahha!!&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/happy0011.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.had sex with two people in the same day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;nope..and never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. had sex with two or more people at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;of course not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.danced in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;when i was young..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. slept around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. partied until the sun came up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;yes..oowee that was really fun.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/happy0120.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. had a movie marathon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;yes, love doing it with my mom and my sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. had a makeout session that lasted longer than five minutes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;never had that short make out session &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. gone too far on a dare? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;yes...yess..never regret it.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/happy0005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.spun until you were extremely dizzy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.kissed someone of the same gender?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&gt;&gt;yes, my mom and my girlfriends..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115390490717320954?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115390490717320954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115390490717320954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115390490717320954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115390490717320954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-you-ever-1.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115385383381658434</id><published>2006-07-25T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:23:11.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MY LOVE FOR HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes i dont know what to do anymore for me to be able to prove him how much i really love him..do i really have to prove it to him? does it still matter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I want to stop it now..&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of it..&lt;br /&gt;Its like im getting used already of the pain he's giving me.&lt;br /&gt;And its not right anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i can let go of him..&lt;br /&gt;Ive been in this kind of scenario so many times.&lt;br /&gt;Being left behind and letting go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, it's really different. Add all the love ive given with all the exboyfriend i had and double it more thats how much i really love him..The more my mind tells me that i should move on and just forget about him. i cant coz my heart keeps on shouting.."basta mahalin mo lang sya ng mahalin..!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;he made me cried..&lt;br /&gt;he left me..&lt;br /&gt;he had hurt me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Still i have so much faith with the love i have for him. We dont have to end up with each other. We dont have to be in a commitment.. A simple friendship will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 YEARS&lt;br /&gt;from NOW...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he will be bed ridden because of a certain disease..(knock on wood!)im willing to give up my own life and spend the rest of it nursing him...ill do everything to take care of him. And when the time comes he's already in our Lord God, i promise to take care of his family specially his kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we dont need to be in a relationship, i guess; to prove how much we really love a person. Sometimes its enough for us to keep on loving the person, enough for him to make him happy...In time, i know he'll be able to see beyond the anger and the pain he had with me how much i really love him and it will be kept forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a love that is long lasting and everlasting...&lt;br /&gt;a love which i only offer to him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115385383381658434?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115385383381658434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115385383381658434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115385383381658434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115385383381658434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-love-for-him-sometimes-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115385248983390589</id><published>2006-07-25T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:02:13.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FOR IN A GUY?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;1. physical looks :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;same height that i have or a bit taller than me. he should be good looking. well not really as long as it fits my taste but i never had any exboyfriend who's ugly. kaso pumanget na cla after they left me..hahahha! wicked me!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/rolleye0012.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;2. personality :&lt;/span&gt; has a great sense of humor, passionate, loving, sweet, clean and neat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;3. clothing style :&lt;/span&gt; nothing in particular..he should just looks clean and neat and he definitely knows how to carry himself with confidence..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;4. cheating history :&lt;/span&gt; i dont really care about his past..i only deal with the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5. education :&lt;/span&gt; he should absolutely has a college degree..education is so important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6. likes animals and/or kids :&lt;/span&gt; someone who loves dogs or any particular animal which defines his maculinity..and someone who loves kids for it shows how sensible he is.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0017.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;7. views on who does the driving :&lt;/span&gt; doesnt really matter. i find it sweeter if i will drive for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;8. friends :&lt;/span&gt; i dont mind as long he has a nice and fun group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;9. family :&lt;/span&gt; doesnt really matter what his family background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;10. music tastes :&lt;/span&gt; i just dont like hearing loud music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;11. hygiene :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;hygiene is so important to me. he should always smells good. i dont want him having a body odor or bad breath. i dont want him very oily. i just want a clean and tidy person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/innocent0001.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;12 . popularity :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; it doesnt matter..i just want him to be cutee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;13. criminal activities :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ha!? that's a no! no! way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;14. saying I LOVE YOU :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anytime he wants but it should be sincere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;15. underwear :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;no t-back please.. gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;16. sex :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he should be great on it..hahah! i dont know i just want us to be compatible in bed..hihihi!&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/rolleye0002.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;17. drinking :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;that's great..i also drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;18. time spent together :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i dont want to be with him 24/7. we also needs space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;19. spending money on you :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it doesnt matter..ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;20. gift giving :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;it doesnt matter neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;21. possessive :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yes i want him to treat me as his own..hahhah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;22. jealous :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;a bit maybe but no much.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/innocent0009.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;23. emotional :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;its okay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;24. job :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;of course, i would want him to have "any" job. i just dont want him to be total bum who only stays in the house or do immature stuffs with his friends when he should be working at his age. but if he has a lot of money its okay..hahahh!!&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/evilgrin0045.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;25. type of car he drives:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;gosh! it doesnt matter if he doesnt have car or he has one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;26. public display of affection :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kiss on the cheek, embrace, holding hands..its ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;27. display of affection around his family :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;holding hands maybe coz it shows my respect with his parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;28 . display of affection around your family :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; holding hands also i have so much respect with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;29. how he treats you :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;someone who would never let one day pass by w/o letting me feel how much he loves me..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0067.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115385248983390589?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115385248983390589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115385248983390589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115385248983390589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115385248983390589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-are-you-looking-for-in-guy-1.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115382833416301430</id><published>2006-07-25T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:26:50.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eeeeh...Cuteee..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;he is far different from those f4 guys. if only i could meet a guy who doesnt just look like him but as prim and proper as him..god! go! no more freaking ass-hole guys anymore in my life! hahha! sya na lng..yeehoo...!! actually he looks like my exboyfriend..he looks like ryan..!! no! not ryan..the "??????"!! but ryan in dlsl..he also looks like my friend jess..hahah!! well, cutee nmn tlga c jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/cutelala.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/cutelala.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;..kso eeeh! gosh! he is my friend! no way! d ako pumapatos ng barkada..tulad ng iba dyan! ooops..sorry! i have so much respect with my friends. i already treat them as my brother..so no way! i treasure are friendship so much and gosh! i cant imagine myself getting mushy with them..yukkky..!! haler..kaya nga friends..right?? walang patusan..diba!! kadiri nmn un..i cant imagine that..sorry again!! sorry! hihihi! its just my opinion..&lt;br /&gt;change the topic..!! anyway, i just saw him in the tv awhile ago..aaaah! cute! cute! cute! nice height! nice complexion! nice voice! nice lips! nice smile! everything is so perfect. i just hope he also has good hygiene..heheh! coz wen i was in singapore..those flawless singaporean girls and boys..oh god! you would never expect that they smell like that..eeeh! hahhaha!!&lt;br /&gt;haaaaayyyy..one day ill be able to meet a guy like him..well i actually did..my exbf..but he is also a freak of nature like some of my wasted exbf..hihihi.."some"..ok! i didnt say all of them..80% of them..hehehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anywy, just droppin by... muahz!! peace out!&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0021.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115382833416301430?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115382833416301430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115382833416301430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115382833416301430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115382833416301430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/eeeeh.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115382816081561490</id><published>2006-07-25T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:27:30.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It still him..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont know why is it so easy for me to give an advise..when i could'nt find my own solutions to my problems..im doing fine eventhough i still have'nt figure it out how am i gonna make things better for the two of us..i cried once, that's it. i dont want to make myself a total wrecked. i can handle my problems without making me look like a bum..no way. i maybe crying inside of so much pain but i would never let anyone sees it..im not gonna drown myself with liquor, of course not. it wont solve any of my problem it would just give me a headache..&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="109" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/over.0.jpg" width="418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love him so much..but i need to take care of myself,too. Im not trying to stop myself goin out with my friends and have fun with them. There's a time for weeping but there's also time for getting over it for awhile..and enjoy life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obviously, im not gonna give up him..im not gonna give up on my feelings. Until he realizes how much i really love him..i would still do everything to make him feel how important he is to me..through simple text or through something that will make him surprise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons84.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alot of people may not understands me and why i still keep this kind of attitude..being so positive all the time despite of all the pain which ive been goin through..i just wanna live my life as simple as it is..i know everything will be okay..hindi naman ako bibigyan Lord ng problem if he thinks i couldnt get through with it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nothings change..ill keep on going..ill keep on loving him..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0058.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115382816081561490?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115382816081561490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115382816081561490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115382816081561490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115382816081561490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-still-him.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115367432448224193</id><published>2006-07-23T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:28:14.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brave..stupid girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i100938266_94702.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;yeah, i guess im one heck of a brave..stupid girl. a person with so much struggles in life still keeping her faith..a person who had been a victim of endless lies and foolishness but never thought of letting resentment and hatred wrecked the goodness of her heart..a person who only believes that being good is more essential than being right..a person who considers all the people she met as her friend even if some is trying to stub her back but she maintain truthful to them..a friend who could they run to in times of their needs..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0126.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;a person who knows how to treasure the simple things in life..a person who's blinded of too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/oowee.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/oowee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;much love..a person who had earned alot of tears already but never stop loving.. a person who manage to give a smile..hide her pains in silence..even if the person she's loving so much is condemning her with wrong accusations.a person who remain in love even if the person she consider her happiness never took a single look of all the fine things..nice things she had done just because of one fault she did. a person who never had a hard time forgiving even if she had been hurt too much..a peson who would sacrifice everything for the sake of the person she loves. a person who would rather ask for an apology not knowing what was her mistakes just for not letting a certain situation more intricate..stupid right? but thats who i am..i dont want to make things be more complicated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons81.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;maybe these are the reasons why i always end up being hurt..being neglected..being taken for granted. its okay, i guess God have a better plans for me..and why he's letting me face all these kinds of difficulties in life. i believe someday ill be reaping the fruit of all the pain, heartaches and dilemmas he had given me.. it may not be now or it may take a long time..its fine with me. i would still embrace all the things that happened to me in my past and hold close to the things that im experiencing at present..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/innocent0005.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i would still remain the person that i am..i would never stop loving him..i know someday he'll be able to realize the real importance of me coming into his life.. my intentions will stay pure and that i believe no matter what ive been going through right now which deals with him will make me strengthens the frienship we used to enjoy..we used to treasure..and i would do everything to make that friendship last..his existence will remain like a blood running through every vein of my heart and will stay as a living testament of how much love i could give even the worst would come to ruin a such genuine friendship we had built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i100921343_50423.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and to those people who's always been my wall..for hindering me with my happiness..may God bless you still and i just hope someday you could be as ingenuous as i am with all of you..you could hate me for as long as you want but nothing can make me stop from loving him or even if you give me laughters..make fun of me seeing in tears and in pain..i would never let it devastate me..&lt;br /&gt;im proud to be a brave..stupid person that i am..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/happy0024.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;tata! ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115367432448224193?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115367432448224193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115367432448224193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115367432448224193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115367432448224193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/brave.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115359102043403674</id><published>2006-07-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:29:04.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cannonball&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/innocent0006.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;There's still a little bit of your taste in my mouth..Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt. There's Still a little hard to say what's going on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons94.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's still a little bit of your ghost, your weakness. There's still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed. You step a little closer each day. That I can’t say what's going on..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0024.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stones taught me to fly. Love, it taught me to lie. Life, it taught me to die. So it's not hard to fall..When you float like a cannonball..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There's still a little bit of your song in my ear. There's still a little bit of your words I long to hear. You step a little closer to me,so close that I can't see what's going on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stones taught me to fly. Love, it taught me to lie..Life taught me to die. So it's not hard to fall. When you float like a cannon..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0126.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Stones taught me to fly..Love, it taught me to cry..So come on courage..Teach me to be shy..'Cause it's not hard to fall and I don't wanna scare him&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; (amd)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's not hard to fall and I don't wanna lose..It's not hard to grow..When you know that you just don't know.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i109208079_9606.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-=Nothing and nobody can make me change how i feel about him..=-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115359102043403674?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115359102043403674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115359102043403674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115359102043403674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115359102043403674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/cannonball-theres-still-little-bit-of.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115358892504555049</id><published>2006-07-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:30:13.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im not into it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;They say success is the best revenge..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/winking0016.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;now im taking a huge step beyond pursuing my dreams but not because i want to have my vengeance on someone. im doin it for myself and for the only person i wanted to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons84.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i know if ill be able to succeed in this field which i choose, ill be able to prove him someday how much i treasure him and i would always keep my promise to him..that no matter what it takes or even distance or circumstances may separate us. i would still be here for him and i would do something to preserve the special relationship we have..more importantly our friendship..and theres NOBODY or ANYTHING can ruin it..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0073.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons40.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and to this person who's really trying to test my temper..d kita papatulan..you would never win for trying to make other people look at me as a bad person that you think i am..may god bless you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;dont push it too much..you still dont know me..why dont you just bury yourself alive and eat all your insecurities..ok..hehehhe!tata! ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/fighting0043.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115358892504555049?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115358892504555049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115358892504555049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115358892504555049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115358892504555049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-not-into-itthey-say-success-is-best.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115358549650659546</id><published>2006-07-22T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:31:51.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wrong judgement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i guess i can't stop people for giving me wrong judgements..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was really nice to him. ive never shown him any acts of cruelty nor deceitfulness..ive gave him everything he needs and even his wants..ive accepted the whole person that he is..his weaknesses, flaws and mistakes. I even tried to understand and forgive him for all the foolish things he had done to me without a second thought. &lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0024.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons121.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i ignored what other people think of me to the point of letting them and him stepped down on my own pride and dignity. The kindness ive shown him were pure and sincere. I dont see anything wrong if he goes to our house..hindi akong masamang tao. im indeed his friend and i would do anything to prove it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No matter how many hurtful words he throws at me in every arguments we have, i remain still..i cried in silence..i never said a single word. i just let him continue hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Despite of it i always give him a smile every time he needs me..a helping hand..no rejections at all! and id rather shut up than say things that will definitely hurt him..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0121.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons128.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Many times he tried to push me away..same as what other people is doing to him now.. How can they ever judge me..us.. when they dont know nothing. Stop pushing him away from me. We prefer telling lies and hidding the truth to those people who sorrounds us to avoid things be more complicated. For only he and i understands and knows whats goin on between us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i have my own reasons why i choose to stay with him..i have my own reasons why i keep holding on..putting my name, putting my heart at risk when i know someday ill just be left alone at the loosing end..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0122.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;At this point, the only assurance which i can give is that my intentions are good..n i wont do anything to hurt him. People may still consider it wrong. Yes! for them, it could never be right. But id rather be wrong than hurt myself by not doing anything to make him happy and for not being there when he needs me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons111.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;he can never be mine..but let me love him the best that i can..in every possible way that i can..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/innocent0003.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115358549650659546?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115358549650659546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115358549650659546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115358549650659546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115358549650659546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/wrong-judgement-i-guess-i-cant-stop.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115358127215256083</id><published>2006-07-22T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:33:18.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEING JUDGE WRONGLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i thought the kindness ive shown him is already enough for me to earn a little importance which i deserves..maybe i had. &lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/indifferent0025.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i wonder why pain and anger can actually bit sometimes the goodness you've been showing..as if you're always has this bad intentions of ruin everything. when the only thing you want to give is your concern and care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;still you end up being the "most awful person"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;as much as you wanted to help..nothing will seems to matter coz the help you've been trying to offer is being rejected and you cant do anything about it. Worse part would be accepting hurtful words and hurtful acts than being appreciated..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the situation maybe as hopeless as it seems but no matter what, you keep on believing in making someone's happy than doing the right thing.. even if your dignity and pride has already at risk..has already been wrecked. How? coz most people easily judge not knowing how good your intentions are.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0139.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;sometimes too much hurt can make someone miserable..it can make someone effortlessly give up..well in my case, despite of it..ill tend to keep quiet and fight the pain than end up breaking into tears of loosing him. ill accept!! ill do!!ill understand!! ill give everything..by holding on to what i feel..&lt;br /&gt;and what i feel is that the pain and anger may ruin the whole thing but my sincerity and honesty will remain and i assure it can be trusted and should not be judge wrongly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons107.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;this post may compose only of letters and words..but i just hope somehow it will make you see the goodness inside of me..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0109.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115358127215256083?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115358127215256083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115358127215256083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115358127215256083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115358127215256083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/being-judge-wronglyi-thought-kindness.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115281351889185278</id><published>2006-07-13T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:33:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BELIEVE I CAN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the whole day was a remedy for me to reflect in everything that happened to me and him..so id rather not talk about him here..hehhe!! im trying to be fine, ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;let me share one of my fave video in youtube..this is just one my fave part of the movie "honey"..their final dance. The choreography was a blast. The song perfectly suits every step. Not to mention the song will also inspires you in fulfilling your dreams..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RaLcEfefX8" width="225" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I really love dancing..and i believe im really good at it. hahaha!! The song inspires me so much to reach my goals. it made me realize all these things which is happening to me right has it own reasons.. and its up to me which path should i take so i can get to the road of my success. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If theres one line in the song which keeps on rewinding in my mind..is that "i believe i can.."yeah! i know ill definitely gonna make it and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;ill prove them im not a failure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;d-a-mn! i know i can!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115281351889185278?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115281351889185278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115281351889185278&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115281351889185278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115281351889185278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-believe-i-canthe-whole-day-was.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115209862255732474</id><published>2006-07-05T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:36:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im just your past..let me go.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hurt me more! dont stop until ive not learn to let you go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and if i dont i guess nakakita na rin ako ng katapat ko! weeshoo! Im used of letting my special someone to hurt me more so i can easily let go and&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;when i said its over! its definitely over! no more chances!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Only some of my exbf's are very fortunate that i still treat them as my friend..out of them?? i guess there only two who i consider my friend up to now and the rest are history! they're not existing in my world anymore!! na-ah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i39241906_34708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i know its wrong and its something i want to change about me but i cant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i give n give..i love n love..i care and care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n when it reaches my limits&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;em&gt;i dont easily forgive much more to forget!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the anger and the pain they've cause me became my armor for them not to be able to hurt me anymore..and if they really hurt me that much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my success someday will be my best revenge on them..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have my own life now..and im trying my best to be happy and contented as i can.. you belong to my past..a past which i cant bring back anymore..when i put an end to a certain situation..i mean it. As much as i wanted to be with you again..i can't. I still like you..i like you so much..i know everything will be great and i would have less problems with you. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My mind tells me..oo gustong gusto tlga kita! and its like you're the guy who's really meant for me.. but i dont love you anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Im not giving up with someone unless i know i still love him even a bit. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The moment i told you, goodbye, was exactly the time you've totally lost me and my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i109776483_67902.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Live your own life..just leave me in your past. im just now a wonderful memory of yours. i can no longer be with you.&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yes! im stuck with this kind of relationship now which is tearing me apart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;people judging me!! him!! us!! when they dont know nothing!! when they dont even know how i feel or he feels! or what ive been goin through or what problem he's dealing now! if only i can stop them from judging him!! from hurting him! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Give him the respect he deserves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; yet im holding on to what i feel is right coz im very much truthful and honest with him despite everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would still be by his side no matter how much pain and rejection it takes just to prove him and them "all those pathetic people" im not a useless person..and im really is a true friend of him..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i109803260_1992.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You cant make me stay away with him like what others trying me to do..I cant fool myself! i cant take advantage of the situation! im not that kind of girl! yes, im hurting but&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;im not capable of using someone just to get over the pain!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; im really sorry..you're important to me..please dont add up to all my burdens im carrying now. i have been dealing with too much pain already! if shouting and crying can only stop it! but it doesnt! so please leave me alone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i only need friend and not someone who can replace him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.pills_bydeath.theblog.com.br/118.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.pills_bydeath.theblog.com.br/88.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.pills_bydeath.theblog.com.br/86.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;you cant own me anymore..im just your past!! please deal with it!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115209862255732474?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115209862255732474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115209862255732474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115209862255732474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115209862255732474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-just-your-past.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115186015691787832</id><published>2006-07-02T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:42:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dream Tour&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After all my melodramatic scribblings, its time for me to put a lighter side of me here on my blogs. Awhile ago i was watching the boxing fight of Manny Pacquiao and Chololo Larios, the game was great but then i begun curious of the root place of Larios which is Mexico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons38.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love traveling and i dream of traveling the whole world. I guess my top three place or maybe four would be&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mexico, Hawaii, London and Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and i would definitely be most fond of this places more if ill spending it with a great partner. I already have a choice but its up to him if he wants to go with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.pills_bydeath.theblog.com.br/38.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mexico &lt;/em&gt;because it reminds me of ancient civilizations.Temples and cathedrals contrast with futuristic buildings and fully-equipped beach resorts. Elsewhere, elements of the ancient and colonial cultures persist in aspects of rural life. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They have such lively and colorful festivals and even their towns and markets&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Just hearing the country Mexico, the first thing that pops up in my mind is how sizzling and romantic the place is..so much passion! oozing of hotness!! I love their buildings it has these &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baroque American style&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;very exotic! All the ruins which will definitely gonna give me the creeps. Its the same as the one in the movie "The Mummy",oooh! full of adventure and discovering stuffs in the past! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons65.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;When it comes to beaches..i really prefer Hawaii but then in Mexico, i would want to try their &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;famous Acapulco and Cancun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Where most mexican telenovela are set at this place. How about food? How can i ever forget it&lt;em&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i love the quesadillas! tacos! flautas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; uuumh! delicious! the caldos..its the same as the aroz caldos here in the Philippines. It just has more vegetables on it which i absolutely gonna love more! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons52.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now lets talk about&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hawaii..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;i adore this country obviously because of their beaches and it is located at the Pacific ocean..i would certainly try their taditional dance&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;.."the Hula".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Im in the vein of learning it so i can burn some of my fats around my waste and belly. Im fond of their colorful clothes while their dancing.. the flowers and stuffs! And i would want to see the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Maui island&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I prefer going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Palauea Beach. Palauea means"lazy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Maybe because of the ambience and the aura of the place..which is very relaxing. You would just want to stare at the beautiful view of the ocean and have a nice nap after it. Ideally, for individuals who would want to escape the urban life for awhile. It is also a great place for scuba diving and snorkelling which ive been wanting to try for the longest time but i dont know how coz i dont know how to swim..hihihi! And thats why im bringing a partner for him to save me..hahha! in case of emergency! hehehhe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons67.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Again the food! i&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;like to try their rice grayish pudding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; They also have this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"laulau"&lt;/span&gt; entree&lt;/em&gt; which is wrap in a banana leaves. i would eat it if the filling are pork, beef and vegetable but if its fish on it..ooh! no! no! never! Their more on salmon, teriyaki..seafoods! I guess there's no harm trying it. im not a seafood eater! well, they do have fresh fruits,right? and hamburger and pizzas..hahahha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons51.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now lets have&lt;em&gt; a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;glimpse of London&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, such dreamy and loving country! aaah!! Ill be at the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Buckingham Palace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; first which is the official residence of the queen. Then up we go to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Hardon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;where &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;most famous shopping stores can be found&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons125.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oh my gosh! i need alot of money here! such an expensive country! I would also want to have a few step at their&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tower Bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which is a very recognizable spot in London specially at night. A perfect place for couples who would want to have a private moments with themselves while enjoying the lights of the tower and its stunning view. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Food in London can be dreadful, unless money is no object.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Like what ive said its such a pricey country. I guess the finest chefs can be found mostly in the European countries so there's no doubt i cant eat their food unless i dont have anymore money left in my wallet! geeh! They have lots of cafe,restaurant and bars which is so classy!&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;They have an array of cuisines and all of them are said to be remarkably delicious!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dont have any problem with the food..i need money! money! money! hahahha! i love to go to these country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.pills_bydeath.theblog.com.br/219.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lastly &lt;em&gt;Paris..&lt;/em&gt;again i need money! what a costly country! Okay..if ever i do have the money already ill go &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eiffel Tower,Notre Dame&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I would love to see its gothic architecture. Another would be the monument dedicated for Napoleon Bonaparte which is&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Arc de Triomphe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with a such wonderful view of its structural design.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Louvre Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is one of world's largest and best known museum in fine arts. This is something i want to see! One of the most alluring images of Paris is of the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Seine River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, where most lovers can be found. It would be such an interesting place for couples but for me ill just enjoy the nice site of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons69.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Best of all, you can see the river in all its splendor without it costing alot of money. All you have to do is ride these small boats..Be sure to check out the various bridges, each of which has its own unique charm and personality. Theres alot of place to be discover here in Paris which is why this is my last pick.I wont have any problems with their food for they have lots of pastries,pasta, pizzas..foods that i crave most! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i101771102_85852.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Such a fine-looking country with lots of attractive spots.. i need alot of work hard money to be able to go with all these places. I guess i just have to go with some other cheaper country first before these four. i would definitely would want to share it with a partner and share a unforgettable moments in this list of my fave countries. Lucky him! for he could be able to experience and explore the wonderful creations of men..not to mention..he'll get alot fun because he is with me... Shocks!!hihi!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115186015691787832?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115186015691787832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115186015691787832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115186015691787832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115186015691787832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-dream-tourafter-all-my-melodramatic.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115182255135457762</id><published>2006-07-01T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:45:11.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat sh-ittsss!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img oncontextmenu="return false" alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.c_nocturna.theblog.com.br/c15.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;its been a long time since i had my last post here..i was too busy with my other blogs which is a lil bit private. i was actually trying to repost some my entries here to the new one..I find it really funny because some my sentences were mixed up..which it doesnt make sense already. Am i drunk that time? hahhaha!! I cant consider myself a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"bobo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; heheh!! of course not..!! That word definitely doesnt fits me..!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Some of my grammar were totally disturbing!! hihihi! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Our minds is faster than our hand&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;you know!! or i guess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;im not perfect&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/mad0012.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It just happens that i have so many thoughts in my mind which i wanted all to be put into words..oh what the heck!!&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;i made a mistake and everyone does it..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I dont want it to ruin my day..i really had a good night!! Its because of that one particular text and everything went better than this passed few days..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons88.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Although im not yet fine..but im better..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i made my decision..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;im staying beside him..and please stop judging him! you dont know nothing..so pleeaassseee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Give him a break!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and to all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ass-holes!! and byatchess!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/mad0015.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;out there..you can't ruin us! again u dont know nothing!! So back off!! you aint gonna make me stay away with him..i control my own life!! and not a shit-head like you can tell me what to do!! i aint gonna give up on my friend!! make me and ill mess up your life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to all my detractors...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;read this!! why dont you beat it..and eat sh-its on the street.. f-u-ck oooofffff!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;rock on!! change me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i59362279_14187.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115182255135457762?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115182255135457762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115182255135457762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182255135457762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182255135457762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/eat-sh-ittsss-its-been-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115182204029473160</id><published>2006-07-01T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:47:02.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If they're your friends then why cant i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i68041102_32659.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;im only trying to escape my true feelings..im not trying to be too sarcastic with some of my post..there so much things i wanted to say..so much i wanted to express..id rather leave it unreveal for now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its because i have so much respect for this person..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i care..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0038.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i trust..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i give..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i kept quiet..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i weep..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0017.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i am your friend.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;i just hope you can see it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;dont be blinded by your anger..of your pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I would still be here no matter what..like ive always will..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0085.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know my waiting wont be futile..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;**********If they're your friends then why can't i..***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115182204029473160?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115182204029473160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115182204029473160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182204029473160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182204029473160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-theyre-your-friends-then-why-cant-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115182194089188676</id><published>2006-07-01T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:53:08.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A trash in my past! oops! sorry!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img oncontextmenu="return false" alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.plaketas.theblog.com.br/54.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was browsing the net when i accidentally saw a&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"trash"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in my past..hehehhe!!&lt;br /&gt;He is my exboyfriend, it seems he has posted some new pictures in his account which is why i became curious and take a glimpse of it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is the funniest moment of my day, he really did make my dull day full of laughters even for awhile. When i saw his pictures..the same old smile..the same pose..which makes me wonder if he is a gay!!! hahhaha!! well, he is actually one of&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;my exboyfriend who has the most perfect face..&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, i wonder why some of them change alot different now..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;there like this rose who suddenly turn into a dried one&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;does your girlfriend taking good care of &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/wasted.jpg" width="520" border="0" /&gt;you?? then what happened to your face!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucky me!! i maintain my composure and my sweet deceitful face..heheheh!! im so cruel..am i?? this is just the other side of me..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the byatch inside of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i can even get into fist fight if i want, if you're gonna really push my temper to the limits..You can ask my real friends!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im not trying to be mayabang..im just being honest..im not like all the guys who i had met in my life!!&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; im not a liar! i only tell the truth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i know i have a son already, im not getting younger anymore but i never forget how to carry myself and look good infront of many people. Take note! ive still got the brain as well for intellectual conversations..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/tag/Evil" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img title="Daddy's working..." style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; FLOAT: left; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="64" alt="Daddy's working..." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/203/998/400/evil.jpg" width="64" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oooopsss!! Sorry!! i got carried away&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;back to my gay exboyfriend..yucks! he definitely gonna hate me for this..the hell i care!! But there's really something wrong about him..he has too much concerns with his vanity..he put so many different kinds of cream and toner in his face..he use various kinds of lotion and he wants me to use body wash instead of soap..my gosh! whats wrong with using a soap!! whats the difference! i mean! gosh! why dont you just used feminine wash in your mouth instead of mouth wash..!! he always fix his hair! all his clothes are signature! he even choose my own brand of perfume! on that part..he has a good scent for it.. he choose my clothes! he brushes my hair! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;he almost change me to a person that im not really am..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;he never forget to have a body and foot spa!! the way he talk..the way he eats..everything is so proper! specially in his car..its so clean..so neat..so perfect and im disgusted with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;..&lt;em&gt;oh pleeeaaasssee... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yah! yah! i loved him before which is why i accepted all of it but now i can see clearly how privilege i am that we split up&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;..&lt;em&gt;im sorry..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;maybe he is really not my kind of guy..i want someone who is more connected to his masculine side..who can make me feel secure and not afraid to get dirt in his pants or shirt..or even play in the rain..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i want someone who knows how to define "fun"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and he dont have any vices..good for him but not for me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i109786487_33062.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay..he was not really that bad after all coz he is also one of the sweetest exboyfriend i had.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"the innocent one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which you would thought is not capable of misleading someone else's heart!! but i again i was wrong..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;many guys are born deceiver..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i used the term "many" coz if i use "all" it would be me waiting in vain for my destined one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i guess he is not really gay..he just really love taking good care of himself..i admire you for that..&lt;br /&gt;im not being nasty..its what inside my thought. this is a free country!! hihihi!! and this is my blog!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;And this guy is _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ r_ _ _ _!! sorry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115182194089188676?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115182194089188676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115182194089188676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182194089188676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182194089188676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/trash-in-my-past-oops-sorry-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115182144445107320</id><published>2006-07-01T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:55:42.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to be nice..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img title="Nocturna;" src="http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e179/nocturnalayouts/buttons/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Crit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;icizing people..many are doing it! why? for fun..coz they dont have any intelligent topics to talk about which is why they kept messing around with other people's lives..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;trying to prove themselves that they are the better one..yah right! tell it to your face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i do criticize other..but oftentimes its a constructive one..not the offensive type that you're already dragging the person and treat them like an outcast. Sometimes, i criticize the way other peoples dress,their make-ups, the way they talk etc..but there not all below the belt. Im criticizing them for their own good..for them to look good..there's nothing wrong about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;How would you know if its the offensive type?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when you're actually judging the personality of a person without even knowing them that much.Like me..im a single mom. When people hear about this kind of scenario, they automatically think and treats you as if you're the most unlikeable being in this world. Some would treat you as if &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;you dont deserve to be loved nor to be respected..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;To the point that they'll gonna discriminate you..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/mad0025.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Single parenting is difficult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;..its a huge responsibility. Yes it is..giving birth at an early age wasnt a regret for me. Maybe because im fortunate to have my supportive family and few true friends to be there for me..besides what a lucky child!! for he has a great mom..one hot momma!! not to mention!! hhehhehe!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img oncontextmenu="return false" alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.plaketas.theblog.com.br/12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Im proud to be a single mom! and im telling it to you now..it doesnt make me less of a person!! No one has the right to judge me for what i have now..or what i am now..coz nobody exactly knew the pain ive been through and how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i was able to survive it with such beauty and grace.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/winking0008.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;.only few can do that!! me..my girl friends and a small percentage of women with a great personality like us..i surpass them all..all alone..!! and i think its not our lost anymore if they cant accept us specially on my part..ive known myself very much..i know for a fact that i shouldnt be maltreated just because of it..or else i wont gonna let my last breath ends without having my revenge on you! i maybe the nicest person they knew but ill be their worst nightmare if they mess up with me so badly.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i32779220_51199.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Tell me lies but dont you dare step down on me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I guess only those people.."the matured ones" can actually appreciate the inner beauty and the inner strenght we possess..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and to those airheads..grow up!! Sometimes its not good anymore trying to be so perfect coz you forgot to look deeply within urself that you have also your own imperfections, flaws and weaknesses..Stop talking sh-its with other people..Stop trying to over ruled any one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i39245314_40253.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can never change other points of view with this simple post..like them, its just my own opinion..my own perception..and&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;im sorr&lt;/span&gt;y&lt;/em&gt; for the choice of words i used..im only trying to be as real as i can in everything that i wrote..i dont mean to hurt anybody..this is just my own thoughts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll just gonna live my life that way as it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;happy and pretty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/innocent0002.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;my simple smile and my kindness will serve as my shield to those people who'll continue to put me down..my faith in God and my indisputable love will give me the hope for other people to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;stop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;treating me unjustly and completely unacceptable&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115182144445107320?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115182144445107320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115182144445107320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182144445107320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115182144445107320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/try-to-be-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i39.photobucket.com/albums/e179/nocturnalayouts/buttons/th_27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115177347597450961</id><published>2006-07-01T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T04:03:16.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dream makers of my life..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i84241663_23870.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;if theres one thing that i treasured most in my life that would be my friends..the dream makers of my life..They have been my source of strenght..my inspiration..my happiness..without them i wont be this strong and determined person that i am now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i101543435_31905.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We love hanging out with each other..We love goin to the bars..the typical type of teenagers..(before)we even have our own vices..smoking and drinking..we love giving problems to our professors..we belong to the teachers enemies..hahha!! we're one of those who give them such headache..we even love skipping our class but we never had any failing grades..our education is very much important to us..Although some of us didnt had the chance to finish it still were very proud of them..for having such grace for surpassing all the challenges of their lives and for still being so damn pretty up to now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i107170131_75298.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Speaking of beauty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;all my girlfriends are like goddesses..they love make-ups, jewelries..they love to dress up being the center of attention..the spotlight..they always maintain such poise and elegance..we make the word simplicity into a unique one..no wonder we belong to the popular one..beat that!! byatches..and freaks!! we dont want other people picking on us..we dont want them stepping on us..we dont like other people messing in our lives..coz most of us love the word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"REVENGE"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;count me on that part..i love it..hehhehe!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nocturna.com.br" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img oncontextmenu="return false" alt="Nocturna" src="http://www.plaketas.theblog.com.br/18.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;but more importantly..we have brains to pair up with our beauty..we have good hearts to those people who gives us respect and love us for what we are..most people think were all snobs..not really were just very careful of giving our trust. Many people "i think" tries to pull us down..maybe because they have too much insecurties. heheheh!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe because we really take good care of ourselves..and that no matter what they do or where our destiny lead us..we'll remain the beautiful fighter that we are..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i101034591_47937.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;They are my real friends..they were not just there in times of your needs..giving you advises..being there if you wanna get drunk..going to the parties..we can get it all to those people we knew in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But real friends&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;i dont think it would be hard to find..too difficult to prove..In my case with them..they're really my good friends coz they taught me to be productive, they taught me how to believe in myself, they taught me of not being contented of what i have that i should always strive for the best..despite of the classes we never attended..we remain one of the top students..how do we do that? coz we always think that having fun has its right place and time..or maybe not..we just know how to handle things equally..We just dont want be like those others who ended like dumb fools..trying to enjoy their life with wasteful stuff that doesnt mold them to a better person..who only grows old with their age but their minds run like a child..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aWmr4Chacbk" width="225" height="150" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;That is the reason why im so proud of my friends now..&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josh&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;had already become a confidential agent of bureau of immigration..and now a call center agent..&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was a professor of Batangas State University and now working in a travel ageny. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is now a well acclaimed singer in China..a girl who never get tires of working..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Hazel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, she have been at Mandarin Hotel and now working at Century Park Hotel. &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Madz&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; i cant actually tell here all the jobs she had for the space wont be enough..&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mama Jae&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a loving mother and now currently working at Sucat..&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nella&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; a proud mother to her family&lt;em&gt;..&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Myra and Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;who'll be back here in the Philippines soon after working in Singapore..I,myself..choose to be happy with my son..and currently waiting to be with my parents in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i109778343_13319.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, i have my other reasons why i still dont want to get a job..for there is one person who is important to me than finding a job..I choose to be happy loving him beyond any pains he had done to me..and right now things are complicated for the two of us..but i would still choose to be happy!! and keep the goodness in my heart so that everything would perfectly fall and end up nicely..for him and for myself..even if he treating me as if im just a stranger..an ordinary person..nowadays..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i would still remain his friend..a very good one..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know ive tried my very best to be great friend with other people that ive met at present and as i can see it now..im doin a very well job..its because of them my ninetysixers, my family..who mold me to a better person that i am right now..i wont just be a friend..ill always try to be a real friend..a true friend..for all the people whom i trust and gave my heart freely..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i110157157_95838.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Right now, we dont have any chance to be together for we all have our own priorities in life but the friendship we have still remains..and we're all looking forward of having a reunion soon..i love you girls..i miss you all..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115177347597450961?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115177347597450961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115177347597450961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177347597450961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177347597450961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/dream-makers-of-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115177316186921201</id><published>2006-07-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:57:35.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you dont have brains dont read this!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SPELL THIS "L"...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what this "L" means? what does it stands for? &lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/animal0026.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;well..i guess only those who got brains can actually determine it.. does it goes for L-ove..L-oner..L-ongingness.. i dont think so!! Ive known alot of people who possess this "L"..there like freak of nature..those are the people who should be eliminated in this world as early as they were born..hahahha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We should be alarmed coz 90% of it we'll walk into our lives..trying to put us down..trying to ruin us..And its up to us if we'll gonna let them take the inner strenght and the inner goodness we have. They'll gonna continue sucking on us until nothing is left for our own selves..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;How can we let our innocense be fooled by this kind of people..why does God let them exist like human being when they are acting like animals..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i39248844_84817.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;In my life..ive seen alot of snakes trying to bite me until im lost in my own state of mind..It happens so often but did i kick the snake..did i try to kill them..na-ah!! what a waste of energy..I just give them a smile and try to see things in a positive way. I dont want my anger ruled over me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Some may consider me belonging in this society of "L"..well try a little bit hard..try telling to it yourself!! fools!! hehehe..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/evilgrin0031.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bato! Bato sa langit ang tamaan wag magagalit..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;DONT OVER REACT ON IT!!&lt;/span&gt; its just written words..its just my opinion..im not pertaining to any particular person here..&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;OH COME ON!&lt;/span&gt; dont tell me you're affected by it..are you really that stupid..i guess so..i know what you're thinking..&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt mean "looser"...god!! are your brains as small as a bean for you to think of it..im not that bad..cruelty is not on the list of my personality..heheheh!! im just trying to be one of this "L" people.. get it? get it??? shocks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hate you! I hate you so much! am i good already..or should i try it more..you still dont get it..try to re-read everything ive wrote before reacting in a wrong way..i just hope it will make sense to you more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/evilgrin0036.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115177316186921201?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115177316186921201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115177316186921201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177316186921201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177316186921201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-you-dont-have-brains-dont-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115177296379913927</id><published>2006-07-01T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:58:15.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont try to dictate me!! f-u-ck off!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i31754282_515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;--&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i dont believe them...prove them wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;all the things you've done and told them were not true..tell me im right? two weeks from now i hope you could come again into our house..&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ill wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; the moment ill see you in that gate..kakalimutan ko lahat lahat kung pano mo ko pagtawanan, kung pano mo ko balewalain..i promise myself nothing can ever ruin us..the friendship or what the hell we have right now but if you'll be happier without me and if you dont need me anymore.. then beat it..--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115177296379913927?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115177296379913927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115177296379913927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177296379913927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177296379913927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-try-to-dictate-me-f-u-ck-off-i.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115177289539991756</id><published>2006-07-01T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T12:06:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Is God really trying to test me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He has always been the most wonderful and unforgettable part of my past..Our relationship ended but the friendship remains and up to now whenever we see each other i can still feel how much he treasured me and what we had. Never did i doubt it his love..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/indifferent0025.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Even if we seldom be with each other..the time we spent is always incredibly perfect. We have so much fun doin silly things, like kids..Were so much comfortable with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/angeldark.jpg" width="280" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We love reminiscing our past without any hatred or anger in our hearts.. We even laughed some of it..Although we still end up asking ourselves..howcome we let go of each other? Howcome we cant give ourselves another chance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;He is the only person who made me feel i was really loved and appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He still continue making me feel so special with just those simple hugs and him telling me how much he cares about me. The compatibility is there..everything is so nice..He used to make me cry but now every moment we had he makes sure to make me smile. He listens to me and he definitely knows whenever i needed someone to be there for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0032.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Im happy to see him..and being with him..He is important to me. He used to be my everything but now i spending my life with someone i really love most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;With that day i had with him,i really had a great time but i still think about this other person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i39263988_69342.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Liking someone is far different from loving..Love is such strong word..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I still love my past but my present is the only thing that matters to me right now..By the end of the day..he would still be the only person i would want to be with..The list of the good things of my past had done to me maybe longer than my current partner..id rather have endless tears than have fake smiles without him by my side..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its hard to choose..between my past and my present..two different people..two people who's very important to me..I hate it comparing them.. the love of the other for me is far more intense..when the other i dont even know what he truly feels about me..or who am i to him..Its difficult but i have to choose whom i should give up..&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0011.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;If God is trying to test my love for my present..i guess he already knows the answer..only he and i knows whom i cant live without..and only the days..the months..and the years that would pass can tell whom i did really choose to love more than what im capable of loving right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115177289539991756?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115177289539991756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115177289539991756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177289539991756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177289539991756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-god-really-trying-to-test-me-he-has.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115177250129320102</id><published>2006-07-01T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:50:34.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Guilt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=278,height=356,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/conused.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i was actually gonna leave my last entry for our blogs, when i accidentally read something..it strucked me. i know how she felt and my conscience suddenly triggers me of what is the best thing i should do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/conused.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="139" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/conused.jpg" width="106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;with my feelings..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i always have this option "doing the right thing" or "do what will make me happy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;My heart conquers my mind which is the reason why i often get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; They say i should stop it now for i can live my life without him. Yes i admit i can. They say he is the only one benefiting from me and i don't have any from him. It doesnt really matter to me coz despite everything the only thing i want from him is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;his time and he appreciating all the good things ive done for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And from the start i know where i stand and im even doing anything for him to make this girl happy also. It hurts me, of course. the hurting never stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i have no intentions nor didnt plan of loving him this much.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0141.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know its wrong and i know the misery she's goin through right now. I dont know if i should give up on him. im willing to give anything that i have and do whatever it takes to make him happy but not to the extent of ruining them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;If theres one particular thing i wanted to happen is seeing him happy with the person he loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Some may think im such a hypocrete for sayin it, well im not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I do get hurt but I cant bare the pain more..seeing him hurting. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i39255787_74845.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;i know i have to make a choice&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Either way i know ill end up being hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=275,height=281,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/destiny.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Leaving him would be very painful..staying in this kind of relationship would also do the same. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;The biggest decision???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Am i ready to let go of him..Am i ready to change my path..or should i just let destiny lead me where i really bound. &lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0075.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll just gonna leave everything up to him..its only him who could give me the answer..if were gonna continue what we have or stop it now.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing i can say is that whatever will be his decision i know im ready to accept it&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;..&lt;em&gt;no more crying..no more begging..ive done my best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i would still do my very best if he choose to make me stay and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;if not i dont think i would be the loosing one..ive given enough..he definitely knows it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=491,height=376,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/book.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Apparently, everything seems fine for the two of us and everything seems doin well after the time we had together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0072.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I dont want to make any decision now for its like im putting an end to a story where its body is half written. i'll just go with the flow and put my faith in him..put my trust on what i truly feel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Like what ive said awhile ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ill leave everything up to him and let destiny unfolds where we really bound..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0064.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115177250129320102?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115177250129320102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115177250129320102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177250129320102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115177250129320102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/07/guilt-i-was-actually-gonna-leave-my.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115155925315349386</id><published>2006-06-28T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:48:01.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/1600/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The few hours i spend with you are worth the thousand hours i spend without you!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://www.myspacenow.com/myspace/myspaceicons130.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=608,height=693,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/nice2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=601,height=544,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/angel8.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I should be happy right now..yes, i am..yet something is missing. He was there all along. He was with me. So many things i wanted to say even those important one but i dont know how.. words were all stucked in my mouth. How long can i hold on.. How much more should i give..Questions had been answered but not directly. Although, some were quite satisfying. I dont know if i was expecting a different answer or maybe i should stop doubting him so i could see those small effort from him to make me feel im not being ignored or appreciated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We just had a short sincere conversation but good enough for me to lessen those agony in my heart. My worries were still there but the whole night im him was an added strength for me to hold on. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;With that short conversation i was able to realize that everyday was still a getting to know him process for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Its better coz i know how to handle his feelings quite a bit now and it will help me alot how to react in so many situations involving him. Currently, i know it would be hard for me dealing with his attitude and emotion but its up to me how am i gonna deal it with so much patience and understanding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=320,height=445,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/lots20of20fairies20talking20to20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=357,height=432,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/hanging_tulips_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i109643167_13193.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The whole night was such a rollercoaster ride..at one point i thought im already gonna loose him but before the sun rises everything fall at the right place.i felt guilty for i had sacrifice my time with someone i also consider my life just for me to settle the problems i have with him. i just hope it was all worth it.. i dont want to think about what we have and all the issues conforming to it for the meantime..my concerns now is him to be perfectly fine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115155925315349386?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115155925315349386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115155925315349386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115155925315349386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115155925315349386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/06/few-hours-i-spend-with-you-are-worth.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115155911828333380</id><published>2006-06-28T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:38:36.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blinded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=552,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/lost_soul.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lost in my emotions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I became blinded of the situation. Its always been me the victim..the betrayed one!! &lt;em&gt;I was too self-absorbed&lt;/em&gt; that I forgot all the good things he had done to me..How he makes me completely happy in his own simple ways.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/love0021.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think I got so blinded of too much expectations that I didnt appreciated those simple things he had done to me. I always overlook the goodness of his heart. All this time..it was only him and his mistakes that ive been trying to point out..never realizing i have my own faults,too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i68381196_87064.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hate to admit it but im still jailed by the past..I keep on goin back of what he did and everytime it happens the pain lingers as if it was only yesterday. It hurts me so much..The past is hindering me for trusting you again. Although i never loose hope..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;I love him so much that im willing to give endless chances for us to start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He is the most likeable person ive ever met. He brought me back to the presence of our God. He helped me brought back my faith.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0119.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;His smile and laughters gives me another chance to see the better side of everthing. His tears and anguish gives me the strenght to hold on more with our friendship. His uplifting spirit helps me enligthen my weary soul. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;He is more than special..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i89053693_53256.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=580,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dera2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I know what he have been goin through right now is difficult. I know its not easy. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Give yourself a time to be sad&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; for you to be able to recover quickly. Now its very clear to me why you needed time to be alone.&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0121.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A space is the greatest help i can give.&lt;/em&gt; It will not only do good on him. This is the best time for him to rethink everything about us as well. A time to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I forgot that even if were into a relationship (undefined relationship) still were two individuals with so much differences. I was so wrong...Im &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7333/3245/200/chi2.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;sorry for being so self-centered. I miss him so much but it wasnt right for me to me demand time more than what you can give now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Im sorry i forgot that you have your own way of dealing with conflicts. Im sorry for not respecting your individuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ultimately, i know this is not about whose way is right or wrong. MR. "L"..i just wish all the luck and pray God's grace for you to be able to overcome all these circumstances in your life now. And being your very good friend..your undefined partner..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0139.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;i just hope with this kind situation we could learn to resolve a disagreement while keeping our relationship..our friendship healthy and loving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i110428936_17190.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lastly i want you to know..that &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;she's not the most important person ever existed in this world..it is YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; take good care of yourself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prove her your worth loving..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=580,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://sweetlies.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dera2_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point..You have to face it alone -- without expecting someone to hug you..without someone to wipe your tears.. You also have to learn that in facing realities of life and facing this complicated world..learn to hold your own hand..and grow up..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When everything fails..i would still be here for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/smilies/sad0072.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspacegeeks.com/myspace-graphics/smilies/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30286199-115155911828333380?l=heartatrisk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/feeds/115155911828333380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30286199&amp;postID=115155911828333380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115155911828333380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30286199/posts/default/115155911828333380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartatrisk.blogspot.com/2006/06/blinded-lost-in-my-emotions.html' title=''/><author><name>beyond my fate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03527963709384128706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30286199.post-115155884351164804</id><published>2006-06-28T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T11:13:50.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Options&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myglitterspace.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Glitter Graphics, Myspace Graphics, MySpace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Glitters, MySpace Goodies, Myspace Codes at www.MyGlitterSpace.com" src="http://pic.piczo.com/img/i39250745_16471.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i guess there are words
