<?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-419114656541264447</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:11:13.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity and Memories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-6110667247831081575</id><published>2009-12-29T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T04:40:40.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown up christmas*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Christmas this year wasn't the same l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ike the p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ast few years' Christmas. It really changed. Things weren't the same anymore, being grown up means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;expect that the gifts aren't anymore as many as it was when you're young. H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ahaha. It makes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, so sad. Well, like my mom told me "you're already grown up" and how I wish thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s were the same. as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. Unexpectedl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;y, Soph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ia gave me a bear and I named it, Sam because Sophia's Chinese name is Samantha Go. In short, i named it after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Sznx6RSNbdI/AAAAAAAAADM/4tw56fazKwM/s1600-h/DSC07691+copy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Sznx6RSNbdI/AAAAAAAAADM/4tw56fazKwM/s320/DSC07691+copy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420629609891589586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spend the Christmas Eve in Santolan Pasig City because some of my relatives in my father side are there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn3hxD1PwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ihXXxTOCEik/s1600-h/DSC07816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn3hxD1PwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/ihXXxTOCEik/s200/DSC07816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420635785994256130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn3iZaJyKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V1xpZrh70Co/s1600-h/DSC07819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn3iZaJyKI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V1xpZrh70Co/s200/DSC07819.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420635796825295010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn31-n2tUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z80ffkQZWYI/s1600-h/DSC07828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn31-n2tUI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z80ffkQZWYI/s200/DSC07828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420636133232391490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn3ijuPZHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Affwh7D9Oo/s1600-h/DSC07817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn3ijuPZHI/AAAAAAAAAEM/2Affwh7D9Oo/s200/DSC07817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420635799593903218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course, Christmas. In the morning, like we always yearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; do, we gave a candies and 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pesos to every kid and for the rest of the day we spent it in Mall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Asia. It's fun, C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hristmas is not only about receiving gifts it's also about spending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; some quality time with your family and sharing your blessing to other people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4QsXXeOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wjp1umVLSfw/s1600-h/DSC07871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4QsXXeOI/AAAAAAAAAEs/wjp1umVLSfw/s200/DSC07871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420636592187865314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4QHOvg6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/biABvi_TEVY/s1600-h/DSC07867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4QHOvg6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/biABvi_TEVY/s200/DSC07867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420636582219580322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4QQz6vDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HDJVLc5zlJo/s1600-h/DSC07858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4QQz6vDI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HDJVLc5zlJo/s200/DSC07858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420636584791424050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4RJfgMYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d4zIoFkm5fg/s1600-h/DSC07887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Szn4RJfgMYI/AAAAAAAAAE0/d4zIoFkm5fg/s200/DSC07887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420636600006619522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-6110667247831081575?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6110667247831081575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/grown-up-christmas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/6110667247831081575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/6110667247831081575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/grown-up-christmas.html' title='Grown up christmas*'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/Sznx6RSNbdI/AAAAAAAAADM/4tw56fazKwM/s72-c/DSC07691+copy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-7217511151167106822</id><published>2009-12-23T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:16:51.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>COLLEGE LIFE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;College Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CJEALUI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt; 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I actually don’t know where to start. I’m not in the good mood, but I’m actually in the mood to type and say something here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first, my feelings about college are a bit confusing. You know why? Because I’m both scared and excited. Scared because I might fail or didn’t reach the school and my parents’ expectations, Excited because it’s a whole new world now. It’s hard to let go of the memories of my High School, even the life I have way back High School. Things weren’t easy at first but then its fun, just go with the flow and take all the subjects seriously. I mean, college is not about fun. College means practicing yourself in a more serious way of life but that doesn’t mean you have so serious that doesn’t have any enjoyment or something. You just have to balance everything like what I am doing, I am balancing both Fun and Studies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-7217511151167106822?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7217511151167106822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/college-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/7217511151167106822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/7217511151167106822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/college-life.html' title='COLLEGE LIFE.'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-4624178037431727291</id><published>2009-12-23T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:53:41.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS WISH LIST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Two sleepy nights and its already Christmas. How I wish there's a real Santa Claus because I've got something to ask for him. Things that I really want the MOST and I'm hoping someone nice will make my wish come true. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;My Wish list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SzIRn9cKbvI/AAAAAAAAADE/2BHbiYxyMYY/s1600-h/wishlist.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 103px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SzIRn9cKbvI/AAAAAAAAADE/2BHbiYxyMYY/s320/wishlist.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418412679885385458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt; Love for Christmas, Red Tulips and Chihuahua puppy. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-4624178037431727291?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4624178037431727291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wish-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/4624178037431727291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/4624178037431727291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-wish-list.html' title='CHRISTMAS WISH LIST'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SzIRn9cKbvI/AAAAAAAAADE/2BHbiYxyMYY/s72-c/wishlist.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-5905492158585724051</id><published>2009-12-10T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:19:09.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Less Lonely Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE LESS LONELY GIRL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Justin Bieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many I told you's&lt;br /&gt;And start overs and shoulders&lt;br /&gt;Have you cried on before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many promises&lt;/span&gt; be honest girl&lt;br /&gt;How many tears you let hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;How many bags you'd packed&lt;br /&gt;Just to take'em back, tell me that&lt;br /&gt;How many either or's&lt;br /&gt;But no more,&lt;br /&gt;If you let me inside of your world&lt;br /&gt;There'll be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many pretty faces&lt;br /&gt;Before I saw you, you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now all I see is you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming for you&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't need these other pretty faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I need you&lt;br /&gt;And when your mine in the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna put you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll show you what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let me inside your world&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas wasn't merry, 14th of February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Not one of'em spent with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many dinner dates, set dinner plates&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't even touch his food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How many torn photographs are you taping back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you couldn't see an open door&lt;br /&gt;But no more,&lt;br /&gt;If you let me inside of your world&lt;br /&gt;There'll be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many pretty faces&lt;br /&gt;Before I saw you, you&lt;br /&gt;Now all I see is you&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming for you&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;Don't need these other pretty faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And when your mine in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put you first&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;If you let me inside your world&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can fix up your broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I can give you a brand new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can make you believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanna set one girl free to fall (free to fall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; She's free to fall (fall in love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hearts locked and nowhere that I got the key&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'll take her and leave the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With one less lonely girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put you first&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;If you let me inside your world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;One less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna put you first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll show you what you're worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let me inside your world&lt;br /&gt;There's gonna be one less lonely girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Only you&lt;/span&gt; shawty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-5905492158585724051?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5905492158585724051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-less-lonely-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/5905492158585724051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/5905492158585724051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-less-lonely-girl.html' title='One Less Lonely Girl'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-8378583826351088778</id><published>2009-12-08T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T07:20:16.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Environment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I honestly don't know what kind of environment I am going to say here, but maybe I'm going tell you something about my world and the real environment we have here on earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;First, my world is composed of many people and things I can't live a without. Just imagine how anxious it may be if something is missing , something is not in place or lets say doesn't right or not usual happening. My environment is as common like the other teenagers have, except the fact that I'm starting to live my life more matured because I'm already on the business world with my parents. But still, I'm enjoying the both worlds I have: the Teenage life and the matured one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The next one, our real environment. Take a look what's happening on our world now, really different with world and environment we had before. Our environment today is pollution, all kinds of pollution. And the people who caused it? We can't stop them. I know, they are stupid because they don't care anything about our world. Maybe, just maybe in near 2020's, they can do something about this pollution and this global warming that is killing us with the heat of the sun! Well, Let us all pray that the earthlings will realize how important the earth is. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/419114656541264447-8378583826351088778?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8378583826351088778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-environment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8378583826351088778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8378583826351088778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-environment.html' title='My Environment'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-1952663914843371089</id><published>2009-11-30T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:49:39.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A typical day is when there's nothing you can do but just go with the flow of the day. Like, you'll wake up early in the morning, get up on your bed, take a bath, eat and then that's it, you'll start the whole day in school. Things are already set and you just have to go with it, you are already immune with what is going to happen, except those the unexpected things that suddenly will happen. An example of the unexpected are things like someone will ask to go out with you, someone will confront you, or maybe you expect to be happy that day but then the opposite happened. How ironic, things happened when you least expect them. Like me, I just go with the flow: Go to school and Go home. 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But on that day, we taught 70+ grade 6 students. It's tiring to teach but yet it's fun. It's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; fun to socialize with those kids, Ang dali nilang pasiyahin. We were touched by their heart-warming welcom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e. Sobra silang mahiyain pero sobrang bait at lambing nila. How&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I wish na sana matupad ung mga pangarap nila sa buhay. All people have their own dreams and ambitions, and I hope that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;these kids' dreams would come true :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SxHW0R-0zbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lq2OcNgG9f4/s1600/DSC00331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SxHW0R-0zbI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Lq2OcNgG9f4/s200/DSC00331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409340821117128114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SxHW1W8SCcI/AAAAAAAAACU/DQFiTBkZSkk/s1600/DSC00327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SxHW1W8SCcI/AAAAAAAAACU/DQFiTBkZSkk/s200/DSC00327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409340839628507586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SxHXRBV8MVI/AAAAAAAAACs/IxNvagQBfcA/s1600/DSC00340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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The SM movie house almost can’t accommodate the people who want to watch the movie because they only have three movie houses, so I guess the management decided to make it by batch, just like in Gateway Cinemas. So everyone will be able to accommodate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-family:arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My reaction and critique about the 2012, it seems true. It might happen, but at the end of the movie, my question is, is it really possible that someone will invent that kind of ship? Are we really going to be unselfish to other people just to save lives? For me, it’s possible, as long as people will be unselfish; people would be smart enough to think for other people and will not be stupid. Everything is possible nowadays. Nobody knows, the scene in 2012 might happen, I hope it won’t. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-5138869717646465331?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5138869717646465331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/recently-ive-watched-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/5138869717646465331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/5138869717646465331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/recently-ive-watched-2012.html' title='Recently, I&apos;ve watched 2012'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SwutE49N7OI/AAAAAAAAABc/6NZ7P6FnjyA/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-8316192551976837210</id><published>2009-11-14T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T16:34:04.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Vanity &amp; Memories?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  align="justify" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I titled my blog as “&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;vanity and memories&lt;/span&gt;" because &lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;vanity&lt;/b&gt; is the excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others and also a part of memories you keep in life. These are the two things that are important to me, vanity because I believe on my own abilities and memories that I love to keep and reminisce and no one will can take from me.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; By reading my entries I wrote, people will know how vain I can be, how sad or happy I am at times. But then, I privately keep some of the memories maybe because I still want to have some privacy in life and I don’t want my life to have a public exposure. I think first before I post entries in my site, I carefully write because I might say things which is not suppose to be said that might cause so much disaster and might ruin my life because not all things are appropriate to be said in the internet. &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/419114656541264447-8316192551976837210?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8316192551976837210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-vanity-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8316192551976837210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8316192551976837210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/11/why-vanity-memories.html' title='Why Vanity &amp; Memories?'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-8716117372666236855</id><published>2009-10-03T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:55:16.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:smarttagtype name="PlaceType" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="PlaceName" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype name="place" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;object id="ieooui" classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Note: This is just a story I made. Nothing here is true or happened. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m alone. That day, I’m in Starbucks in front of Ateneo De Manila waiting for my friends. Out of nowhere, I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;sitting alone in the couch when someone approached me, “Miss, are you with someone? Can I have a sit if you don’t mind?” and the I answered, “No, I’m alone, sure, take a seat.” How nice of me, isn’t it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As he sitting there, I’m looking at him and wondering, “Why he seems so familiar to me?” but then I ignored it. He doesn’t talked to me and so do &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;I.&lt;/st1:place&gt; I don’t much talk to strangers unless they’ll do the move. And the silence stroked between me and this stranger guy sitting beside me and I actually have no idea who he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then my friends are already come and I can’t stop thinking about that stranger guy who sat beside me. Honestly speaking, he caught my attention. And then, my friend asked me, “Margaret*, why are you sitting with the hottest guy from Ateneo? Do you know each other personally?” And then I was shocked. I asked hereif she’s sure about that, and then of course she was sure about that. It was the guy who I used to stalked months ago and it was him who sat beside me and I actually have no idea. The model and actor named Anthony Francisco*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Few weeks later, I already forgot about what happened. I went to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Art&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Gallery&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; to take shots of some paintings there that I’ll criticize for my Humanities paper. As I walk and looking at the painting. I accidentally slipped down the floor because of the slippery floor they have and clumsiness I’ve got since birth. I almost lay down there; I can’t get up, my back aches. But then somebody helped to get up, as I stood and fixed myself. I looked up to the stranger who helped me, and it was Anthony. I almost can’t believe that it was him, my stomach has butterflies and I kind of don’t know what to do. He’s asking me if I’m okay and if he has to bring me in the clinic to make sure if I’m okay. But then, I said no to him because I still have class and I’m already in a hurry. So he said that he’ll just bring me in my school with his care to make sure that I’m alright. And I said, “Okay.” I can’t say no to that. When we’re already on our way to my school, he asked for my name and I said, “Margaret Wong, Marge for short.” Before I get out of his car, I left a note, saying: “Hey, thank you so much! You’re such a hero. Haha. Text me, 09156537369, I hope we can be friends. Take care! – Marge”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Luckily, I’m not late in my English Class. I usually put my phone at the top of my desk so I would see if someone would text me. In the middle of the class I saw the usual “one message received” the sender is unknown, the number wasn’t registered in my phone. But then he’s not, its Anthony. He said, “Take care okay? I’m not there to save you; you’re a bit clumsy you know. Haha. Peace. Text me after your class. – Anthony”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I smiled and blushed. I texted him right after my class. We talk and chat until I got home, until late at night. We talked about the common things and stories we have. He’ll text me when he’s not busy in his Academics and work, or sometimes even if he’s busy he’ll text me just to remind me “Not to forget to eat”. It was middle of August when we met and started to talk. We’re not dating, we’re just friends. But I felt something unusual. One day, I woke up and found myself started to love him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The semester break came, he ask me if he could drop by to my house to visit me and my family. When he was already there, my mom invited him to eat dinner with us. And of course, he couldn’t say no to my mom. He was there, with me and my family. My family liked him so much. While there in the dining table, I was shocked when he asked permission to my dad, if I could go with him in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Palawan&lt;/st1:place&gt; with his friends for one week during the semester break. For the first time, my Dad allowed me, lucky him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When we’re already in the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Domestic&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Airport&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, I asked him, where his friends are and he said that they’ll just go there. We’re already in the plane; I fell asleep in his shoulder. He woke me up when we’re already in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Palawan&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and he smiled at me. What a nice smile to see when I woke up! As we go down the plane, he held my hand and told “you might be lost; I’ll be crazy looking for you if that will happen.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;He held my hand until we’re there in the resort; we took pictures while we’re on our way. He helped me brought my things to the room and before he go to his room, he kissed me in the cheek and smiled. And then he left. I closed the door and sat in the bed. I smiled and blushed. He always does that, giving me butterflies in the stomach. While fixing my things in the baggage, I heard someone knocked in my door. I opened the door but nobody’s there except a box with a dress inside and a note.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Saying, “please go near the seashore later, wearing the dress inside the box, I’ll wait for you there.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As I went there, wearing the dress he gave me, as I walk near him. I heard my favorite piano piece Canon in D. I saw him standing there near the sea, waiting for me. He looked at me and smiled. We sat in the white sand of the beach. Silence again. And then he said something… “Marge, I love you.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;What I answered? “HA?” that’s what you call auditory problem. And he repeats it again, “I love you, I love you so much.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I almost cry on what he said, I hugged him tight. “I love you too, I love you so much.” I said. He hugged me back. He looked me in the eyes and said it again, “I love you and I’ll do anything just to deserve you.” And the surprise? My favorite fireworks with Kiss in the Rain by Yiruma as background music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Everything seems so fine and endless, being with him alone. Just like heaven. His friends weren’t there, he just told that so that I would go with him and even my parents know that. Means, I didn’t know anything. Like the normal relationships, we fight and disappointments. We had a great relationship. But one day, we both decided to separate ways not because we fell out of love but because it’s for our own good. We don’t have much time to each other due to busy schedules. We don’t know, we might meet again and it might be really our time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Six months had passed. We never talked since then, in the least communication. But I still love him. Still waiting for the day what we’ll meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I’m in my room, lying in the bed and wondering, almost sleepy. But I noticed something in my table. It’s an invitation from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Art&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Gallery&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. So, I went there, there are petals of orange rose in the floor and nobody’s there. I looked around. Then, somebody embraced me from behind. The embrace is so familiar; it’s the same embrace Anthony usually gave me. It’s him and I was never wrong. He kneeled down and says his apology. I saw the sincerity in his eyes. I kissed him and say its okay. That I still love him and I will always love him. &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/419114656541264447-8716117372666236855?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8716117372666236855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8716117372666236855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8716117372666236855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/untitled.html' title='UNTITLED'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-8340247607592217382</id><published>2009-10-03T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:26:25.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An author to be :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cjane%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceType"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="PlaceName"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:Wingdings; 	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; 	mso-font-charset:2; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;}  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I’ll tell you first how it all started, Joser the game moderator of RTC brought up a story making contest. I don’t even have any intentions to join there But because the boredom strikes again. I decided to join. And here’s the story I made. I don’t have any title for it, so can you help me? Thanks! &lt;span style=""&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: what I’ve sent to Joser had been shortened so here’s the whole story I made. I hope you’ll like it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-8340247607592217382?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8340247607592217382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-to-be-author-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8340247607592217382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8340247607592217382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/10/soon-to-be-author-p.html' title='An author to be :)'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-4197525329682520987</id><published>2009-09-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:22:53.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon Ondoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SsLSyw8OydI/AAAAAAAAABM/3gZrfKtv6lg/s1600-h/r2457543156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SsLSyw8OydI/AAAAAAAAABM/3gZrfKtv6lg/s320/r2457543156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387099873861355986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last 26th of September, when the typhoon Ondoy strikes Metro Manila and the Neighboring provinces. The typhoon left a great damaged mostly in Rizal, Marikina and Pasig. It also left hundreds of Filipino died because of the flash flood and landslide. What's worst it that nothing was left for them. The typhoon kills 240 people here in the Philippines and 34 in Vietnam. Help those people who are in need today. Pray for them. &amp;amp; now, another typhoon is about to come. Lets unite and help people.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SsLSyNE3C3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3Rj1yieDtQU/s1600-h/r1796605012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SsLSyNE3C3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/3Rj1yieDtQU/s320/r1796605012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387099864233872242" border="0" /&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/419114656541264447-4197525329682520987?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/4197525329682520987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/bagyong-ondoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/4197525329682520987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/4197525329682520987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/09/bagyong-ondoy.html' title='Typhoon Ondoy'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SsLSyw8OydI/AAAAAAAAABM/3gZrfKtv6lg/s72-c/r2457543156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-6512729663478181672</id><published>2009-08-20T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:16:14.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGH. LAUGH.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I haven't updated any of my accounts here in the internet for the past few weeks due to hectic scheds. I missed my blogsite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today is 21st of August, Ehem. Ehem. Reminisce again. Missing someone. You know who you are my dear. The Question is: Is he ever going to read this one? AMP. hoping agan! But anyway, me and that person has a good relationship as friends, Sweet friends. ((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-6512729663478181672?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6512729663478181672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/laugh-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/6512729663478181672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/6512729663478181672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/08/laugh-laugh.html' title='LAUGH. LAUGH.'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-9222006886359154176</id><published>2009-07-28T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:13:50.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipolar much.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SwuxvdiwaTI/AAAAAAAAABk/qqwVdjIMZEA/s1600/z154640356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SwuxvdiwaTI/AAAAAAAAABk/qqwVdjIMZEA/s200/z154640356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407611206530787634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Bipolar Disorder is back again. Oh no, it's always there, my mistake. Irritating I know because from being such a Loud person, I easily get bored and shut up like a dead kid. I'm easily disappointed and upset. Hayy. :(&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/419114656541264447-9222006886359154176?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/9222006886359154176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-swings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/9222006886359154176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/9222006886359154176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/mood-swings.html' title='Bipolar much.'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/SwuxvdiwaTI/AAAAAAAAABk/qqwVdjIMZEA/s72-c/z154640356.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-7551218150287463403</id><published>2009-07-25T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:08:08.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GFF! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i350.photobucket.com/albums/q437/kumiko017/1_470951822l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i350.photobucket.com/albums/q437/kumiko017/1_470951822l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the KNOLLER &amp;amp;&amp;amp; the PAULINIAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; it's almost half a year since we separate schools, and it's so sad. I miss her, I miss chatting with her in the middle of the class with the teacher in front discussing. I miss our little stupid fights when we're bored. Even our seatmates! Sashi and Roger and Philip. And the "Choco Girls"Allen, Carla, Cham, Me &amp;amp; Bhe. Why Choco Girls?Because we love chocolates. Hahaha! Silly I know. I wish we get to meet again ang have some bonding. Though me and bhe usually "date" every Wednesday or Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bhe, if you're reading this. I miss you so much girl.Mwa. :*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-7551218150287463403?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7551218150287463403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/gff-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/7551218150287463403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/7551218150287463403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/gff-3.html' title='GFF! &lt;3'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-6974031041184166126</id><published>2009-07-25T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:07:18.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day, I saw him :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn173/pbb_plus/robi%20domingo/IMG-0721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Robi Domingo at starbucks last July 10, 2009. He's with his blockmates [i guess?] and I'm with my friends. :) So glad to see him! I was shocked when he went out, and I said Hi! :D Ahahaha! So Kilig! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-6974031041184166126?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/6974031041184166126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-him-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/6974031041184166126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/6974031041184166126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-saw-him-d.html' title='One day, I saw him :)'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn173/pbb_plus/robi%20domingo/th_IMG-0721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-8203719449714502027</id><published>2009-06-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:04:31.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm happy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so HAPPY. Thanks A lot to my friends in MC you know who you are, my barkada in MC, my BHE, my baby sis Fi and for all those people who were all there when I really need someone to lean on. I know I haven’t put here about what had happened to me a week ago. But all I can I say is that now I’m alright but still coping up. I know I can do it! AJA! Maybe one day, I’ll put here what had happened. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-8203719449714502027?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/8203719449714502027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8203719449714502027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/8203719449714502027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m happy :)'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-7397834596513959393</id><published>2009-06-11T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:03:47.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of College</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;June 9, 2009 Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My first day is actually fun, meeting: new friends, new classmates, new professors, and new schoolmates. It's a total new environment. It wasn’t that hard to adapt it because there are others too whose just like me, new in school. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I’m with Star [Joy], Kim, Marianne and Savina. We’re friends. They are fun to be with. I miss Anj and the others. We were not able to meet because they are in a different block. How sad but I guess we can still be together in our vacant hours. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-7397834596513959393?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/7397834596513959393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/7397834596513959393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/7397834596513959393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-day.html' title='First day of College'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-447378035938971252</id><published>2009-05-22T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:03:15.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring but Fun! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I enrolled at my NEW school, Miriam College in Katipunan, Qc. It’s very tiring a lot of dealings and the high temperature of summer make you more exhausted. But then, it’s cool because I met new people and most of them will be my new classmate. I guess? I expect so. Ha-ha. I got my schedule, my I.D. and my uniform. After the enrollment, my mom and I went to MegaMall to buy some new stuff for school. It makes me more excited. Ha-ha. Miriam College here I come! Ha-ha.&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/419114656541264447-447378035938971252?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/447378035938971252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiring-but-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/447378035938971252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/447378035938971252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/tiring-but-fun.html' title='Tiring but Fun! :)'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-5471888657296083870</id><published>2009-05-20T04:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:02:48.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my NEW addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I actually don’t watch television because I’m usually found in front of my computer or in my room texting. I watch television only when I’m in our shop because that’s the only thing I can do there except on being a cashier and texting. Last Monday night is the start of the Koreanovela “&lt;strong&gt;Boys over Flowers&lt;/strong&gt;”, at first I’m not really interested and not even care. But then, last Saturday, there’s a replay of the “Boys over Flowers”, I watched it and then it all started in there. I liked it! Ha-ha. Oh no. I don’t like it because I love it. Ha-ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 282px;" src="http://i301.photobucket.com/albums/nn77/kunxjnh_08/BOF18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;And now, I’m so addicted to it. Mostly to &lt;strong&gt;Ji-Hoo [Kim Hyun Joong]&lt;/strong&gt;. Ahii. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 419px; height: 293px;" src="http://i235.photobucket.com/albums/ee170/stellamarata/kim-hyun-joong.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-5471888657296083870?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/5471888657296083870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/5471888657296083870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/5471888657296083870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-new-addiction.html' title='my NEW addiction'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-2048115967901124766</id><published>2009-05-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:01:36.399-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Done with HTML and everything :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i350.photobucket.com/albums/q437/kumiko017/untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;First when I woke up, I checked my phone &amp;amp; sat in front of my computer. Doing everything in my site. fixing it and whatsoever. &amp;amp; finally I'm done fixing, designing and putting things in my Blog site! wiihhh! :)) So happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/419114656541264447-2048115967901124766?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/2048115967901124766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/2048115967901124766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/2048115967901124766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-done.html' title='Done with HTML and everything :)'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-419114656541264447.post-1415100515590455880</id><published>2009-05-19T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:00:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIRST ever blog in BLOGGER! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I almost go crazy about how I'll edit the HTML of my blog because I actually don't know. And its makes me crazy &amp;amp; insane. Haha. Good thing the 2 important people in my life help me here. But I discover it myself on how I'll edit it and I made it! I love my layout! So I guess that's all for my first blog. Haha! :))&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/419114656541264447-1415100515590455880?l=vanityandmemories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/feeds/1415100515590455880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/1415100515590455880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/419114656541264447/posts/default/1415100515590455880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vanityandmemories.blogspot.com/2009/05/layout.html' title='FIRST ever blog in BLOGGER! :))'/><author><name>Marjori</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01103110362470384661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VfXoDYXo0xE/ShFdUU8MF_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/3pjHHoIsA7Y/S220/EDitED+(5).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
