<?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-3162390199351581808</id><updated>2012-02-06T08:34:41.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Breaker</title><subtitle type='html'>"I want to be heard,share a piece of my life and be an inspiration to others"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5880176268481928319</id><published>2012-02-06T08:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T08:34:41.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know Who You Are</title><content type='html'>We may not be perfect. We may not always be together every moment of everyday. We may get distracted sometimes, but I know that you are what I want. I know when we are together I feel like I belong, I feel like that’s&lt;b&gt; where I’m supposed to be&lt;/b&gt;. I know days go by without us being physically together but I know that it will pass. I know people try and get in the way of us but &lt;b&gt;they will never get through&lt;/b&gt;. Think about it! We have made it so far… and we can make it even further. I have &lt;b&gt;faith in us &lt;/b&gt;and I know you do too. Not by obligation but because you actually love me,&lt;b&gt; I feel it.&lt;/b&gt; I &lt;b&gt;know&lt;/b&gt; it. I love&lt;b&gt; us&lt;/b&gt;, with our imperfections and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#Waking up thinking of you, made me write this. Good morning&lt;b&gt; Zir&lt;/b&gt;. C:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5880176268481928319?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5880176268481928319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-know-who-you-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5880176268481928319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5880176268481928319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-know-who-you-are.html' title='You Know Who You Are'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7092739479065056235</id><published>2012-01-28T08:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:58:54.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1-28-12</title><content type='html'>Fight for me. I want you to beg me to stay and tell me how horrible you're doing without me. Show me you &lt;b&gt;need&lt;/b&gt; me and &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; me in your life. That you'll do &lt;b&gt;anything &lt;/b&gt;to make me stay. Show me that I'm the &lt;b&gt;only girl&lt;/b&gt; for you, and no other girl compares. Chase after me. Don't let me give up, show me I'm making &lt;b&gt;a big mistake&lt;/b&gt; by &lt;strike&gt;leaving&lt;/strike&gt;. Show me how important I am to you. Don't just let me &lt;b&gt;walk away&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7092739479065056235?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7092739479065056235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2012/01/fight-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7092739479065056235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7092739479065056235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2012/01/fight-for-me.html' title='1-28-12'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8528583655894482937</id><published>2011-12-31T13:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:00:53.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Arip4OPQ_eo/Tv6lDFBauPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Thh-C4GUzTs/s1600/goodbye2011-450x337.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="100" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Arip4OPQ_eo/Tv6lDFBauPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Thh-C4GUzTs/s320/goodbye2011-450x337.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2011 is the year that went by so fast, maybe a little too fast. It’s the year your so called friend walks out of your life, and it’s the year you realize who the real ones are. It’s the year you felt the most pressure to the point where you gave up so many times but you’re still learning how to get back up. It’s the year you said you were going to accomplish great things yet you feel like you’ve just wasted time. It’s the year you cried over too many pointless things, too many times. It’s the year you look back on all the lifetime memories in which you find yourself missing the people in them. But it’s also the year you move on, slowly, and you realize that everything will be okay. And it did, eventually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2012pleasebegood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8528583655894482937?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8528583655894482937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8528583655894482937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8528583655894482937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Arip4OPQ_eo/Tv6lDFBauPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Thh-C4GUzTs/s72-c/goodbye2011-450x337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2738484784292187860</id><published>2011-12-25T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T16:49:12.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear GOD</title><content type='html'>Thank you for inviting &lt;b&gt;Lolo&lt;/b&gt; to be with You on this day. We are not saddened by his &lt;i&gt;death&lt;/i&gt; because we know he is&lt;b&gt; happy and fortunate&lt;/b&gt; enough to celebrate this day &lt;b&gt;personally &lt;/b&gt;with You. Have a &lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas &lt;/b&gt;everyone. C: #bittersweet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2738484784292187860?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2738484784292187860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2738484784292187860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2738484784292187860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-god.html' title='Dear GOD'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2652501554853672772</id><published>2011-12-24T18:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T18:13:14.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Part Right Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Noah&lt;/b&gt;: Would you just &lt;i&gt;stay with me&lt;/i&gt;? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allie&lt;/b&gt;: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we’re already fightin’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noah&lt;/b&gt;: Well that’s what we do, &lt;b&gt;we fight&lt;/b&gt;… You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Allie&lt;/b&gt;: So what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Noah&lt;/b&gt;: So &lt;b&gt;it’s not gonna be easy&lt;/b&gt;. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but &lt;b&gt;I want to do that because I want you&lt;/b&gt;. I want all of you, for ever, &lt;b&gt;you and me&lt;/b&gt;, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go!&lt;b&gt; I lost you once, I think I can do it again&lt;/b&gt;. If I thought that’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Notebook&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2652501554853672772?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2652501554853672772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-part-right-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2652501554853672772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2652501554853672772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-part-right-here.html' title='This Part Right Here'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-259745399905575865</id><published>2011-12-22T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:46:29.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man vs. Woman: The Pathetic Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Woman &lt;/b&gt;asks: If I sleep with 3 men, everyone calls me a&lt;b&gt; slut&lt;/b&gt;. But when a man sleeps with 8 girls, everyone calls him a &lt;strike&gt;real man&lt;/strike&gt;. &lt;b&gt;How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Confucius &lt;/b&gt;replies: ‘It’s very simple. When one lock can be opened by 3 different keys, it’s a &lt;b&gt;bad lock&lt;/b&gt;. But when one key can open 8 different locks, we call it a &lt;b&gt;master key&lt;/b&gt;’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good. SIGH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-259745399905575865?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/259745399905575865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-vs-woman-pathetic-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/259745399905575865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/259745399905575865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/man-vs-woman-pathetic-truth.html' title='Man vs. Woman: The Pathetic Truth'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7947153279206077186</id><published>2011-12-21T09:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T19:47:18.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's Not Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZHnlA_XalA/TvE41_SJ3uI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2glmpylicqc/s1600/tumblr_lufty6Mg261qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="205" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZHnlA_XalA/TvE41_SJ3uI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2glmpylicqc/s320/tumblr_lufty6Mg261qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’d really like to spend the holidays with you.&lt;/b&gt; The seasons are greeting us, the night’s just right, and mistletoe’s aplenty. I’ll hang some LED lights,pull the plastic Christmas tree off the shelves in the garage, and brew us a nice cup of instant hot chocolate. I’ll grab you by the waist or you'll probably grab mine and close my eyes, thinking all the while that Santa’s not coming to my house this year. I’ve already got what I want from my wishlist, and that’s &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;. #you-know-who-you-are&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7947153279206077186?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7947153279206077186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/santas-not-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7947153279206077186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7947153279206077186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/santas-not-coming.html' title='Santa&apos;s Not Coming'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AZHnlA_XalA/TvE41_SJ3uI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/2glmpylicqc/s72-c/tumblr_lufty6Mg261qbpzi9o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-223958781607672322</id><published>2011-12-21T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:28:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunshine ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiRkhnSNcmI/TvE1xa9WzmI/AAAAAAAAAqE/291LiNEBP_I/s1600/BCT%2Bsandwich.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiRkhnSNcmI/TvE1xa9WzmI/AAAAAAAAAqE/291LiNEBP_I/s400/BCT%2Bsandwich.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BCT (Bacon Cheese Tomatoes) Sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate for breakfast. A yummy way to start the day. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-223958781607672322?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/223958781607672322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-morning-sunshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/223958781607672322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/223958781607672322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good Morning Sunshine ^^'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LiRkhnSNcmI/TvE1xa9WzmI/AAAAAAAAAqE/291LiNEBP_I/s72-c/BCT%2Bsandwich.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-1048127666704809531</id><published>2011-12-20T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T14:49:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedong Hits It Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwNKsOoom8U/TvAvrmod5vI/AAAAAAAAAp4/APySzKD7-U4/s1600/tumblr_lwhgofMH8t1qa6ka6o1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwNKsOoom8U/TvAvrmod5vI/AAAAAAAAAp4/APySzKD7-U4/s320/tumblr_lwhgofMH8t1qa6ka6o1_1280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe how I feel right now. Except maybe my prayers go out to the victims of typhoon Sendong in CDO and Iligan, Philippines. This picture is of a father carrying his daughter… His &lt;b&gt;dead daughter&lt;/b&gt;. Right now more than 600 people died because of typhoon Sendong, and about 300 are still missing. Please help them. Let's all pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;*Not my photo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-1048127666704809531?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/1048127666704809531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/sedong-hits-it-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1048127666704809531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1048127666704809531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/sedong-hits-it-hard.html' title='Sedong Hits It Hard'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AwNKsOoom8U/TvAvrmod5vI/AAAAAAAAAp4/APySzKD7-U4/s72-c/tumblr_lwhgofMH8t1qa6ka6o1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6508787019205502200</id><published>2011-12-19T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:16:40.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words are Useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;There are certain people who come into your life and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is &lt;strike&gt;tender&lt;/strike&gt;; a&lt;b&gt; bruise of longing&lt;/b&gt;, a&lt;i&gt; pulse of unfinished business&lt;/i&gt;. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a &lt;b&gt;hundred ways&lt;/b&gt;. And when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, &lt;b&gt;words are useless&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6508787019205502200?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6508787019205502200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/words-are-useless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6508787019205502200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6508787019205502200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/words-are-useless.html' title='Words are Useless'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-1549579337415809702</id><published>2011-12-03T11:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T11:41:41.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Looking Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFTypCmmv8c/TtmZ_N4EJVI/AAAAAAAAAps/TBbnvN4Iifk/s1600/dianearbus.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFTypCmmv8c/TtmZ_N4EJVI/AAAAAAAAAps/TBbnvN4Iifk/s320/dianearbus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;b&gt;PAST&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;b&gt;FUTURE&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M READY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-1549579337415809702?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/1549579337415809702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-looking-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1549579337415809702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1549579337415809702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/12/no-looking-back.html' title='No Looking Back'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFTypCmmv8c/TtmZ_N4EJVI/AAAAAAAAAps/TBbnvN4Iifk/s72-c/dianearbus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8000399342414227772</id><published>2011-10-29T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T23:39:42.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Saying</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwMJnaMnWqI/Tqtm4ubhT2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/IUes7xk32ew/s1600/a%2Brose.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwMJnaMnWqI/Tqtm4ubhT2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/IUes7xk32ew/s320/a%2Brose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you feel when you love someone? If distilled down to it’s core components, what would those be? Yes, love is an &lt;b&gt;emotion&lt;/b&gt;, a&lt;i&gt; feeling&lt;/i&gt;, a &lt;strike&gt;wanting&lt;/strike&gt;, and a &lt;b&gt;“being”&lt;/b&gt;. We know it feels good, but what specific feelings, wantings, and beings are present when we feel love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is &lt;b&gt;Accepting&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Acceptance is labeling someone as&lt;b&gt; “okay”&lt;/b&gt; and having no particular desire to change them. Who they are is&lt;i&gt; perfectly fine with you&lt;/i&gt;. You pose no condition on whether you will love them or not. This is called &lt;b&gt;unconditional love&lt;/b&gt;. When your love is conditional, the moment they step outside your set of conditions, love wanes. Consequently, love is rarely a constant state but &lt;i&gt;fluctuates&lt;/i&gt; based on our degree of acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is &lt;b&gt;Appreciating&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Appreciation is one step &lt;i&gt;beyond acceptance&lt;/i&gt;. Its when your focus is on &lt;strike&gt;what you like&lt;/strike&gt; about another. We look at them and feel this &lt;b&gt;sweeping appreciation&lt;/b&gt; for who they are, their joy, their insights, their humor, their companionship, etc. When someone says they are “in love” with another, they mean their &lt;i&gt;appreciation is so enormous &lt;/i&gt;for this person that it consumes their every thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love is &lt;b&gt;Wanting Another to Feel Good&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;We want those we love to be happy, safe, healthy, and fulfilled. We want them to feel good in &lt;b&gt;all ways&lt;/b&gt;, physically, mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOHH MEEEN! These chick-flick movies made me want&lt;br /&gt;to talk about love again! Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8000399342414227772?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8000399342414227772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-saying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8000399342414227772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8000399342414227772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/10/just-saying.html' title='Just Saying'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TwMJnaMnWqI/Tqtm4ubhT2I/AAAAAAAAApQ/IUes7xk32ew/s72-c/a%2Brose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6770943610864592949</id><published>2011-10-19T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T18:57:13.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even when you're hanging by a THREAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn0L1Qb2FAU/Tp6sI5jhU4I/AAAAAAAAApE/E0Ti7Zs-QUE/s1600/tumblr_lm8myiphPl1qc8odko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn0L1Qb2FAU/Tp6sI5jhU4I/AAAAAAAAApE/E0Ti7Zs-QUE/s320/tumblr_lm8myiphPl1qc8odko1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a &lt;b&gt;series of bridges&lt;/b&gt;. The hardest part is deciding which ones to cross and which to burn. Figuring out &lt;i&gt;who to leave behind&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;b&gt;who is worth risking it all&lt;/b&gt;. Who will be there waiting with open arms at the other end? Who will be cutting the rope as soon as you step on? You realize whether you’ve made the right decision when you’re about halfway across, but by that point, it’s &lt;strike&gt;too late &lt;/strike&gt;to turn around. You have to&lt;b&gt; push forward&lt;/b&gt;, slowly and carefully or quickly and recklessly. Whichever way you choose, &lt;strike&gt;you can’t look down&lt;/strike&gt;, you &lt;b&gt;can’t be afraid&lt;/b&gt;, there is &lt;i&gt;no room for second guessing&lt;/i&gt;. Even when you’re hanging by a thread, even if the foundation is shaking, even when the fire at your back creeps closer, even when you lose sight of the other side, keep your head up, eyes forward, and &lt;b&gt;faith strong&lt;/b&gt;. Doing all you can to resist the temptation to jump.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6770943610864592949?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6770943610864592949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/10/even-when-youre-hanging-by-thread.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6770943610864592949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6770943610864592949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/10/even-when-youre-hanging-by-thread.html' title='Even when you&apos;re hanging by a THREAD'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sn0L1Qb2FAU/Tp6sI5jhU4I/AAAAAAAAApE/E0Ti7Zs-QUE/s72-c/tumblr_lm8myiphPl1qc8odko1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-153219302041945329</id><published>2011-10-14T22:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T23:38:03.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool With IT</title><content type='html'>I'm weird, yeah, what else is new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being called strange. Strange is a definition of not being pulled in by the crowd and do what everybody else is doing because that's exactly how my whole life has been. I've been so.. different (if that's how I simplify it, and to make it &lt;b&gt;look sane&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know my old habit of how I write stuffs on my notepad just to keep my thoughts flowing and it's not just about one particular stuff, occasionally about family stuffs, mostly about what I go through, what randomly pops in my head. So &lt;strike&gt;I really don't mind&lt;/strike&gt; if some people don't get it,&lt;b&gt; I'm cool with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I've been kinda busy these past few weeks. :3&lt;br /&gt;Finals, Research Study, Pre-oral defense! Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's over and done. Thank God. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HELLOOOOO SEMBREAK&lt;/b&gt;!!!! Ugh. I'm 'effin excited to go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-153219302041945329?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/153219302041945329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/10/cool-with-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/153219302041945329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/153219302041945329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/10/cool-with-it.html' title='Cool With IT'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3615794159892323064</id><published>2011-09-04T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:58:06.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>A wise man sat in the audience and cracked a joke. Everybody laughs like crazy. After a moment, he cracked the same joke again. This time, less people laughed. He cracked the same joke &lt;b&gt;again and again&lt;/b&gt;. When there is no laughter in the crowd...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;b&gt;smiled&lt;/b&gt; and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"You can't laugh at the same joke again and again, but why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-3615794159892323064?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3615794159892323064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/09/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3615794159892323064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3615794159892323064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/09/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7212451030456461056</id><published>2011-08-29T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T18:43:15.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Smarter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0HTVpAhySI/TltrA9aorRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ABjq1hEgegw/s1600/chickenloveninjas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" width="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0HTVpAhySI/TltrA9aorRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ABjq1hEgegw/s320/chickenloveninjas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a&lt;b&gt; looong&lt;/b&gt; weekend at school, so I decided to go home. I miss home so much-my bed, my family, &lt;strike&gt;everything&lt;/strike&gt;! I’m happy I’d be able to spend time here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, one of my friends came to visit me this weekend.  Last night we were discussing certain past situations and jokingly labelled them as &lt;b&gt;"emotional terrorism”&lt;/b&gt;. We laughed and continued on our conversation, enjoying a full evening of each other's company, snacks, and movies. After waking up this morning, our conversation wandered down the&lt;strike&gt; path of romance&lt;/strike&gt;, but this time we kept the discussion in the present or future tense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, this bubbly friend looked me straight in the eye and told me that the only way to have a successful relationship was to &lt;b&gt;not let go of your emotions&lt;/b&gt;. She insisted we needed to evaluate a potential partner with our &lt;b&gt;logic&lt;/b&gt;, rather than our hearts and date someone for a while before even beginning to open up emotionally. I listened and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this afternoon I was hanging out with some friends and surprised myself when I made a comment during another conversation about romance. I swear, I talk about more topics than this. It just happened to be &lt;strike&gt;the subject of the weekend &lt;/strike&gt;apparently!&lt;b&gt; LOL&lt;/b&gt; Basically I suggested that I could enter into all the actions of a relationship &lt;strike&gt;without any of the emotional attachment&lt;/strike&gt; or strings that came with it. I said perhaps it would be better if&lt;b&gt; I kept my feelings in check&lt;/b&gt; and just carried through with the motions of dating to&lt;b&gt; avoid &lt;/b&gt;the possibility of&lt;b&gt; being vulnerable or hurt&lt;/b&gt;. My friend expressed surprise that I would be able to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize how &lt;b&gt;ridiculous&lt;/b&gt; that statement was!  First of all, after thinking more about what I said I realized&lt;b&gt; I don't think I am capable of doing something like that&lt;/b&gt;. Secondly, even if I was,&lt;strike&gt; I don't want to be a person like that&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't trust my own thoughts, because as already proven, they can be faulty at times. The only thing that heals those wounds is &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;. So though I had momentarily been convinced that putting my heart in time out would help keep it safe, I know that the ability to love and feel is &lt;b&gt;the only thing turning the wrongs of our life to right&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than shutting out the chances to love, it's important to let it rest in the arms of its rightful companion which is &lt;b&gt;”WISDOM"&lt;/b&gt;. Making mistakes in love is just &lt;i&gt;a part of being alive&lt;/i&gt;, but rather than closing it out and declaring it bad, it is important we learn from our errors and&lt;b&gt; move on to love more successfully&lt;/b&gt; in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am taking my heart out of time out and giving myself a break.  I will not allow my past to emotionally terrorize my present and fill my future with fearful inaction. Instead I will learn from the past and make &lt;strike&gt;wiser decisions&lt;/strike&gt; about my future. But my decisions are to &lt;b&gt;love smarter&lt;/b&gt;, not love less, because &lt;b&gt;loving smarter lets me love stronger&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7212451030456461056?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7212451030456461056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-smarter.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7212451030456461056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7212451030456461056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-smarter.html' title='Love Smarter'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c0HTVpAhySI/TltrA9aorRI/AAAAAAAAAo8/ABjq1hEgegw/s72-c/chickenloveninjas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-247435177063907530</id><published>2011-08-29T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:15:27.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdM4diDHDN4/TlsDVBlwqYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wVgWt4IKTC0/s1600/fine__by_shutdown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdM4diDHDN4/TlsDVBlwqYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wVgWt4IKTC0/s320/fine__by_shutdown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a &lt;b&gt;smile&lt;/b&gt; on my face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your absence doesn’t hurt me anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here.&lt;b&gt; I am smiling&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am. &lt;b&gt;Fine&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-247435177063907530?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/247435177063907530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/247435177063907530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/247435177063907530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-i-am.html' title='Yes, I am.'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OdM4diDHDN4/TlsDVBlwqYI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wVgWt4IKTC0/s72-c/fine__by_shutdown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7335972087863821298</id><published>2011-08-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T17:37:18.388+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only Time :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I've Found Myself.</title><content type='html'>So I guess the old habit's back. Here I am writing crap out of my head and hoping in the future I'd be able to look back and think, "wow, now that's true inspiration" because when nobody else in this world is willing to give you any advice, sometimes the only person you have to rely on is yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks I've learned a lot. Probably too much to handle for someone easily frustrated like me. Rejection, failure, loss, and heartache.. All in less than a month. Sometimes I wonder what's the point of going on in life, if every sacrifice I put into was in vain. Or what's the use of dreaming, if the future is dictated for you. Or what's the use in trusting someone, if at the end of the day you're on your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, that's just a blessing in disguise. It might seem terrible and painful, but maybe that's just the thing I need. A massive wake up call.. for the fact that it's the wrong path I've been taking and I should just change lanes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well at the moment I am happy on how things are going for me. I am happy that I've grown as a person, I've become more mature. And the thing I'm happiest about is that I've reconnected with GOD. I am building a much deeper relationship with HIM. And guess what? That's all I really need. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Those who joyfully leave everything in God's Hand, will eventually see God's Hand in everything."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worry ends when Faith begins. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4595492486015350461?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4595492486015350461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-not-lost-ive-found-myself.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4595492486015350461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4595492486015350461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-not-lost-ive-found-myself.html' title='I&apos;m Not Lost. I&apos;ve Found Myself.'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5984121855035470918</id><published>2011-08-07T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T14:43:21.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S I G H</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5tDz3v_KRI/Tj4z1-6K-bI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4buQiQ4HIlU/s1600/staring%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bwindw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5tDz3v_KRI/Tj4z1-6K-bI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4buQiQ4HIlU/s320/staring%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bwindw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that girl staring into space? If you were to ask what's wrong, she would say &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt;. When in reality it's &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;. She's sitting there wondering what she did wrong, what she could have done differently, how she would have changed it if she had the chance. And if she had the chance to go back and do it over again, would it end with the same result? That's why she stares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I stare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5984121855035470918?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5984121855035470918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-see-that-girl-staring-into-space-if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5984121855035470918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5984121855035470918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/08/you-see-that-girl-staring-into-space-if.html' title='S I G H'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A5tDz3v_KRI/Tj4z1-6K-bI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4buQiQ4HIlU/s72-c/staring%2Bout%2Bof%2Bthe%2Bwindw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-349245638132120204</id><published>2011-07-26T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:13:56.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMrIRe9HvXc/Ti6g0LQ6P6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ixUB6RaB1_A/s1600/tumblr_lmho0etXh91qcnibyo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="324" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMrIRe9HvXc/Ti6g0LQ6P6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ixUB6RaB1_A/s400/tumblr_lmho0etXh91qcnibyo1_500.jpg" /&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/3162390199351581808-349245638132120204?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/349245638132120204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/349245638132120204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/349245638132120204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-self.html' title='Dear Self'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FMrIRe9HvXc/Ti6g0LQ6P6I/AAAAAAAAAmk/ixUB6RaB1_A/s72-c/tumblr_lmho0etXh91qcnibyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-9124983281874792860</id><published>2011-07-26T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:04:23.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello &amp; Goodbye</title><content type='html'>It’s the scariest thing ever to realize how much someone means to you. When it hits you, I mean &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;hits you, all these thoughts and questions rush through your head at once. A sad emotion even starts to creep on you slowly inch by inch as you start to wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if for some reason things don’t work out? – How are you possible to live without them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone that was once a stranger now is the only person you know like the back of your hand. Someone you once had no emotions for, now has the power to break your heart. Someone you never used to hang out with, now owns most of your time. Someone you never thought you love, now owns your entire heart. Someone you once lived without, you now wish to hold onto &lt;b&gt;forever&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT nothing's ever forever, forever's a lie. All we have is between &lt;b&gt;hello and goodbye&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-9124983281874792860?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/9124983281874792860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/9124983281874792860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/9124983281874792860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello &amp; Goodbye'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6961470251698564517</id><published>2011-07-21T20:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:18:39.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just How It Is</title><content type='html'>You can hide the pain that you feel and make others believe you can move on but you can never deny the truth to yourself that the person who has failed and hurt you is still the person you’ll always choose to love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6961470251698564517?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6961470251698564517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6961470251698564517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6961470251698564517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/blog-post.html' title='It&apos;s Just How It Is'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8434040566454684591</id><published>2011-07-19T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T10:36:35.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR STORY ENDED</title><content type='html'>and it's not a happily ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8434040566454684591?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8434040566454684591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-story-ended.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8434040566454684591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8434040566454684591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/our-story-ended.html' title='OUR STORY ENDED'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4594075642880181494</id><published>2011-07-16T19:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T13:16:07.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medical Mission</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLsRkgIeSwE/Ti-eOuIvf-I/AAAAAAAAAms/AaoX3FZ39bI/s1600/285524_250152505011041_100000488813181_975132_7084128_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLsRkgIeSwE/Ti-eOuIvf-I/AAAAAAAAAms/AaoX3FZ39bI/s400/285524_250152505011041_100000488813181_975132_7084128_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEsDW8j1Yf4/Ti-e54haizI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PHHLDou-wBE/s1600/268572_250696961623262_100000488813181_977975_1352059_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lEsDW8j1Yf4/Ti-e54haizI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PHHLDou-wBE/s400/268572_250696961623262_100000488813181_977975_1352059_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this morning, the members of the SNAP (Student Nurses Association of the Philippines)-CPU Council participated in a Medical Outreach held at Core Shelter Area, Uswag Village, Jaro, Iloilo City with the Rotary Theme: “Reach Within to Embrace Humanity”. We are very fortunate for having been able to partake in this event.  I really like going to medical missions ever since. It gives me a feeling of fulfilment that I am able to serve those who really are in need and who are suffering from abject poverty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was assigned together with 4 of my classmates to the Medical Education area. Some members of the &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Rotaract-Club-of-Iloilo/178135793271"&gt;Rotarac Club Iloilo&lt;/a&gt; were also there to help us through. It’s quite challenging because we have to make sure that every person understood clearly what their medication is and how they are going to consume them (plus the fact that there were countless of people there and every person has various medicines. CAN YOU IMAGINE THAT?). IKR. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? No matter how exhausted I am, at the end of the day I’m still very pleased. Seeing the smiles of the people there (especially the kids and the elderly) and hearing them say “Thank You” is so overwhelming that no amount of money can ever compare to that. Hihi. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day! I need to rest though. I’m so dead on your feet. Tssssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4594075642880181494?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4594075642880181494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/medical-mission.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4594075642880181494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4594075642880181494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/medical-mission.html' title='Medical Mission'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iLsRkgIeSwE/Ti-eOuIvf-I/AAAAAAAAAms/AaoX3FZ39bI/s72-c/285524_250152505011041_100000488813181_975132_7084128_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5369407861829267125</id><published>2011-07-09T19:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T19:12:40.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 04 What You Ate Today</title><content type='html'>I wasn’t able to eat my meal for breakfast. I’m afraid I’ll be late for duty so I just had a glass of green tea. We’re currently on duty in the community, so we’re ought to bring a packed lunch. We had lunch there with the family assigned to us. After duty I was craving for spaghetti, so I had one. Nam. Nam. Then after that, just random foodstuff (CHIPS &amp; some SWEETS).  I told you, I eat &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;. OINKY! LOL. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEus7Z31l3A/Thg274knJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UyM13VUB7hc/s1600/index.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="326" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEus7Z31l3A/Thg274knJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UyM13VUB7hc/s400/index.jpg" /&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/3162390199351581808-5369407861829267125?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5369407861829267125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-04-what-you-ate-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5369407861829267125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5369407861829267125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/day-04-what-you-ate-today.html' title='Day 04 What You Ate Today'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEus7Z31l3A/Thg274knJ2I/AAAAAAAAAmc/UyM13VUB7hc/s72-c/index.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6815661521585298267</id><published>2011-07-08T19:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T01:43:04.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbyes Are Never Easy</title><content type='html'>Our 3 weeks of exposure in Asilo de Molo has already ended.  And believe me, it’s &lt;b&gt;not easy&lt;/b&gt;. At first I thought I will be pleased because it would mean NO more mopping the floor, No more washing the dishes, No more cleaning the droppings (poop) of the elderly and at last we say adieu to the unpleasant smell of the place. (Forgive me, I’m just being honest-not a hypocrite who pretends to do otherwise). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT as what they say, &lt;b&gt;things happen for a reason&lt;/b&gt;. As time goes by, I started to do things not because I have to but because &lt;b&gt;I want to&lt;/b&gt;; not because I was asked to but because &lt;b&gt;I’m happy to.&lt;/b&gt; I’ve learned to care for those people whom I barely know. &lt;b&gt;“Those people”&lt;/b&gt; now became a significant part of me. I’ve learned to &lt;b&gt;love them&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lolo’s and Lola’s in Asilo are &lt;b&gt;special&lt;/b&gt;. They may not have the best of everything (some had gone through difficulties and sickness which you wouldn’t ever wish to go through) but they have been blessed with people who truly care for them. And &lt;b&gt;I thank God&lt;/b&gt; for giving me the opportunity to have this experience which I’ll never ever forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share some pics with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YgBNRLHuwQ/Thbh5BltDAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KhfM-VANe1Q/s1600/19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="353" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YgBNRLHuwQ/Thbh5BltDAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KhfM-VANe1Q/s400/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;b&gt;Lola Mag’s&lt;/b&gt;. She’s my super duper best lola ever! We have a special relationship and I it was &lt;b&gt;heartbreaking&lt;/b&gt; when I said goodbye. She really cried and it made me cry too! I’m really gonna miss her! :’(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0pEW2Rw5e0/Thbh5YYPwqI/AAAAAAAAAks/YSYNUgpFP4M/s1600/17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="291" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T0pEW2Rw5e0/Thbh5YYPwqI/AAAAAAAAAks/YSYNUgpFP4M/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lola is &lt;b&gt;sooo cute&lt;/b&gt; when she’s making faces like this. Yaaaay! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIRcXchAreI/Thbh5RzNz5I/AAAAAAAAAk0/fXX-5A-CNJo/s1600/16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kIRcXchAreI/Thbh5RzNz5I/AAAAAAAAAk0/fXX-5A-CNJo/s400/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of our &lt;b&gt;“train-train”&lt;/b&gt; moment. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVjovXjVPJ8/Thbh5rjvlNI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sUd1I8cpIzQ/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YVjovXjVPJ8/Thbh5rjvlNI/AAAAAAAAAk8/sUd1I8cpIzQ/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Lola is showcasing her talent which is &lt;b&gt;SINGING&lt;/b&gt;! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnvF4qDm3nM/ThbmQi9VvZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mLf3YhLhnW4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vnvF4qDm3nM/ThbmQi9VvZI/AAAAAAAAAmU/mLf3YhLhnW4/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here, I told Lola to give chance to others because she insists on singing more.  Haha.  She’s really &lt;b&gt;so adooooorable&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjNe663ddlM/Thbi6UrYYsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8sdK2605tcA/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mjNe663ddlM/Thbi6UrYYsI/AAAAAAAAAlM/8sdK2605tcA/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lola’s FANS. &lt;/b&gt;Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXZJ1b4L8Tc/Thbi6nB8PhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Siy32FEvha0/s1600/15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XXZJ1b4L8Tc/Thbi6nB8PhI/AAAAAAAAAlU/Siy32FEvha0/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here with&lt;b&gt; Lolo Esperidion&lt;/b&gt;. He is disoriented to time, place and person and with a right sided paralysis. Taking care of him is a challenge but I don’t mind. It’s the 2nd time I was assigned to him. The first time was when I was still in 3rd year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twM7dlMl-Dw/Thbi6qITFrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-R7j2mekJ-w/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="287" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-twM7dlMl-Dw/Thbi6qITFrI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-R7j2mekJ-w/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The ever cute and cuddly &lt;b&gt;Lola Leah&lt;/b&gt;! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSapdvQ9GvU/Thbi6yNdX5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/R1uM1MbFyxc/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="352" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WSapdvQ9GvU/Thbi6yNdX5I/AAAAAAAAAlk/R1uM1MbFyxc/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here with the most well behaved&lt;b&gt; Lolo Kiko&lt;/b&gt;. Obviously, his favourite hobby is &lt;b&gt;sleeping&lt;/b&gt;. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZlVjEJkGs/Thbi7EWtSfI/AAAAAAAAAls/4vi971hCr5E/s1600/10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f0ZlVjEJkGs/Thbi7EWtSfI/AAAAAAAAAls/4vi971hCr5E/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Posing with the &lt;b&gt;pink plates&lt;/b&gt; we donated. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RYAWb7-3Eo/ThbjbWFmQ7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/BCcS7Wmnqhw/s1600/21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4RYAWb7-3Eo/ThbjbWFmQ7I/AAAAAAAAAl0/BCcS7Wmnqhw/s400/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With &lt;b&gt;Fil Am &amp; Julyen&lt;/b&gt;. HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish my own grandparents were still alive. I could have cared for them &lt;b&gt;even more&lt;/b&gt;. It’s sad how I was able to do things for others and not do it for them. It’s one of the things &lt;b&gt;deeply &lt;/b&gt;regret. How I wish I could turn back time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3FJuk0SKDc/Thbjbk9VrHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3dcGNzQA5BM/s1600/20.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3FJuk0SKDc/Thbjbk9VrHI/AAAAAAAAAl8/3dcGNzQA5BM/s400/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to know more about &lt;b&gt;ASILO de MOLO&lt;/b&gt;, simply "&lt;b&gt;google&lt;/b&gt; it". :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6815661521585298267?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6815661521585298267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbyes-are-never-easy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6815661521585298267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6815661521585298267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/goodbyes-are-never-easy.html' title='Goodbyes Are Never Easy'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7YgBNRLHuwQ/Thbh5BltDAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/KhfM-VANe1Q/s72-c/19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6536821984823949119</id><published>2011-07-04T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T18:07:51.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PRELIM EXAM tomorrow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C84k9Ak_17c/ThGDzDZ9x2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/6NowQ7EZIC0/s1600/tumblr_lh1siuPCr51qa5z1ro1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="272" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C84k9Ak_17c/ThGDzDZ9x2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/6NowQ7EZIC0/s400/tumblr_lh1siuPCr51qa5z1ro1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was having a break from studying (I badly need it cause I think my brain’s gonna explode), I hit upon this pic and it made me LOL. hahaha! I can super relate!!!  I'm sure you too! Well anyhow, GOODLUCK on our exams! Imma burn my midnight candles yet again. Pft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6536821984823949119?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6536821984823949119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/prelim-exam-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6536821984823949119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6536821984823949119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/07/prelim-exam-tomorrow.html' title='PRELIM EXAM tomorrow!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C84k9Ak_17c/ThGDzDZ9x2I/AAAAAAAAAj0/6NowQ7EZIC0/s72-c/tumblr_lh1siuPCr51qa5z1ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2990538808623074031</id><published>2011-06-29T11:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T11:28:23.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vk2aJ7RkbDA/TgqZlJV0bfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lKIQhgXD9Mo/s1600/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vk2aJ7RkbDA/TgqZlJV0bfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lKIQhgXD9Mo/s400/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love so much about him that it is hard to pick just a couple of things out. I love the way he laugh. I love the way he smile. I even love it when he makes me mad and don't know why. I love how when he upsets me, he try so hard to make it better. I am so in love with him that I don't go one minute without wishing that I was with him. Happy Birthday my migooooo! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2990538808623074031?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2990538808623074031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-his-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2990538808623074031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2990538808623074031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-his-birthday.html' title='IT&apos;S HIS BIRTHDAY! :)'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vk2aJ7RkbDA/TgqZlJV0bfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/lKIQhgXD9Mo/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6071251183870311509</id><published>2011-06-28T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:36:23.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you’re fu**ng your life up, and who will be around when you do?</title><content type='html'>GOOD QUESTION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6071251183870311509?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6071251183870311509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-fung-your-life-up-and-who-will-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6071251183870311509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6071251183870311509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/youre-fung-your-life-up-and-who-will-be.html' title='you’re fu**ng your life up, and who will be around when you do?'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8640004315093570440</id><published>2011-06-24T14:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T14:23:59.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>16 HRS EXTENSION DUTY?!</title><content type='html'>FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU**!!!&lt;br /&gt;KBYE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;This would be the first time!!!&lt;br /&gt;And IT SUCKS!!!!! SHT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8640004315093570440?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8640004315093570440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/16-hrs-extension-duty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8640004315093570440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8640004315093570440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/16-hrs-extension-duty.html' title='16 HRS EXTENSION DUTY?!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4903019605621373813</id><published>2011-06-22T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:07:47.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont need pills for everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwiqeChymQk/TgGim4VCqII/AAAAAAAAAjk/QxCHQWOfdso/s1600/tumblr_l7uevhFG4p1qcilawo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" width="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwiqeChymQk/TgGim4VCqII/AAAAAAAAAjk/QxCHQWOfdso/s400/tumblr_l7uevhFG4p1qcilawo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be sober, and spend every second with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4903019605621373813?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4903019605621373813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-need-pills-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4903019605621373813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4903019605621373813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-dont-need-pills-for-everything.html' title='i dont need pills for everything.'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nwiqeChymQk/TgGim4VCqII/AAAAAAAAAjk/QxCHQWOfdso/s72-c/tumblr_l7uevhFG4p1qcilawo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2275053252073639939</id><published>2011-06-20T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:04:25.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 03 Your Parents</title><content type='html'>My parents are everything to me-though I don’t think they know that really. I’m not very open about how I feel (I know, right?). They’re not perfect and so am I. We may have gone through a lot of arguments and struggles still I know they only want what’s best for me. Even now, they still call me &lt;b&gt;“bhe”&lt;/b&gt; (short for &lt;b&gt;baby&lt;/b&gt;). I can’t put into words how much I appreciate everything they’ve done for me and how much I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; them. I will not trade them for anything in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7sKWeWpQvE/Tf7UXcdw2cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Yh40uMLVNqI/s1600/DSC00066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7sKWeWpQvE/Tf7UXcdw2cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Yh40uMLVNqI/s400/DSC00066.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*This is a picture of our family from our latest summer trip! We visited this place called "The RUINS". Supeeeeer nice! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2275053252073639939?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2275053252073639939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-03-your-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2275053252073639939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2275053252073639939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-03-your-parents.html' title='Day 03 Your Parents'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m7sKWeWpQvE/Tf7UXcdw2cI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Yh40uMLVNqI/s72-c/DSC00066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3529600251322467573</id><published>2011-06-20T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:56:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S A HOLIDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdKagi-QYmQ/Tf7EV9pO1EI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lwg96K1wAKs/s1600/Jose-Rizal-Team-Manila-WIM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdKagi-QYmQ/Tf7EV9pO1EI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lwg96K1wAKs/s400/Jose-Rizal-Team-Manila-WIM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NO CLASSES! Yeeeyy. :)) Thank You JR (Jose Rizal)--&lt;i&gt;Feeling Close&lt;/i&gt;. Hahaha! You saved me yet again from a stressful day plus giving me ultra mega time to lay on my comfy bed and above all a NO CLASS BUT WITH ALLOOOOWAAANCE day!  Thank Yooou! You're definitely my HERO! We could be the best of friends, Yaa know! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For readers from across the globe:&lt;br /&gt;Jose Rizal is the Philippine’s National Hero.&lt;br /&gt;We are celebrating his 150th Birthday, so it’s an instant holiday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-3529600251322467573?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3529600251322467573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-holiday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3529600251322467573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3529600251322467573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-holiday.html' title='IT&apos;S A HOLIDAY!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PdKagi-QYmQ/Tf7EV9pO1EI/AAAAAAAAAjM/lwg96K1wAKs/s72-c/Jose-Rizal-Team-Manila-WIM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3669597674438695036</id><published>2011-06-17T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T16:44:08.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 02 Your first love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XwVAbAr3Yg/TfsTRBZB7JI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PkHfUxgwLyY/s1600/tumblr_lmhqogcGB61qcnibyo1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XwVAbAr3Yg/TfsTRBZB7JI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PkHfUxgwLyY/s400/tumblr_lmhqogcGB61qcnibyo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILY! Hihi. :P But if you mean a person whom I consider my first love.. Well, for that instance.. PASS! Hahaha. I don’t have so much to say about that one. But right now I’m in love, and this one is for keeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/revamp.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-3669597674438695036?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3669597674438695036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-02-your-first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3669597674438695036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3669597674438695036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/day-02-your-first-love.html' title='Day 02 Your first love'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_XwVAbAr3Yg/TfsTRBZB7JI/AAAAAAAAAjE/PkHfUxgwLyY/s72-c/tumblr_lmhqogcGB61qcnibyo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7726466975579676095</id><published>2011-06-14T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:01:50.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love ko 'to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQHF7U3lQLQ/TfculbqFf4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ifF3W1-kXXI/s1600/tumblr_llgk3zkqb11qbg3oao1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" width="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQHF7U3lQLQ/TfculbqFf4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ifF3W1-kXXI/s400/tumblr_llgk3zkqb11qbg3oao1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, Nang Rochel-the best roommate ever, offered me a Mc Donald’s treat! Who could say no to that? Hihi. Yum. Yum. Yum. I was actually craving for McDo for some time now. I just had no time to go out because I’m already weighed down with school work. Take note: we just started yesterday. IKR? Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be leaving the dormitory-slash-me :( within this week because she will have to fly to Manila for her review. I’m really gonna miss her so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared a lot of things. When she’s upset, she’ll tell me everything. When I need something she’ll be there to help out. She’s like a sister I never had. The thought of her leaving is so heartbreaking.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, for almost 2 years as roommates we never ever had a fight! We super click with each other.  Haaay. We’ll still keep in touch though. I wish her all the best and I’ll pray that she will be able to pass her board exam-&lt;i&gt;which I know she will&lt;/i&gt;! :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Life goes on. People come and go but those who became special will forever leave a mark. McDo and Manang-Love ko 'to! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I eat a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7726466975579676095?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7726466975579676095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-ko-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7726466975579676095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7726466975579676095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-ko-to.html' title='Love ko &apos;to!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vQHF7U3lQLQ/TfculbqFf4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/ifF3W1-kXXI/s72-c/tumblr_llgk3zkqb11qbg3oao1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4283789832333246416</id><published>2011-06-14T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T16:46:30.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start: Day 01 Introduce Yourself</title><content type='html'>I’m Allysia Mae Lopez. My nick name is EA-pronounced as “IYA”.  Allysia is pronounced as A’lay’shia NOT Alicia. No biggie actually, I’m just used to correct people whenever they mispronounce my name-which btw happens all the time! Pft.  I’m on my senior year as a student nurse at Central Philippine University here in Iloilo City.  View my complete PROFILE to know more about me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no idea why I posted this click &lt;a href="http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/revamp.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4283789832333246416?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4283789832333246416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/start-day-01-introduce-yourself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4283789832333246416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4283789832333246416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/start-day-01-introduce-yourself.html' title='The Start: Day 01 Introduce Yourself'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6554689924044610711</id><published>2011-06-10T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T10:25:17.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is it that what I do is not always appreciated?</title><content type='html'>You know, I've been trying my best but more often my best isn't just enough. I give them something they keep on looking for more.  It’s the thought that should count right? Or maybe I’m wrong.  It seems like everything I do is not right and they are not contented with it or maybe with ME. Then, they’ll end up hating me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6554689924044610711?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6554689924044610711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-is-it-that-what-i-do-is-not-always.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6554689924044610711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6554689924044610711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-is-it-that-what-i-do-is-not-always.html' title='Why is it that what I do is not always appreciated?'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7028781497735100601</id><published>2011-06-10T07:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:01:29.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So the past days;</title><content type='html'>I have been stuck here in my room because we had an &lt;b&gt;“extended vacation”&lt;/b&gt;. Classes are supposed to start last Monday BUT by that time the schedules aren’t ready yet. So, the whole week we are FREE from school. I don’t know if I’m really cheery about that. Don’t get me wrong, I loooove holidays especially the “unexpected ones” but knowing CPU College of Nursing I bet we’re going to have an &lt;b&gt;EXTENSION&lt;/b&gt; to pay for those days we haven’t had class/DUTY-and I terribly dislike &lt;b&gt; MAKE-UP DUTIES&lt;/b&gt;! Errrr. You know the feeling at the end of the semester that you’re just suppose to go home, put your feet up, chill out, and see your family but then there’s that make-up duty that suck you out of it! Ugh!  That’s why I’m very cautious not to get an &lt;b&gt;IR (Incident Report)&lt;/b&gt; because when you say hello to IR you also say hi to &lt;b&gt;8 or 16 hours extension &lt;/b&gt;(depending on the offense) and &lt;b&gt;400 pesos/8 hrs&lt;/b&gt; (before it’s only 200 pesos, they doubled it because it seems like some students are not alarmed by the price they have to pay that they continuously incur IR’s). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I received a text message from our coordinator that the schedules are already posted and instead of having our RLE (duty) on Mon Tue Wed, it &lt;b&gt;surprisingly&lt;/b&gt; been transferred to &lt;b&gt;Thu Fri Sat&lt;/b&gt;! What the F?! Last sem, I’ve already bear with myself being on the Thursday group and we are expecting that our group would fall on the Monday group this time! Grrrrrr! I don’t like it simply because it takes away Saturday which is supposed to be a rest day together with Sunday!&lt;b&gt; Why oh Why????&lt;/b&gt; It’s heartrending. I have no choice but to deal with it, &lt;b&gt;AGAIN.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7028781497735100601?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7028781497735100601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-past-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7028781497735100601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7028781497735100601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-past-days.html' title='So the past days;'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Lopez Jaena St, Iloilo City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>10.73399 122.54823710000005</georss:point><georss:box>10.7256175 122.53925110000006 10.7423625 122.55722310000004</georss:box></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2767389262257245138</id><published>2011-06-09T12:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:43:28.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on blogger..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTp3hcFw9qM/TfBO6IXvBEI/AAAAAAAAAik/IBscx4d9FK4/s1600/celebration_1718618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTp3hcFw9qM/TfBO6IXvBEI/AAAAAAAAAik/IBscx4d9FK4/s400/celebration_1718618.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616075495917421634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since MARCH 2008! It’s been 3 years already?! I barely noticed!  I need those bottles to be popping right now! It’s never too late to celebrate. Tehee! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2767389262257245138?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2767389262257245138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-on-blogger.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2767389262257245138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2767389262257245138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/im-on-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m on blogger..'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UTp3hcFw9qM/TfBO6IXvBEI/AAAAAAAAAik/IBscx4d9FK4/s72-c/celebration_1718618.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7249253062086000314</id><published>2011-06-09T11:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T11:25:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pN7iAJZPAwA/TfA8twdsCHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ED6AcNieJwI/s1600/tumblr_ldp1ebwfxx1qeosc5o1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pN7iAJZPAwA/TfA8twdsCHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ED6AcNieJwI/s400/tumblr_ldp1ebwfxx1qeosc5o1_400.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616055492132210802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can I marry your daughter and make her my wife.&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be the only girl that I love for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;And give her the best of me 'till the day that I die&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna marry your princess and make her my queen&lt;br /&gt;She'll be the most beautiful bride that I've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to smile.. :)&lt;br /&gt;When she walks down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;On the arm of her father&lt;br /&gt;On the day that I marry your daughter.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalala..♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7249253062086000314?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7249253062086000314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/lss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7249253062086000314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7249253062086000314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/lss.html' title='LSS'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pN7iAJZPAwA/TfA8twdsCHI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/ED6AcNieJwI/s72-c/tumblr_ldp1ebwfxx1qeosc5o1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8222234999474505363</id><published>2011-06-08T15:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:52:18.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The RED Flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJJEthT2gUs/Te8r-oAsiUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/WtlgZ9Fh_go/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJJEthT2gUs/Te8r-oAsiUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/WtlgZ9Fh_go/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615755615246518594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks again &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the cry of my frustrated uterus&lt;/span&gt;. Sht. Why do girls have to go through this every month? And worst, I'm having dysmennorhea. :( (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;According to Wiki, dysmenorrhea (or dysmenorrhoea) is a gynecological medical condition of pain during menstruation that interferes with daily activities&lt;/span&gt;). IT'S KILLING ME! Ugh. Girls who endure the same situation as I do will be so upset-well, except for those who seem to be on cloud nine when their period arrives-you know what I mean right? ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8222234999474505363?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8222234999474505363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/red-flag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8222234999474505363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8222234999474505363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/red-flag.html' title='The RED Flag'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cJJEthT2gUs/Te8r-oAsiUI/AAAAAAAAAgw/WtlgZ9Fh_go/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-1685170548780541179</id><published>2011-06-07T14:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:48:29.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revamp</title><content type='html'>Yes, I’m guilty. I’m guilty of being sluggish enough not to write anything here for such a long time. I’ve been busy (summer duty IS a nightmare), don’t ask me WHY. I’m at a lost for motivation and for a time I forgot I still do have a blog. What’s up with that? Pft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT today is a new start for me and for my almost dying blog! (Uhm, I hope so?) For me not to wait anymore for a light bulb to pop in my head for ideas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eE_iudHH54E/Te3IkY1UtII/AAAAAAAAAgo/DnoXXBV_JXA/s1600/tumblr_lf1mooEPUZ1qa6svvo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eE_iudHH54E/Te3IkY1UtII/AAAAAAAAAgo/DnoXXBV_JXA/s400/tumblr_lf1mooEPUZ1qa6svvo1_400.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615364837867828354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I will go after this. Booyah!&lt;br /&gt;(just not sure if I could carry on every day. Haha)&lt;br /&gt;OH WELL, ATLEAST &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dba&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/3162390199351581808-1685170548780541179?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/1685170548780541179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/revamp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1685170548780541179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1685170548780541179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/revamp.html' title='Revamp'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eE_iudHH54E/Te3IkY1UtII/AAAAAAAAAgo/DnoXXBV_JXA/s72-c/tumblr_lf1mooEPUZ1qa6svvo1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7228935360283260017</id><published>2011-06-06T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T17:02:26.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgwGrethJvA/TeyW2QzWYaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/D6MNGtEr1ws/s1600/tumblr_llw0d1PqMU1qftwh2o1_r1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgwGrethJvA/TeyW2QzWYaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/D6MNGtEr1ws/s400/tumblr_llw0d1PqMU1qftwh2o1_r1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615028694391611810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last year in college. I hope you'll hear me out (*fingers crossed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7228935360283260017?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7228935360283260017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7228935360283260017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7228935360283260017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/06/love-letter.html' title='Love Letter'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KgwGrethJvA/TeyW2QzWYaI/AAAAAAAAAgI/D6MNGtEr1ws/s72-c/tumblr_llw0d1PqMU1qftwh2o1_r1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2048323961256109008</id><published>2011-04-27T10:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:52:19.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA7xZ_a503Y/TbeEq2CKgpI/AAAAAAAAAf8/geKOqO2uHx4/s1600/tumblr_lgfo3zux6P1qcilawo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA7xZ_a503Y/TbeEq2CKgpI/AAAAAAAAAf8/geKOqO2uHx4/s400/tumblr_lgfo3zux6P1qcilawo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600090533252465298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2048323961256109008?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2048323961256109008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2048323961256109008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2048323961256109008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zA7xZ_a503Y/TbeEq2CKgpI/AAAAAAAAAf8/geKOqO2uHx4/s72-c/tumblr_lgfo3zux6P1qcilawo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3387367764429584282</id><published>2011-01-27T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:20:22.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TUEqNcMu_aI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dXMLngVUaPM/s1600/bird_poop1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TUEqNcMu_aI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dXMLngVUaPM/s320/bird_poop1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566777024802913698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;IF I WAS A BIRD, I KNOW WHO I'D &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;S**T ON&lt;/span&gt; FIRST.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-3387367764429584282?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3387367764429584282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/01/poop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3387367764429584282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3387367764429584282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/01/poop.html' title='Poop!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TUEqNcMu_aI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dXMLngVUaPM/s72-c/bird_poop1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6421610313206976231</id><published>2011-01-26T10:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T10:50:42.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Koizora</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TT-LlkryPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RUHRd5yntrc/s1600/400px-Koizora-banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TT-LlkryPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RUHRd5yntrc/s320/400px-Koizora-banner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566321142071967042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I went to bed earlier, I thought it will just be the same ordinary night; that I’ll eventually fall asleep and wait for the sun to shine on me the next day. But I was so giddy. Strange. So I opened my laptop and just thought of watching a movie. Without thinking of any particular movie to watch, I hit on Koizora. It’s a Japanese movie with an English translation. Actually, it’s a love story. And it really made me cry, big-time. I was so drawn to it that after watching I’m still shedding my tears. OA. :D It’s also the reason why I feel like sending my boyfriend a message. Well, “messages” actually. (I send it 9 times.) I said I Love You. (*insert smiley face here :) ) I bet he’ll be wondering what’s gone into me. Haha. Perhaps twas just an aftershock love-slash-kadramahan syndrome courtesy of the movie. ^.^ Hoooowell. I think it’s now time for me to snooze-which I’ll probably have a hard time due to my swollen eyes. Eeeek! Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. &lt;br /&gt;1:29 am of December 18, 2010-the exact time and date that I wrote this post.&lt;br /&gt;I just totally forgot to put it in here! Buzz me off! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6421610313206976231?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6421610313206976231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/01/koizora.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6421610313206976231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6421610313206976231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2011/01/koizora.html' title='Koizora'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TT-LlkryPUI/AAAAAAAAAfg/RUHRd5yntrc/s72-c/400px-Koizora-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6567068652243933570</id><published>2010-12-15T14:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:14:17.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a very long time since my last post here. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A LOT&lt;/span&gt; of things happen. I don’t even know when to start, but I guess I will not put the details anymore or else I will finish this post forever (overstated). I’m sorry I ignored you. There are things which I believe needs more of my time. And I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;regret&lt;/span&gt; that. I get a hold of you for 3 years now. And I will still have you for MORE years to come. Even though I don’t get to post often, still I will try my very best. You know why? Because I have realized something which I should have thought long before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE&lt;/span&gt; who listens to me (in a way) without complaints, who lets me write without judgements, who makes me feel better after pouring out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOU ARE MY ESCAPE&lt;/span&gt;. And I hope you will not get tired of me telling you how tired I am on everything else. Thank you for understanding. Let’s face tomorrow with a smile. Let’s hope for the best. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I MISSED YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Love,&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Me &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6567068652243933570?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6567068652243933570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-blog-its-been-very-long-time-since.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6567068652243933570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6567068652243933570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/12/dear-blog-its-been-very-long-time-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4574995075458959140</id><published>2010-08-22T16:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:23:01.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSY. :C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Be back soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4574995075458959140?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4574995075458959140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4574995075458959140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4574995075458959140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/08/busy.html' title='BUSY. :C'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5924860772130903818</id><published>2010-07-11T19:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T19:41:16.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so touched. Haaaaay.</title><content type='html'>I’m txting my boyfriend. He asks if he could go to the mall to buy a mouth solution for his "singaw" or mouth sores (He can’t stand the pain any longer .He can’t even eat well. *sob.) and to duplicate the key in their apartment with his apartmates. :D So I said, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I remembered I also have to buy something really really important. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AS IN&lt;/span&gt;. But I don’t think it’s appropriate for him to buy it for me. Cause you know, it a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;girl’s thing&lt;/span&gt;. :D It’s actually the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“cry of my frustrated uterus”&lt;/span&gt; of the month. Haha. So in short, I have my period. And I NEED to buy sanitary napkins cause I have no stocks left. At first I was hesitant to ask. I even said never mind cause I don’t think he’ll do it. But he’s persistent to know what is it he could do. So I told him about it. I was SURPRISED when he said OK right away without even thinking that it could lessen his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“macho image”&lt;/span&gt;. Helloooooo? You know guys, right? eeek! But my gaaaaahd..  I really don’t mind if he’ll say no, coz I’ll super understand! But he said YES! Haaaay. He really do love me. Don’t you think? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5924860772130903818?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5924860772130903818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-so-touched-haaaaay.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5924860772130903818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5924860772130903818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-am-so-touched-haaaaay.html' title='I am so touched. Haaaaay.'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7672970250371986895</id><published>2010-07-11T14:43:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:53:59.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush.</title><content type='html'>I want to share with you some pictures we had when we were having our duty in the hospital. BUT you must know na &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ITO AY BAWAL&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha. Bringing cellphones, digi cams, or other gadgets are BAWAL. Pero dahil mababait kami ginawa pa rin namin ang bawal. LOL.  :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlpP47RHeI/AAAAAAAAAek/0N36GAcEaxU/s1600/Image(3120).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlpP47RHeI/AAAAAAAAAek/0N36GAcEaxU/s320/Image(3120).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492536942254956002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;chulaleeys&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlpRNZno1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/FQ8iSKeH1BE/s1600/Image(3116).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlpRNZno1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/FQ8iSKeH1BE/s320/Image(3116).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492536964930839378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;yayabells&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlpQUTpIuI/AAAAAAAAAes/-V0qIfiTyTI/s1600/Image(3117).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlpQUTpIuI/AAAAAAAAAes/-V0qIfiTyTI/s320/Image(3117).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492536949604950754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;taga punas ng pweeeh! pweeet!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I really do wonder why I took up nursing. Our country is flooded with nurses na nga eh! Well, perhaps I wanted to serve the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“$uffering” Humanity&lt;/span&gt;? Hahaha! Naaah. Just kidding. Delete the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;dollar &lt;/span&gt;sign. (Sure?).Hihi.  :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many names were given to us: chulaleeys, yayabells, at &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tga punas ng pweet&lt;/span&gt; to name a few. Pero whatever you say, we know that what we do is something special. We CARE. The smiles and the thank you's of our patients will never be replaced. Naaaks! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Hiding. Taking the chance. Nerve-wracking. Fun.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlrsO1cWlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3SSR5LDrD50/s1600/Image(3112).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlrsO1cWlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3SSR5LDrD50/s320/Image(3112).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492539628195699282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Pffft!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlrrgNcxsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/W4TSC70B3fk/s1600/Image(3113).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlrrgNcxsI/AAAAAAAAAe8/W4TSC70B3fk/s320/Image(3113).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492539615679923906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7672970250371986895?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7672970250371986895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/07/hush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7672970250371986895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7672970250371986895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/07/hush.html' title='Hush.'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDlpP47RHeI/AAAAAAAAAek/0N36GAcEaxU/s72-c/Image(3120).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7125343912236569057</id><published>2010-07-10T13:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:21:41.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in the eyes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDgCu60gdeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ERbF1KLaHyo/s1600/Image(3144)-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 151px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDgCu60gdeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ERbF1KLaHyo/s320/Image(3144)-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492142750665045474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Prelims just ended. And look what I’ve got? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EYE BAGS&lt;/span&gt;. Yeeeaah. (But it’s not that bad. Right?) Could somebody console me? Hrrrrr. :(&lt;br /&gt;We still have the Midterms, Pre Fi and the Finals. More to go! Ha. Ha. Ha. Haaay.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7125343912236569057?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7125343912236569057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7125343912236569057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7125343912236569057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-eyes.html' title='in the eyes...'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TDgCu60gdeI/AAAAAAAAAeE/ERbF1KLaHyo/s72-c/Image(3144)-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5362217208180154557</id><published>2010-06-29T16:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:47:54.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TCm2p3MF3LI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Rf27cIwz8hQ/s1600/57131happy_birthday_new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TCm2p3MF3LI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Rf27cIwz8hQ/s320/57131happy_birthday_new.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488118451233217714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is intended only for my very gwapo and cute boypren. Hahaha. And the dog in the picture is my symbol of "pang asar" to him. Hahaha. Hindi niyo siguro ma gets kasi kami lng ang nagkakaintindihan (whew!haba! :D) dito. Though he's really dying to buy a new dog. Well, again. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BF! I know you're super duper to the highest level happy--with ME. Hahaha. ILYSM! *Smoooches!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5362217208180154557?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5362217208180154557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-post-is-intended-only-for-my-very.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5362217208180154557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5362217208180154557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-post-is-intended-only-for-my-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TCm2p3MF3LI/AAAAAAAAAd8/Rf27cIwz8hQ/s72-c/57131happy_birthday_new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4435167676741443030</id><published>2010-06-29T16:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T16:55:46.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twisty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TCm0C_hZATI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DJDJKzybqh0/s1600/zz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TCm0C_hZATI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DJDJKzybqh0/s400/zz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488115584431882546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was insensibly surfing the net when I stumble upon this attention-grabbing image-slash-quote or whatever you may call it (Haha). It’s really fascinating and *cute! Gosh! It made my draining daylight hours! Actually, it’s the last day of our duty in the hospital—but only for the 1st rotation. Next week, we’ll be in our CHN in the community. 'Nuff of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the image. Well, it did put a smile on my face. Parang joke. Haha.  Marami pang pa-ligoy2x isa lang nman ang gustong sabihin. We are all caught red handed to this. We do not tell directly what we truly want to say. My gaaahd. Why are we so twisty sometimes? Wala lng nman. It just made me wonder. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4435167676741443030?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4435167676741443030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-insensibly-surfing-net-when-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4435167676741443030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4435167676741443030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-insensibly-surfing-net-when-i.html' title='Twisty'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/TCm0C_hZATI/AAAAAAAAAd0/DJDJKzybqh0/s72-c/zz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4000743616144716996</id><published>2010-06-26T09:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:38:56.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;My Top 5 "LIKES" of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;I am completely amazed how people think these days. LOL. :))&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Become a Fan" is old, I want to "Become an Air Conditioner".&lt;br /&gt;2. "HEY, WHO STOLE MY...nevermind i found it." &lt;br /&gt;3. "OHH FUCK ITS A SPIDER!" "Dude calm down its just a spi....OH SHIT THAT BITCH IS HUGE!" *Kills it with remote*."&lt;br /&gt;4. "Okay, I will get out of the bed in 10 seconds. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-9-9-9.."&lt;br /&gt;5. "B.S'ing homework two minutes before class and getting full credit."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4000743616144716996?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4000743616144716996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-top-5-likes-of-day-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4000743616144716996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4000743616144716996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-top-5-likes-of-day-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-9143931546616331219</id><published>2010-06-25T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:55:04.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What will happen to me for the next 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;(according to FB. LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allysia will encounter this for the next 24 hours:&lt;br /&gt;"She will be burried alive and survive for a few hours underground, then spiders will invade her body and kill her from the inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. I doubt if this will happen. Scary though. Jeeeez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-9143931546616331219?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/9143931546616331219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-will-happen-to-me-for-next-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/9143931546616331219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/9143931546616331219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-will-happen-to-me-for-next-24.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6562760800209634350</id><published>2010-06-25T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T21:43:23.715+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so disappointed in some things I can't tell..coz I can't share it to you. Secret na lang. Hahahaha. I managed to laugh. A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAKE &lt;/span&gt;laugh, OK? How can I be so fake. Wheew! Forget it! I just have to prepare myself for tomorrow. Coz I know tom..will be a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sleeping marathon day&lt;/span&gt;! Hahahaha. (fake.fake.fake) :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6562760800209634350?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6562760800209634350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-so-disappointed-in-some-things-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6562760800209634350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6562760800209634350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-am-so-disappointed-in-some-things-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2306840039608139346</id><published>2010-06-25T18:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:16:52.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Shudipuutiks!&lt;br /&gt;I SO HATE THIS DAY!&lt;br /&gt;CRAP! CRAP! CRAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here in school at 7pm, suppose to be I should be home right now. It's raining. My cellphone's bat is EMPTY and HE DON'T UNDERSTAND! Yeah, I think so.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream, throw my phone (w/c I already did)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; wala PULOS! &lt;/span&gt; uurghh! WHY? WHY? WHY? I could kill someone right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that I have a gun, you may run or hide."-status of the day. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2306840039608139346?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2306840039608139346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/shudipuutiks-i-so-hate-this-day-crap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2306840039608139346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2306840039608139346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/06/shudipuutiks-i-so-hate-this-day-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6221686615917898005</id><published>2010-05-01T17:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T18:07:27.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FLASH NEWS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allysia &lt;/span&gt;seems so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her previous posts, you can tell how&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;frustrated&lt;/span&gt; she was! But now... Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;Can you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crack &lt;/span&gt;it up? What's the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; real deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Well. Well.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I'm talking to myself again. weirdooo. :/ &lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;But anyways,&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'coz&lt;br /&gt;HE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STAYED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;HE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ME--&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flaws and all.&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE'RE TOTALLY BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love. love. love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*I just hope I don't mess up again.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my fingers crossed! Hrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/3162390199351581808-6221686615917898005?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6221686615917898005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/05/flash-news-allysia-seems-so-happy-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6221686615917898005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6221686615917898005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/05/flash-news-allysia-seems-so-happy-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7611028329704585017</id><published>2010-04-23T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T15:05:51.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will Always Be Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You may  not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love  again. But if she &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;what else matters&lt;/span&gt;? She's &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; perfect -  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you aren't either&lt;/span&gt;, and the two of you may never be perfect together but  if she can make you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;laugh,&lt;/span&gt; cause you to think twice, and admit to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;being  human&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;making mistakes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;hold onto her &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; give her the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; you  can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she  will give you a part of her that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;she knows you can break &lt;/span&gt;- her &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. So  don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; expect more  than she can give&lt;/span&gt;. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she  makes you mad, &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss her when she's not there&lt;/span&gt;." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Bob Marley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this from &lt;a href="http://lurinaaa.blogspot.com/"&gt;/ / P e n s i e v e&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;wonder why everything that is sad,&lt;br /&gt;feels so relevant. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/3162390199351581808-7611028329704585017?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7611028329704585017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-always-be-loved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7611028329704585017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7611028329704585017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/04/will-always-be-loved.html' title='Will Always Be Loved'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4673273057495661609</id><published>2010-04-23T19:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T19:47:35.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shout out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All that I'm after is a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; LIFE &lt;/span&gt;full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As long as I'm laughing with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I think all that still matters is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ever after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the life &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;we've been through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cause&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; I KNOW&lt;/span&gt; there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NO LIFE AFTER YOU&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4673273057495661609?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4673273057495661609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/04/shout-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4673273057495661609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4673273057495661609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/04/shout-out.html' title='shout out'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7112242966896880324</id><published>2010-04-19T10:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:30:25.927+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Will I ever &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or he just have to accept &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who I am&lt;/span&gt;, flaws and all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know my faults. I admit that. Whether he believes it or not it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not always i&lt;/span&gt;ntentional. It's just me being so&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;careless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;nd tends to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;forget&lt;/span&gt; a lot of things. I don't know how I will be able to explain that to him using the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;most appropriate words&lt;/span&gt; as possible without sounding like I blame it all to him (that's what he thinks, actually). Let's just say I have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;terrible disease&lt;/span&gt; which may hurt you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over and over again &lt;/span&gt;without I knowing  it. I'm trying my best to overcome it, I really do! But I just always stumble, making a fool of myself over and over again. I'm just so stupid and probably the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;most dense person ever&lt;/span&gt;! I hate myself for that. Despite of me being all that, will you still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt;? or will you&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever since my last post here.&lt;br /&gt;I really do have a lot of things to blog about&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not just in the mood&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, I think&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;next time! Ciao! d--b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7112242966896880324?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7112242966896880324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7112242966896880324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7112242966896880324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/04/cool-off.html' title='Cool Off'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-6576258707623824664</id><published>2010-01-25T16:03:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T17:37:25.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wut?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What will you do when you are facing/choosing between two choices?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;SIMPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"toss a coin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it works not because it settles the question for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but when the coin is in the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you suddenly know what you are hoping for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-6576258707623824664?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/6576258707623824664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/01/wut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6576258707623824664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/6576258707623824664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2010/01/wut.html' title='wut?'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4735801247998084676</id><published>2009-12-16T18:30:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:00:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLANK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;There were absolutely so many things that cropped up to me lately. A lot of ideas of &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what to blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;brain waived&lt;/span&gt;---but the moment I would start typing a new post... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/span&gt; I just went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BLANK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Seems like everything were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blown away&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;How rude was that?&lt;/span&gt; Urgh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Crap!&lt;/span&gt; I'm just killing my time (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giving it an unlawful death&lt;/span&gt;) blatantly looking at the monitor, realizing that it was still a blank sheet (I mean, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;blank post&lt;/span&gt;). In spite of everything, there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt; in it. Oh well. Maybe I'm not just getting the vibes to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;type-slash-twaddle &lt;/span&gt;anything. Except for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hear it straight from me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;"I suppose I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;nothing to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;because I don't sense that I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;something to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;, but then I thought what about I'll &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; on the subject of not having &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;anything to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at all? Perhaps, that's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;good idea&lt;/span&gt;. So, that's what my&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;blog&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;all about &lt;/span&gt;just now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/3162390199351581808-4735801247998084676?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4735801247998084676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4735801247998084676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4735801247998084676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/12/blank.html' title='BLANK'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7294107164802980833</id><published>2009-11-28T12:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:41:42.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read between the lines :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SxCopGKAvqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RzzLvbCATN8/s1600/cookie-bite-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 129px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SxCopGKAvqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RzzLvbCATN8/s320/cookie-bite-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409008576452673186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no matter how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;bitter&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; gets...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;one bite of a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;sweet cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;changes everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7294107164802980833?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7294107164802980833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-between-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7294107164802980833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7294107164802980833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/11/read-between-lines.html' title='read between the lines :)'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SxCopGKAvqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/RzzLvbCATN8/s72-c/cookie-bite-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5766992544283688965</id><published>2009-11-20T12:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T12:34:16.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I feel so wretched. It's as if I'm the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;most pathetic person&lt;/span&gt; in the world. How could I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;always&lt;/span&gt; hurt the person I value the most? I know that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; he's hurting too much&lt;/span&gt;. I make mistakes and I'm taking note of it, but the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rude thing&lt;/span&gt; is I'm just doing it&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; again and again&lt;/span&gt;. :( It's just that... urrgh! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/span&gt; Even I don't know the exact reason. I am so sober as hell! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm SORRY&lt;/span&gt;. I know sometimes he's sick and tired of it already. But I'm pretty sure that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;he'll understand&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;he loves me&lt;/span&gt;. But knowing that he loves me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;doesn't mean that everything I did was okay,&lt;/span&gt; right? (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope being able to say this makes him proud of me.&lt;/span&gt;) That's why I'm saying sorry. After all those things, I realized in the end it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; that matters to me most. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already deleted the post you&lt;br /&gt;wanted me to delete. See? It's not&lt;br /&gt;here already. ilysm. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5766992544283688965?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5766992544283688965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5766992544283688965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5766992544283688965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know.html' title='I Don&apos;t Know'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5007460945761256679</id><published>2009-11-08T10:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:40:12.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How could I ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..make the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; same mistake&lt;/span&gt; again!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I dunno what's gone into me? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sheeeeet! &lt;/span&gt;Here I go over and over again. It seems like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;. Huhu. But swear to God I didn't intend to do it for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nth time&lt;/span&gt; around. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shitty damn stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5007460945761256679?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5007460945761256679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-could-i-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5007460945761256679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5007460945761256679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-could-i-ever.html' title='How could I ever...'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-1050880453405054610</id><published>2009-09-26T15:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T15:31:28.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saccharine Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Classic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lines from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*Im a Bee. Can you be my honey?&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*Charger ka ba? I need you fill the EMPTINESS in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*May kandila ka ba diyan? Patirik naman dito sa dibdib ko..&lt;br /&gt;Para sa puso kong patay na patay sayo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Corny&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sugary&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Syrupy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Sobrang Cheessy&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;His lines always work for me. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-1050880453405054610?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/1050880453405054610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/09/saccharine-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1050880453405054610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1050880453405054610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/09/saccharine-love.html' title='Saccharine Love'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-755283126117714113</id><published>2009-08-31T13:43:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:04:19.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweetness :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can say that these past few months have been the hardest for both of us. We were constantly fighting. We even had to cool down for a while. Hmmm. For about &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;2 weeks&lt;/span&gt; I guess. But everyday I was constantly hoping that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;things will get better&lt;/span&gt;. Well. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it will&lt;/span&gt;. We just had to settle our differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;One afternoon we decided to talk. But during that time, it was still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;NOT OK&lt;/span&gt;. We just took the weight off our feet at one table at a corner&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; blatantly looking nowhere&lt;/span&gt;. As if &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;no one wanted to speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;first&lt;/span&gt;. I looked at him. It was so damn painful because&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I missed him so much&lt;/span&gt;! Our conversation was not that good. I explained my self but I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;he hadn't understood a thing&lt;/span&gt;. He's so hurt. I brought so much pain to him. I was also hurt with all the things he said-though I knew it's all out of&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;anger&lt;/span&gt;. And I can't blame him for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;As tension got in our way, we started &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt; at each other. It's&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; pointless&lt;/span&gt;. We can't talk like that.  Out of the blue,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;embraced us. No one's talking. And the worst part is we ended up &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;resolving nothing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We decided to just go home and rest. We went on &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;separate ways&lt;/span&gt;. My heart was breaking. I didn't know what to do at that time. I was already in the jeepney when I received an &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;unexpected text&lt;/span&gt; from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;It was a plain text saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Pwede ta ka madul-ong?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was thrilled. I hurriedly went back. Then&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I saw him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, almost catching his breath. Without any word, we rode in the jeepney together. It was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;. We were not looking or even saying a single word to each other. We just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;sat there close at each other's side&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Then something happened that almost made me cry.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;HE HELD MY HAND&lt;/span&gt;. I was very touched he didn't knew I was barely holding my tears back. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;(We were still not talking at that point.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;I looked at him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He smiled his perferct smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I held his hand tighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;He hugged me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;I hugged him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;no need for words&lt;/span&gt;. Even in silence-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; can be heard. :) I'm happy that things between us are ok now. We wanted to spend more time with each other so we end up eating and chatting at McDonald's at the Atrium until 7 pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh well. That wasn't an ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There's no ordinary day when I'm with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; :))&lt;/span&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/3162390199351581808-755283126117714113?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/755283126117714113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-things.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/755283126117714113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/755283126117714113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-things.html' title='Sweetness :)'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2100234595268365082</id><published>2009-07-30T11:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:05:49.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Into Places</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;"Things just happen. Things that you may never understand. But you just have to believe that it's for the best. Even if it doesn't always seem that way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything is fine now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2100234595268365082?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2100234595268365082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/07/falling-into-places.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2100234595268365082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2100234595268365082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/07/falling-into-places.html' title='Falling Into Places'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5954094031475235038</id><published>2009-07-11T20:05:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:28:24.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More CRAP here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;The SHITS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;1. My LOLO died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I went home last week to attend the burial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I can't deem with the fact that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;he's gone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I know he's happy--he's now with Lola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;They are now&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153)"&gt;together forever in paradise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;2. My BROTHER got admitted in the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;the day after the burial.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He's the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:130%;" &gt;weakest link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; in the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He's asthmatic and now he's got a low pottasium content&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;which can lead to a &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;cardiac arrest&lt;/span&gt; if not remedied immediately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;(huwat?!&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;he's only 13!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He will be forever medicated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Oh HELL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;3. The PRELIMS just ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thanked God it's over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Literature is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:180%;" &gt;devastating!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subject is fine, the exam is not!&lt;br /&gt;It's as if we need to memorize every word in our book!&lt;br /&gt;Simply because our prof is the AUTHOR?!&lt;br /&gt;(Crap! it's not even a major subject!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;4. I'm sick. I'm stressed. I'm not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;a hundred percent!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;(*-*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;5. WE are not in good terms right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm so careless--knowing that he's &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;VERY SENSITIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I keep on repeating my mistakes! It's all my fault!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;All I give him is pain and misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I'm suppose to make him happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;STUPID me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;6. I found out that I've got myself a NEW POSER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;DAMN! Are you that &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;ugly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;hat you have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to take my pictures, copy my stuffs and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pretend to be me?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;PRETTY LAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;"Whenever you look in the mirror..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Is it ME that you see?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0); TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/89912710"&gt;The POSER&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://profiles.friendster.com/89912710"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;7.I'm shitty scared of what's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;happening! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;It's not a lucky 7 after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;CAN&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;GET ANY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&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/3162390199351581808-5954094031475235038?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5954094031475235038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/07/shits-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5954094031475235038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5954094031475235038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/07/shits-1.html' title='More CRAP here!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8269858819999561638</id><published>2009-06-06T14:00:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:08:29.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-to-the-Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me start this post with a text message quip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"Taking a nursing course is like strolling in a park..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jurassic Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *Toinks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Am I suppose to laugh? Haha. I see in your mind's eye the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; look on your faces&lt;/span&gt;. You don't even have to &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;let the cat out of the bag.&lt;/span&gt; (For those with the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BIG "?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on their heads, this simply means you don't even have to tell it.) Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Anyways, I already enrolled myself for this school year (1st semester). I'm on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;2nd year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in college! Can you imagine how time just seems to whoosh by? With all the comings and goings, I'm just in high spirits that my 1st year in college was&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;over and done.&lt;/span&gt; So far so good. But as my level increases, I know I'll be expecting &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;more bumps on the road&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;more struggles&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;more on everything&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And GUESS what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I HATE MY SCHED&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hrrrrrrr&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;WHY?! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Health Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; w/c will be one of my major subjects this sem is from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;2pm-8pm&lt;/span&gt;! Urgh! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;6 HOURS?! 8 PM?!&lt;/span&gt; Oh crap! And i have classes almost everyday w/c will end like 7 or 8pm! How's that!Errrr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Who wants to exchange their&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;last names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; w/ me?! Grrrrr. (the schedule is based on our section w/c is alphabetical!) Huhu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Now. where's the f***** DINOSAURS&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;GAME ON!&lt;/strong&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/3162390199351581808-8269858819999561638?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8269858819999561638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-to-minute.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8269858819999561638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8269858819999561638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/06/up-to-minute.html' title='Up-to-the-Minute'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8643984754933724755</id><published>2009-05-09T10:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:14:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laugh To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Uhh. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Life's really unpredictable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; There were so many things that happened to me this past few weeks. I just don't feel writing about it. Haha. Seems like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-size:130%;" &gt; brain's too occupied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;zoology &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;statistics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hrrr. Our summer class will be over s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oon&lt;/span&gt;--just&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,255,255);font-size:180%;" &gt; 1 week&lt;/span&gt; to go. I thought my summer would be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;--BUT surprisingly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wasn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bored at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Haha. I had so much fun esp. w/ MSL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ound.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;:) I'll surely miss our laugh trips and &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;FLASH NEWS: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;Si Gideon ay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;B _ K _ A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);" &gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(fill in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the missing letters) Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;peace giddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ^______^ Hope Katel wouldn't read this. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking of&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;laugh trips&lt;/span&gt;, here's some pics you could laugh about&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;---&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;to death&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;Uhh. &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:180%;" &gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Tell me what you thi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nk. OK? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*Smoochies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SgT7gc4NRRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZvnfrOE43hc/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333664393639838994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SgT7gc4NRRI/AAAAAAAAAbk/ZvnfrOE43hc/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SgT6Vkb0Q_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/0yhaIRtGIEc/s1600-h/waitpaint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333663107178054642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SgT6Vkb0Q_I/AAAAAAAAAbU/0yhaIRtGIEc/s320/waitpaint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SgT51Q-8P7I/AAAAAAAAAa8/0ad4zrXrbYw/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333662552200855474" style="DISPLAY: block; 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color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Written By a Guy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys. But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even intruducing us, yeah,&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;it pisses us off&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for 10 minutes w/o even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We don't care if a guy calls or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;TEXTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; you, but at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;2 in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; we do get a little concerned. Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/beautiful/gorgeous/cute/stunning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;we freaking mean it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Don't tell us we're wrong. We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;confidence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take advantage of the mood we're in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; Don't feel bad. We enjoy doing it. It's expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;"thank you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.  If you kiss us when you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;somebody's looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;we'll be more impressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If we're going out with you in the 1st place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;you don't have to feel the need to wear the shortest skirt you have or put own every kind of make up you own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We like you for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;what you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Honestly, we think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's or our shirt and boxers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;not all dolled up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;. See the beauty in it. Don't get angry easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;bible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Don't talk about how hot Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney in front of us." It's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; and you have friends for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome/beautiful"?. We'd be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted us w/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Hey Handsome!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;instead of  "Hey baby/stud/cutie/sexy" or whatever else you can think of. On the other hand, we're not saying we don't like it either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;GIRLS&lt;/span&gt;, we cannot stress this enough:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;If you aren't treated right by a guy, don't wait for him to change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;DITCH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;his sorry&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ASS&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;he's a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:180%;" &gt;disgrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Someone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes...and say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;"i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...and actually mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Every guy who isn't a jerk will agree w/ this and we hope that girls will read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*Holding Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Girls:&lt;/span&gt; If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys:&lt;/span&gt; Grab it if it happens a couple of times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*Cuddling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Girls:&lt;/span&gt; If you want to cuddle w/ him, tell him you're cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys:&lt;/span&gt; Automatically, move closer to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;*Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Girls: &lt;/span&gt;During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys:&lt;/span&gt; Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;*Loving each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys: &lt;/span&gt;When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her too...and MEAN it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Girls:&lt;/span&gt; When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Guys:&lt;/span&gt; Whisper in her ear and link your hands w/ hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;PHRASE for the DAY&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Men&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;pigs&lt;/span&gt;---by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dr. Gregory House&lt;/span&gt;, I agree with him,&lt;br /&gt;well atleast this is true for&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;GUYS, agree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;GIRLS, wattya think? Hmmm. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5129207619140185675?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5129207619140185675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/04/guy-confessions.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5129207619140185675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5129207619140185675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/04/guy-confessions.html' title='GUY Confessions'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4122671412003793179</id><published>2009-04-09T15:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T17:11:11.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Your NAME Into a FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;BOREDOM!&lt;/span&gt; It really kills me. As so you know boredom is&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"a condition characterized by perception of one's environment as dull, tedious, and lacking in stimulation. In terms of its central psychological processes, it is an unpleasant, transient, affective state in which the individual feels a pervasive lack of interest in and difficulty concentrating on the current activity".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;*whew---nose bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have obviously nothing to do so I visited my online buddies in the web. I really enjoy reading their blogs and I do share with them my thoughts on just about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;. It's nice to know that I am able to build friendships online and I'm just happy to know that I have my online friends with me---even if I don't actually know them but what's important is all of us are having so much fun.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; It's all that matters. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Because of the so-called BOREDOM,&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;I TURNED MY NAME INTO A FACE !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;(as advised by an online friend :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HERE's THE RESULT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/Sd2pUdyVbgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/46aKC-vBFfc/s1600-h/xx.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 202px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/Sd2pUdyVbgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/46aKC-vBFfc/s400/xx.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322596503680019970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://turnyournameintoaface.com/"&gt;link. link. link.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;WHOAH! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; Does it look like ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;FUNNY.WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I know what you're thinking. Hrrrr. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;TRY IT! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-4122671412003793179?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4122671412003793179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-your-name-into-face.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4122671412003793179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4122671412003793179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/04/turn-your-name-into-face.html' title='Turn Your NAME Into a FACE'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/Sd2pUdyVbgI/AAAAAAAAAYM/46aKC-vBFfc/s72-c/xx.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3916037574432210828</id><published>2009-03-26T19:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:06:00.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT THIS BOOK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Scenario:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was strolling at the mall one time. I'm actually with my Dad---but I don't really hanker after leisurely walking with him because he's not just so into girly things like spending hours looking for a cute tee, going in and out of the fitting rooms, finding a new headband-slash-pussycat-slash-hair crown (or whatever you call it!) to add to my collection and so on. Thus, I separated with him to spend some quality time for myself. *giggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the midst of my window shopping when I remembered that I have to buy some decorations for my scrapbook. So, I went to the National Bookstore. As usual, I wouldn't go out the store without reading some of the books available there. One book really caught my eye! It's super nice and it looks so interesting---and I really find the cover cute! I was able to read some of its contents. Subsequently, my phone rang! It was my Dad calling me---he told me to meet him right away for some important reasons! So in a panic mode I hurriedly followed him. The sad part is I wasn't able to buy that book! Huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just last week, I helped MSL to find a birthday gift for his younger bro Tim2x. I suggested a book so that Tim2x could spend his summer reading. A double purpose for me because I really really want to hit upon that book again---MSL also looked for it. But we're just so unlucky, we haven't found it. Huhu. MSL bought me another book instead-- Stainless Longganisa by Bong Ong. Thanks Muchie yummy bear. (corny. Hihi.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's some info about the book:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SctvgEnyK8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/I2Mesmp19FI/s1600-h/frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317466381828107202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SctvgEnyK8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/I2Mesmp19FI/s320/frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Title: &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204);" &gt;The Boyfriend List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Author:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;E. Lockhart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Overview:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;(I searched the net for this one.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Ruby Oliver is 15 and has a shrink. She knows it's unusual, but give her a break---she's had a rough 10 days. In the past 10 days she:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;lost her boyfriend (#13 on the list).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;lost her best friend (Kim),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;lost all her other friends (Nora, Cricket),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;did something suspicious with a boy (#10),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;did something advanced with a boy (#15),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;had an argument with a boy (#14),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;drank her 1st beer (someone handed it on her),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;got caught by her mom (aghh!),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;had a panic attack (scary),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;lost a lacrosse game (she's the goalie),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;failed a math test (she'll make it up),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;hurt Meghan's feelings (even though they aren't really friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;became a social outcast (no one to sit with at lunch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;and had graffiti written about her in the girls' bathroom (who knows what she was in the boys'?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;But don't worry---Ruby lives to tell the tale. And make more list. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hrrrr. I vowed my self to look for this book---no matter what!&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/3162390199351581808-3916037574432210828?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3916037574432210828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-this-book.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3916037574432210828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3916037574432210828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-want-this-book.html' title='I WANT THIS BOOK!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SctvgEnyK8I/AAAAAAAAAW8/I2Mesmp19FI/s72-c/frog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7073075262240288315</id><published>2009-03-20T15:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:08:48.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeny Weeny</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;AT LAST! &lt;/span&gt;Sorry to keep you waiting for my spanking new post. Actually, my friends kept bugging me and even my co-bloggers here to update my blog. But despite the fact that I really want to, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I can't&lt;/span&gt;. I had to make the most of my time in school. I absolutely know my priorities. Our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Finals&lt;/span&gt; for the 2nd sem is now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;over and done&lt;/span&gt;. Thanked God. But the process I went through for the exam was...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;unexplainable?&lt;/span&gt; I can't settle on the exact word to describe it. Hrrrrr. I am a person who is so into &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;CRAMMING&lt;/span&gt;. Yes. I know it's better to study in advance---but I think being &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" &gt;idle&lt;/span&gt; especially weeks before my examination is in my system already. I'm like a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt; set to operate &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;2 days, a day, a night or even hours&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;before the exams! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IMAGINE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Haha. However, I am extremely &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;used to it&lt;/span&gt;. I'm relatively quick-witted so I know I can come to grips with it w/o a fuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And hey,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I GOT 3 EXEMPTIONS.&lt;/span&gt; I'm not in fact expecting it. Last sem I was also exempted but with only 2 subjects.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Now, my count is in 3&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just very thankful and blessed, of course. You know it's really nice to think that somehow your &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;hard work&lt;/span&gt; (and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;leepless nights!&lt;/span&gt;) had paid off. I'm not bragging it to all of you, i just want to share my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;teeny weeny&lt;/span&gt; accomplishment. By some means, it made me feel proud of my self and knowing that my parents were also proud of me makes me want to sing the nursery song...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;'I'm alive, alert, awake, enthu-sias-tic!' &lt;/span&gt;Haha. Is that right? Hmmm. (ano'ng connect???) [--,]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh well. Time seems to just whizz by, don't you think? &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;Summer Class&lt;/span&gt; is just around the corner. And in just a few months, I will be taking another step on to my 2nd year in college.  Just be with me on my journey. Ok? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Put up the shutters&lt;/span&gt;. *wink. ^____^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7073075262240288315?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7073075262240288315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/03/teeny-weeny.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7073075262240288315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7073075262240288315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/03/teeny-weeny.html' title='Teeny Weeny'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2071643956756553621</id><published>2009-02-28T18:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T19:42:28.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Allysia ;[</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SakeX8sVIdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LEpIM4GYcb8/s1600-h/aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SakeX8sVIdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LEpIM4GYcb8/s400/aaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307807032610726354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Ok.  Ok.  Ok. It's been quite a while since my last post here.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; I have my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;good raison d'etre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;---it's so &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;forgivable&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. The last two weeks have been so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;tiring/exhausting/strenuous/arduous/wearing/laborious &lt;/span&gt;(super many adjectives to choose from!) for me. It's like 2 weeks full of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;--the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;drama&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;hustle and bustle&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sentiments&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;cravings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;crammings&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;gushy stuffs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ups and downs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;oops moments&lt;/span&gt; and my list goes on... arrgh! I've been so busy I almost forgot my brother's birthday! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh my&lt;/span&gt;---&gt;thanked God my mom reminded me. If not I guess I'll still be &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;bending on my knees&lt;/span&gt; asking him to forgive me. He's sooo matampuhin. Well, I can't really blame him---his older sis is much more matampuhin than he is. Hihi. MSL even labeled me as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;'sunggodera'&lt;/span&gt; for that same reason. For those who don't understand hiligaynon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sunggodera is the same as matampuhin&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Toinks. ^______^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;What made me so occupied? Hmmmmm. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;95%&lt;/span&gt; of the reason is related to school! I bet you already get the picture. My brain is still coping from the previous pre-final exams. We also  had our NSTP outreach program  in Oton and just this morning in Sta.  Barbara.  Haaayy. I guess I will not be telling you the details of my other activities. I just don't have the oomph to type right now. Haha.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Sluggishness syndrome&lt;/span&gt; is striking me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Anyways, I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; again. Well. Because my Dad is not around. He went to Negros--he needs to work on something there. And because of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; that I have I went to Punta Villa with my friends for a swim. I went home late and Dad found out about it. Now. that explains the picture above. When he gets back here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;IM DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2071643956756553621?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2071643956756553621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/02/poor-allysia.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2071643956756553621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2071643956756553621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/02/poor-allysia.html' title='Poor Allysia ;['/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SakeX8sVIdI/AAAAAAAAAWs/LEpIM4GYcb8/s72-c/aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2057065808497308532</id><published>2009-02-07T09:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:37:43.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Message From a Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;already. And I'm not bowled over to see and hear almost everyone having a chinwag about their so-called-love life. Whether you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Single, In a Relationship, Married or in a It's Complicated&lt;/span&gt; kind of thing you're not off the hook about this love fever. Hmmm. Last week I asked MSL if he could write something in my blog. Without any shilly-shallying, he agreed. I guess it's time for me to get a dose of romance. oh-em-gee. Here's what he wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'm So Blessed&lt;br /&gt;(a message from a lover)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In my life right now, I feel so happy, so inspired, so elevated, satisfied, so contented. I have joy in my heart. I always &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;wear a smile&lt;/span&gt; in my face. I feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;at peace&lt;/span&gt;. I feel &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;so in love&lt;/span&gt;. I feel so &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;BLESSED&lt;/span&gt;. You know why? I got &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  She's mine now. She owns me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;We've got each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Maybe you already know this girl I'm talking about but this time it's my turn to introduce her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is how a lover sees the girl he loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Allysia Mae G. Lopez, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;soon to be&lt;/span&gt; Allysia Mae L. Herida is a beautiful, sexy, hot, stunning, cunning, adorable and witty young lady. She has a very kind heart. She's so sensitive but chooses to be quiet whenever she's hurt. This girl knows how to sacrifice. She puts other's safety first instead of hers. She's also a God-fearing woman. She considers her loved ones feelings before she makes any decisions. She has all the quality an ideal girl should have. For me, she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;perfectly perfect&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I love her for being &lt;/span&gt;true to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love her &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;for simply being herself.&lt;/span&gt; These are just &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;SOME of the adjectives&lt;/span&gt; that suits and best describes her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I won't let this go. I won't let her go. We will stay forever. No one can ever break us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Loving her is as easy as breathing but leaving her is as painful as dying"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I'll stop breathing if I don't see her anymore. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I love her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;with all I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;with everything I am&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;*Haay. What can I say? You know the song of Rico Blanco...Your Universe? I think it's lyrics could shout my heart out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;---I don't think that you even realize the joy you make me feel when I'm inside..your universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;You hold me like I'm the one who's precious. I hate to break it to you but it's just the other way around. You can  thank your stars all you want but..&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I'll always be the lucky one. &lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-2057065808497308532?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2057065808497308532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/02/message-from-lover.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2057065808497308532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2057065808497308532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/02/message-from-lover.html' title='A Message From a Lover'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3710353536872558302</id><published>2009-02-03T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T13:07:41.434+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unread Messages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SYghO2jw11I/AAAAAAAAAWE/J6sl2jYShQc/s1600-h/Image%28404%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SYghO2jw11I/AAAAAAAAAWE/J6sl2jYShQc/s320/Image%28404%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298521500648789842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I've been so hooked to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;--every time I open my 2 accounts I get loads of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friend requests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; plus messages (I have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;2998+&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;friends and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;never-endingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; increases in number).  Am  I that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;affable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;--or let's say&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;? Haha. Then there's my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;multiply site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; which I keep updated with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;up-to-the-minute pictures&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;"blah-blahs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;. And needless to say, my &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;--it's pretty obvious. I super enjoy &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;blog hopping&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:78%;" &gt;exchanging links &lt;/span&gt;with my fellow bloggers. It's nice to know that there are people who share the same interest as I do--and I get to learn from them as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;    Hmmm. I think there's something I have to do in half a shake--or an account I have to open maybe. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;*thinking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;*loading.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*busy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;REFRESH!&lt;/span&gt; Aha! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;My MAILS!&lt;/span&gt; My gawd. It's been so long sinced I opened it! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Urgh.&lt;/span&gt; I completely &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;lost track &lt;/span&gt;about it. I'm such a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;scatter brained&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;a total blank. &lt;/span&gt;Oh my--I hurriedly signed in to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;yahoo mail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I can't believe what my eyes saw---&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;1582&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;unread messages&lt;/span&gt;! It's a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;bolt from the blue&lt;/span&gt;--a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;shocker&lt;/span&gt;. How am I suppose to read all those messages? I dunno. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Huhu&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe I'll just have to delete those that are not-so-important. Haiz. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"allysia..allysia..allysia. Now you know your lesson. If you don't want to get stuck up and exert extra effort and TIME to read-slash-delete your messages, open it regularly."&lt;/span&gt; OK. Now, I'll take a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;deep breath&lt;/span&gt; and I have some &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;reading &lt;/span&gt;to do. Whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-3710353536872558302?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3710353536872558302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/02/unread-messages.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3710353536872558302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3710353536872558302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/02/unread-messages.html' title='Unread Messages'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SYghO2jw11I/AAAAAAAAAWE/J6sl2jYShQc/s72-c/Image%28404%29-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8302616484673635474</id><published>2009-01-24T09:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:45:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What On Earth Am I Here For?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpu9SGFOAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sb3ofDyqenE/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpu9SGFOAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sb3ofDyqenE/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294666311035860994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Life is not all there is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Life on Earth is just the&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;dress rehearsal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; before the real production. Earth is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;staging area&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;preschool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;try out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; for our life in eternity. It is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;practice workout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; before the actual game; the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;warm up lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; before the race begins. This life is just the preparation for the next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;WHY AM I HERE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I reall dunno---but i believe that I have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; to fulfill. This purpose may not be easy to realize and recognize at first but if I'll dedicate my life to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; for sure I will be guided and eventually I will be able to know what that purpose is. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and 1 thing is certain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Life is just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; temporary assignment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;---comparable to a mist, a breath, a wisp of smoke. So I'd say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I am here on earth for just a little time and I'm gonna do my best to make it worthwhile. =)&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/3162390199351581808-8302616484673635474?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8302616484673635474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-on-earth-am-i-here-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8302616484673635474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8302616484673635474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-on-earth-am-i-here-for.html' title='What On Earth Am I Here For?'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpu9SGFOAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Sb3ofDyqenE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8417664620354467323</id><published>2009-01-24T07:49:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:07:09.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jan+uary=JANUARY =)</title><content type='html'>January is definitely my month----&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;no doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me share to you what put me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;so high&lt;/span&gt; this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TREE HOUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcRKtDt-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lUp7JxIWSgA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcRKtDt-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lUp7JxIWSgA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645761928312802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQhhpb5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/khDBU7_AM0o/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQhhpb5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/khDBU7_AM0o/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645750874599314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQui_NcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/drpNQUbHdUY/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQui_NcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/drpNQUbHdUY/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645754369881538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We over and over again see this tree house in school---not so far from the Johnson's building where we're having our RE class. So, one time me and tin decided to see what's in it. It was nice--&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you'll looove nature&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; PUG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQsCVhzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2qPCyGdo2VQ/s1600-h/Image%28338%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQsCVhzI/AAAAAAAAAU0/2qPCyGdo2VQ/s320/Image%28338%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645753696061234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQf67aWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7jErHOUqV3E/s1600-h/pug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcQf67aWI/AAAAAAAAAUs/7jErHOUqV3E/s320/pug.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645750443764066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno the breed of this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;odd looking&lt;/span&gt; dog. We often pass by this creature whenever we go to the net cafe we're so hooked into. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Look at his face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yeah, he's a male. Do i need to explain to you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. I can't help but giggle every time he's looking---a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;really bizarre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;kind of look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;COLLAGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1_4wbFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/l7jQJWUf9sU/s1600-h/Image%28262%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1_4wbFI/AAAAAAAAAUk/l7jQJWUf9sU/s320/Image%28262%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645295168121938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1uPkozI/AAAAAAAAAUc/J07YBO4RBTI/s1600-h/Image%28263%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1uPkozI/AAAAAAAAAUc/J07YBO4RBTI/s320/Image%28263%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645290431980338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1YhKPPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZDeoEqAJECA/s1600-h/Image%28273%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1YhKPPI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZDeoEqAJECA/s320/Image%28273%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645284600167666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1Q_dP0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/X7JVCnf5OyE/s1600-h/Image%28281%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpb1Q_dP0I/AAAAAAAAAUM/X7JVCnf5OyE/s320/Image%28281%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294645282579758914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpbbIQqCfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5639ed6XIRU/s1600-h/Image%28284%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpbbIQqCfI/AAAAAAAAAUE/5639ed6XIRU/s320/Image%28284%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644833559382514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpba6WnV7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/xtRYxIYYFUY/s1600-h/Image%28291%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpba6WnV7I/AAAAAAAAAT8/xtRYxIYYFUY/s320/Image%28291%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644829826275250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpba-PenWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oTmC4US0uKI/s1600-h/Image%28297%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpba-PenWI/AAAAAAAAAT0/oTmC4US0uKI/s320/Image%28297%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644830870084962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're instructed to make a collage in RE about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;the world which we want to live in&lt;/span&gt;. Too bad I haven't got the picture of our finish product. But there's a saying there made by myk, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"We aim not for a High Tech world but atleast a place where everyone is HAPPY." &lt;/span&gt;I defended it--&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;on the spot&lt;/span&gt;. No worries, I'm actually used to it. Making it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;uber FUN&lt;/span&gt;! We got the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt; highest&lt;/span&gt; score. Thanks to ME. Haha. Char. It was a group effort. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIRTHDAY PRESENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpbagaVM4I/AAAAAAAAATs/ozsbLJRHdBo/s1600-h/Image%28305%29-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpbagaVM4I/AAAAAAAAATs/ozsbLJRHdBo/s320/Image%28305%29-002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644822862541698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpbadgASKI/AAAAAAAAATk/BGKLmo-yVWM/s1600-h/Image%28315%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpbadgASKI/AAAAAAAAATk/BGKLmo-yVWM/s320/Image%28315%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644822081030306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9-yWeUI/AAAAAAAAATc/5sE9Uw_ECUE/s1600-h/Image%28317%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9-yWeUI/AAAAAAAAATc/5sE9Uw_ECUE/s320/Image%28317%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644332800145730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa97QcyEI/AAAAAAAAATU/djFiecjS30Y/s1600-h/Image%28320%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa97QcyEI/AAAAAAAAATU/djFiecjS30Y/s320/Image%28320%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644331852646466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9mSODrI/AAAAAAAAATM/Bdn0qCh1Oj4/s1600-h/Image%28321%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9mSODrI/AAAAAAAAATM/Bdn0qCh1Oj4/s320/Image%28321%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644326222925490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9g-uZzI/AAAAAAAAATE/aX_9izoTb6g/s1600-h/Image%28326%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9g-uZzI/AAAAAAAAATE/aX_9izoTb6g/s320/Image%28326%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644324798981938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9qyEgLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8mRrS9lEjXI/s1600-h/Image%28329%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpa9qyEgLI/AAAAAAAAAS8/8mRrS9lEjXI/s320/Image%28329%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294644327430258866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is also &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;my birth month!&lt;/span&gt; One of the main reasons why&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I totally love this month.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I celebrated my birthday &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;without&lt;/span&gt; my family---for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt;. Uhuhu. Mom and Oying was in Negros, Dad was in Aklan at that time. Haiz. Oh well. On the lighter side, my friends were there. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;it's not that sad after all&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;MSL saved the day&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. We went out, watched a movie (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Bedtime Stories--;D&lt;/span&gt;) and I'll never forget that same day--&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;he knows why&lt;/span&gt;. HAHA. He gave me a very &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; present. The pictures tell it all. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8417664620354467323?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8417664620354467323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/januaryjanuary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8417664620354467323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8417664620354467323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/januaryjanuary.html' title='jan+uary=JANUARY =)'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SXpcRKtDt-I/AAAAAAAAAVM/lUp7JxIWSgA/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5936444134511782699</id><published>2009-01-11T07:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:31:38.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind Rumble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SWk-RauDTsI/AAAAAAAAARk/gbvUwSB3W-0/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SWk-RauDTsI/AAAAAAAAARk/gbvUwSB3W-0/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289827706274533058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'm making my reviewer in chemistry---but seems like I can't wrangle with the urge to fall asleep. Help! Status: terribly  heavy-eyed but refuses to go to bed because of that long quiz on monday. Shocks. I have to finish it today or else I will end up doing nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Camote Delight" gid ni krun gwa qh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How pathetic! =( They say as a student you have to burn your midnight candle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sunugay kilay pa gid gani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Haha. That's what I'm trying to do-except the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sunog-kilay effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Yikes. So far the upshots are eyebags, headache, stomachache, backache...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Tanan na lng nga may ache! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That HORRIBLE PAIN! It's so excruciating! But I have to put up w/ it-I MUST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I need to take a breather--so to avoid being stressed out. I opened the tv and to my surprise I found myself watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Kapuso Mo, Jessica Soho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Haha. Don't get me wrong, I'm NOT and will NEVER be a KAPUSO! I was just interested w/ the topic they're featuring--it was about memory, I guess. There's this story of a girl (a student like me) who munches &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"lugaw with pieces of PAPER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; in it. Yeah, you read it right. In those tiny pieces of paper were numbers and words to help her remember facts she just studied. Weird. And when she sleeps, she is surrounded w/ books! Maybe those books have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;powers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;? I find it really comical! Haha. I think it's just one of those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pamahiin's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;She's so delusional. But the girl said it actually works--yeah, maybe for her. Haha. It's all in the mind baby. Goodluck to you. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Haiz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;College life gid man bla uhh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How i wish I could just close my eyes and the moment I open it up, I already have that much awaited diploma in my hand. CLOSE again. OPEN--wow, I'm in the airport bidding adieu to my family because I'm going to the States and earn dollars! Haha. That's what most nursing students aim for. And Filipino Nurses going abroad? What's new? It's the current trend. Nobody can really blame us for seeking a stable and a comfortable life. We just want to secure our future. Now, back to REALITY. Life isn't as easy as that. You have to work hard for yourself. You can't achieve your aspirations just by closing and opening your eyes. Don't expect for a miracle to happen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Walang Himala...Ang himala ay nasa puso ng tao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Yeah. Everyone knows that famed   line of Nora Aunor. But it's true! We make the miracles in our life. And for me, the most special ingredient in one's success is FAITH in God. Our faith will make us persevere and believe that nothing is impossible w/ Him. When the going gets tough, that faith will keep us going. Trust me. No, trust GOD. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I typed this post the morning after. Haha. It's so late and i don't have the energy to open the computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Amu lang nah uhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ay isa pa gid gli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lapit na lng ma full 1st account ko sa FS. So, I advise you to add my 2nd account instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;iamallysia@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;(Ngaa abi may limits pa ang pwd mo maging friends sa FS? Tani unlimited na lng!--daw sa txt ehh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;----[kumod2x] XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3162390199351581808-5936444134511782699?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5936444134511782699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-making-my-reviewer-in-chemistry-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5936444134511782699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5936444134511782699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-making-my-reviewer-in-chemistry-but.html' title='Mind Rumble'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SWk-RauDTsI/AAAAAAAAARk/gbvUwSB3W-0/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-1175697600142771817</id><published>2009-01-06T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T10:29:01.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Wanna Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SWLBOfsPizI/AAAAAAAAARE/d438krjQw2A/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SWLBOfsPizI/AAAAAAAAARE/d438krjQw2A/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288001367255780146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;I spent my Christmas vacation and the rest of the holidays at my hometown with my family. Whether you believe it or not, I had so many laaazy days(almost everyay!). I'm a home buddy-I prefer to stay at home and actually do NOTHING. Haha. I'm just in my bed, lying-slash-daydreaming, reading really good books, txting, watching tv and so on... You get the picture? Haiz. And I missed MSL so so badly. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my trip back here in Iloilo, I was supeeer bored-coz I travelled alone. I had no one to talk to. Sob. So to kill boredom, I looked for my journal, luckily grabbed a pen and jotted down some things I wanna do-and will do...one step at a time. Here's my list. Take a look. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;get up 15 min. earlier.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at problems as challengers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;unclutter my life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;don't know all the answers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fly a kite!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get a driver's license. I keep bugging my mom to let me drive our car-but she just don't trust me! Safety first! Haha. (soon!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;develop my sense of humor (joke?XD)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listen to a symphony&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watch a ballet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do everything in moderation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;do brand new things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at a work of art&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throw a paper airplane :]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; know my limitations and let others know thm too&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;go on a picnic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;cook a meal and eat it by candle light&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;quit inhaling junkfood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clean out my closet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;recognize the importance of unconditional love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;stay up all night on the beach with someone I love (MSL), making a wish with every star that shoots across the vast night sky.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;God, there's so much to do. Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-1175697600142771817?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/1175697600142771817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-wanna-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1175697600142771817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1175697600142771817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-i-wanna-do.html' title='Things I Wanna Do'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SWLBOfsPizI/AAAAAAAAARE/d438krjQw2A/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7508009264341039828</id><published>2008-12-19T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:48:59.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweeter Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*This is the continuation of my previous post The Sweet Song Beckons. I advise you to read first that post before you lay your eyes in this new post of mine. Awkeish? =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUrXxQhZSQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gJ2RD7TUeHw/s1600-h/orpheus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUrXxQhZSQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gJ2RD7TUeHw/s320/orpheus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281270754293926146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;---&gt; Greek legend also tells us that another ship passed that way. And the Captain of that ship responded to the Sirens very differently than Ulysses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Not far behind the ship of Ulysses came another great ship. These sailors also realized the dangers of the Sirens and the rocks upon which they sat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Captain Orpheus," the first mate enthusiastically declared, "the sweet song of the Sirens lies just ahead!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;With that announcement, the crew cheered and the great Orpheus smiled. All around the ship, crewmen's voices rang with excitement. The part of the voyage that they longed for was soon at hand. In fact, there were some in the ship who had come along just to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; the music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;With a knowing smile, the dauntless Captain received a beautifully adorned case from his cabin boy. The acclaimed Orpheus carefully removed the priceless instrument as the crewmen stood nearby with bated breath. Then, with princely grace, he lifted the instrument above his head with a gesture of victory, while the crew around him whistled with enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Play it, Captain!" cheered the helmsman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;"Come on, great Captain Orpheus, play it!" whooped the enthusiastic first mate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;All eyes were transfixed upon their hero. Captain Orpheus took his stance and began to masterfully play the most perfect music men's ears had ever heard. Each crewmen became lost in the reverie of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;All too soon the Siren coastline was out of sight and the Master musician concluded the song that he himself had composed. Not a single man aboard ship was tempted by the Sirens' melody. In fact, no one even noticed it. Though the mermaids' music was alluring and sweet, the superb Orpheus played for his crew...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;a sweeeter song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;*For those of us who have spent years tied to the mast and for those of us who couldn't bear the allurment and crashed against the rocks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;it's time to set sail to a different tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;In our love-hungry generation we sruggle to believe that the "beautiful side of love" really exists. But the truth is, Hollywood can't even touch the version of love that is alive and real and in the heart and mind of God.  It is the "sweeter song". And when you hear this "sweeter song" you, too, will realize that it is ten thousand times more magnificent than your most grandiose imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7508009264341039828?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7508009264341039828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweeter-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7508009264341039828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7508009264341039828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweeter-song.html' title='The Sweeter Song'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUrXxQhZSQI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gJ2RD7TUeHw/s72-c/orpheus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-2526155953532112359</id><published>2008-12-18T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T07:00:42.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweet Song Beckons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUrJI14S7YI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JU37aIE-qYs/s1600-h/The+Odyssey+of+Homer.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUrJI14S7YI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JU37aIE-qYs/s320/The+Odyssey+of+Homer.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281254666784664962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(Based on Homer's Odyssey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;*READ and relate to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;hidden message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; in this Greek tale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Captain Ulysses cut a powerful figure as he stood on the deck of his great ship. The afternoon sun shimmered off the water as he strode about the ship with grace and dignity. Ulysses' every move was carefully observed by the helmsman who labored long and hard for nothing more than the approving eye of his noble captain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Steady as she goes!" Ulysses boomed, his voice filling the salty air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Yes,sir" was the helmsman ready reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;After giving the command, the captain turned his iron gaze to the starboard side where land was just now coming into view. Neither the screeching gulls overhead, nor the rhythmic splash of water against the ship's side, diverted Ulysses attention from what lay just ahead. The smell of adventure was in the air; everything was just as Ulysses liked it. Then, amidst his reverie came a voice arresting his attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Captain!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The noble leader quickly turned to find a worried seaman, eyes filled with trepidation and lips rattling with anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Captain! He again blared, his whole face ablaze with horror.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Settle down!" Ulysses sofly commanded, "Take a deep breath and tell me what's the matter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The entire crew within earshot had stopped and gathered round to hear the outcome of this all-important conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Uh...we...ah...!" he shuttered, "well...uh...you see, sir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ulysses grabbed him by the collar, yanked him within inches of his furrowed brow and demanded, "Come on lad, if you value your life, speak!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The drama built as the petrified first mate raised a quivering finger due north and shuttered, &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"The SIRENS, sir!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ulysses face drew tight and a woeful sigh was heard about the ship. The Siren mermaids were just ahead, ready to sing their irresistibly enchanting song and cause the bewitched sailors to steer their vessel onto the rocks. The song of the Sirens was so sweet, so alluring, no red-blooded man could resist it. Ulysses had to act quickly-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;while wisdom still remained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Those devilish mermaids won't get us!" he announced to his fearful crew. "That's right! that lovely, luscious, melodious music played by those beautiful mermaids won't have it's way with us. No shipwreck for us today lads!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;But even as Ulysses pondered the intoxicating music, he felt his wisdom slipping. He was gripped by a magnetic urge to hear just a short strain of the legendary song of the mermaids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Maybe we could try and miss the rocks? NO!" He chided himself, "NO! It does this to all captains who pass by. They all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; they can resist, but then lose their senses and follow the sweet music to their deaths upon the jagged rocks, while the mermaids scoff from above. NO!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ulysses ran to the bow of the ship, turned and bellowed for all the crewmen to hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"We are men, unable to resist the promise of sweet love in the mermaid's song. The Sirens have baited every ship before us with their songs, and everytime the ships have crashed against the rocks upon which the Sirens sit. But not this time, my friends. We will not fall for their temptation; indeed, we will not even allow ourselves to be tempted!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"I want every sailor to take some of this beeswax and put it in your ears so you can hear nothing. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;tie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; me to the mast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;His crew looked at each other with bewilderment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"You heard me! "He shouted again,  "Tie me to the mast. And tie me tight and fast!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The sun angrily beat down as the disciplined crew rush about the ship responding to Ulysses' orders. And none too had they crammed the wax into their ears and finished tying their captain to the mast, but the beautiful and intoxicating love song of the siren mermaids began to softly fill the air. The Sirens' song, in all its passion and wonder, greeted the ship across the water as a warm fire greets cold hands on a winter's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;The crew was oblivious-all except Ulysses who, while tied to the mast, had no wax to stop the music. Ulysses blood ran hot with passion. "Untie me!" he screamed in anguish, "Please untie me! I command you to untie me...please, I beg you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But the crewmen could not hear and had been commanded not to read his lips. The song grew louder and lovelier, and Ulysses groaned with sheer physical desire. He then began to scream like a madman for someone to heed his orders and turn the ship towards the source of that sweet, lustful music. Ulysses threatened the plank, Cyclops feedings, and various other forms of torture as the ship passed the Sirens' rocky coastline, and then finally beyond the reach of their song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;An exhausted Ulysses, his face a deep scarlet from the struggle, finally was untied and fell limp upon the ship's deck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Why?" he moaned with his remaining strength, "Why does it seem that the things I desire the most in this life lead to my destruction? Why must I be restrained from something so beautiful? The mast is my savior this day from my headlong craving for that sweet but deadly song of the Siren mermaids!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*For many years of our life most of us struggle with agonizing frustrations. We are fighting a constant inward battle between needing to obey God's "Thou Shall Nots" and yet longing to fulfill our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;passionate, sensual desires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. I believe that you also feel Ulysses pain. Some of us grew up being taught how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"to tie ourselves to the mast"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; while listening to the song of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;TEMPTATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;full volume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. We heard all the fire and brimstone sermons on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;"rocks of death". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Sometimes we may lose our senses esp. during our pubescent years. We have a raging desire within us to have a companion, someone we could love and be loved by, someone we could be intimate with. We want to experience that all that sensual desires. But then again when we come to church and sat down, we hear the same thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;THOU SHALL NOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;And "thou shall nots" only go so far on hormone-infested young teenagers who's looking for loopholes in the rop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;e so that we can accidentally-on-purpose steer our love boat as close to the rocks as we can possibly get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Is there any other way to keep us from crashing against the rocks? Thankfully, the story does&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;end here. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&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/3162390199351581808-2526155953532112359?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/2526155953532112359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-song-beckons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2526155953532112359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/2526155953532112359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/sweet-song-beckons.html' title='The Sweet Song Beckons'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUrJI14S7YI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/JU37aIE-qYs/s72-c/The+Odyssey+of+Homer.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-671657288670181954</id><published>2008-12-11T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T20:44:10.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choco Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUEJqlkVD3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8881P9VgWww/s1600-h/12112008%28002%29-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 247px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUEJqlkVD3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8881P9VgWww/s320/12112008%28002%29-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278510865498574706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I just tried this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;chocolate-dip-marshmallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I find it really cute-and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; too. Would you believe that our teacher in Biochem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Maam Villalobos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; was the one who encouraged us to try it? Hahah! She even endorsed it to all of us. Tsk2. She said we have to reward ourselves for getting good grades last prelim exam. I definitely agree. And by the way, Maam V is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;! At the end of our class, she would crank up jokes-sometimes or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; (XD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;corny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. And if we don't laugh at her jokes, she would give us a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;minus 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. Hahah! Was that another joke maam? Hmmm. Oh well. Xmas break will be next week-but I'm not that really really happy. Because a part of me would still want to stay here and spend more time with MSL. I'm gonna miss him. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I mess up with guilia's cbox! uhuhuhu. I didn't really mean it. I dunno what happened. I'm  such  a clutz! uhuhuh. Hope she could ever forgive me. Haiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I NEED more CHOCOLATE! =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-671657288670181954?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/671657288670181954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-tried-this-chocolate-dip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/671657288670181954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/671657288670181954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-tried-this-chocolate-dip.html' title='Choco Madness'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SUEJqlkVD3I/AAAAAAAAAQc/8881P9VgWww/s72-c/12112008%28002%29-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8701942901805821271</id><published>2008-12-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:28:14.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When GOD Writes Your LOVE STORY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/ST0tyV4llAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k9RgXPqcXQA/s1600-h/12062008%28013%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/ST0tyV4llAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k9RgXPqcXQA/s200/12062008%28013%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277424681239286786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/ST0ta09RU0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/rg0XKYYy0ek/s1600-h/12062008%28071%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/ST0ta09RU0I/AAAAAAAAAQE/rg0XKYYy0ek/s200/12062008%28071%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277424277263569730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/ST0tpSblj2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/E9b5RCPB49Y/s1600-h/12062008%28016%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/ST0tpSblj2I/AAAAAAAAAQM/E9b5RCPB49Y/s200/12062008%28016%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277424525693521762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;The book with me in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pictures is one of the things that makes me a no-sleep-person these past few days. I can't get enough of it.  I'm not a great overstater-just a little. Hahah! But it's true-I can't resist to finish more and more chapters every night('till morning =D). Well, this book was given to me by my MSL. So, it has also a great significant value. The title is also the title of my post,"When GOD Writes Your LOVE STORY". Creative, interesting, intuitive, inspirational are just few of the exuberant adjectives that fill my heart as I read the 'you'll-never-be-the-same' writings of Eric and Leslie Ludy (authors). Both of them share their unforgettable journey which GOD took them on to discover what a God-written love story is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;This book  is not about rules, relationship how-to's, or a comprehensive guide to experiencing the singles' scene. Rather, this book is all about an invitation for a journey from the One who knows us better than ourselves. This journey is for anyone who is searching for the beauty of true and lasting love, for romance in its purest form, and is willing to do whatever it takes in order to find it. The very One who is the Author of all true love and romance is standing before us, asking us gently, "Will you let Me write your love story?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;If we trust Him enough to give Him the pen of our life, we are in for a journey that will forever spoil us for the ordinary. It's a journey on which we will discover perfect love and pure romance as it was truly intended to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8701942901805821271?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8701942901805821271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-god-writes-your-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8701942901805821271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8701942901805821271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-god-writes-your-love-story.html' title='&quot;When GOD Writes Your LOVE STORY&quot;'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/ST0tyV4llAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/k9RgXPqcXQA/s72-c/12062008%28013%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4587510807091248578</id><published>2008-12-06T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T09:09:29.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>L♥VE ü</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/STnN5ly0K0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sKmxRixr9X4/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/STnN5ly0K0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sKmxRixr9X4/s400/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276474827722730306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puzzled&lt;/span&gt; why this blogger here has &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;zip her mouth&lt;/span&gt; and doesn't post anything about her love life, let me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;type it again,&lt;/span&gt; now in CAPS, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"LOVELIFE"&lt;/span&gt; (better =D) from the day she registered to blogger.com and started blogging-for almost a year now. Hmmm? Something's wrong? Definitely NOT! Nothing's wrong. It's just that...ahmm..for me , t's too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PERSONAL&lt;/span&gt;. I'm a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;private person&lt;/span&gt;. I want to keep it to my self and share it only to people who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intimate to me&lt;/span&gt;. (cracking about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;selfishness&lt;/span&gt; here.hmf!) But I guess things actually alter. As what they say, the only permanent thing in this world is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;change&lt;/span&gt;. And sooo..I changed my mind. Hahah! But this change is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the better&lt;/span&gt;. Now, I'm gonna update you on what's happening on my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tragic-crazy-but-oh-so-beautiful-life&lt;/span&gt; plus the addition of...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taantaaraandaan&lt;/span&gt;...my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;STORY&lt;/span&gt;. *giggles. Yeah, you read it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;What spark me off to do this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*A good friend who's also a blogger like me is sooo sooo sooo in love and you'll eventually know from the moment you see her blog-coz her blog just says it all. I was actually inspired by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*My boyfriend checked out my blog and asked why there's nothing about us here. Now he knows. ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*I press-stud a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;LOVE BUG&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To start of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Let me share to you one of the poems made by my boyfie esp. for me-out  of so much love. He also made me a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letter&lt;/span&gt; (it's in fact he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first time&lt;/span&gt; to even write a love letter to someone) *smiles. I'm his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first and one true love.&lt;/span&gt; *touched. I've been in some relationship in the past but this one's different-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really different&lt;/span&gt;.We're a new couple, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 months and still counting&lt;/span&gt;...Hope it'll LAST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;YOU'RE MY ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mant times I asked GOD about his plan for me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I will become and who I will be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched for the answers in the busy streets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, nothing came up but meaningless feat&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought being alone is happiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And having no one is life's zest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But too often I find myself falling harder&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my heart becomes cold and bitter&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I almost lost my sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;An ANGEL came to show life's real beauty&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That very day, August 23&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I untie my heart and set it free&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You simply changed me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've shown the things I thought I'd never see&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply love the way you are&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my ONE and beloved STAR&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I met you I immediately believed in ANGELS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in shimmering white dress and glittering halo that I can tell&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was how you turned my world into HEAVEN on EARTH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lace of lasting peace, love, freedom and mirth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayyyy..=)&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/3162390199351581808-4587510807091248578?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4587510807091248578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-youre-puzzled-why-this-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4587510807091248578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4587510807091248578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/12/maybe-youre-puzzled-why-this-blogger.html' title='L♥VE ü'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/STnN5ly0K0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/sKmxRixr9X4/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-4003514588883802933</id><published>2008-11-25T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:58:40.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man's Doll</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This is a story of a young girl which has really moved me. Let me share it to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dinala ako nung lalaki sa motel. Parang wala siyang pakialam na 16 pa lang ako. Nung una, natakot talaga ako. Akala ko hindi na kakayanin ng katawan ko, sa sobrang sakit ng mga ginawa niya sa 'kin. Nakakapanibago pala sa simula. Pero ngayon, sanay na rin ako dahil dumadami na ang customers ko. Pakiramdam ko ang laki ng nawala sa 'kin nung gabing 'yun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;This is how it all started. Rosie* was just 16 yrs old when she began working as a prostitute in order to support her studies. She described her first experience with a client like rape, and when it was all over, the guy threw the money in her face. Rosie was forced into this work because her parents had substance abuse problems, as well as gambling issues. One time, her father came home wasted and sexually molested her. He threatened to kill both her and her mother if she were to tell a soul. Instead of seeking help, she began using her body to provide for herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"Gusto ko lang sanang makapagtapos at makapagtrabaho ng maayos." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To earn for her tuition, she never forgot the advice given to her by an old lady who lived nearby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"Use your body to make living in order to survive."&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Her customers put her through a lot, but still didn't want to give up on the notion of romantic love. Occasionally, she would hook up with college guys from different schools. One time, she thought a guy was genuinely into her, so she went along with him to his dorm only to find a group of guys waiting for her. He placed something in her drink and she soon felt dizzy. Later, she awoke naked with a bunch of guys laughing, drinking, and doing drugs around her. Other times, customers even resorted to beating her up after sex just because they had nothing to pay her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Despite all this, she wakes up every morning thanking GOD she's still alive and healthy. A simple pleasure that makes her happy to this day is going to a toy store and looking at a doll her father had given her that reminds her of better days. It brings her back to the time when she was young and all she worried about was what game to play next. When a customer compliments her out of the blue and says she's beautiful instead of roughing her up, she feels thankful inside. During those moments, she forgets that she works as a prostitute and feels like a real person. ;'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/3162390199351581808-4003514588883802933?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/4003514588883802933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/mans-doll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4003514588883802933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/4003514588883802933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/mans-doll.html' title='A Man&apos;s Doll'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-1747805921129379805</id><published>2008-11-22T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T11:33:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hush!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hello! People &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;guess what&lt;/span&gt;? I've been living &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'alone'&lt;/span&gt; for more than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 weeks now&lt;/span&gt;. ahaha! What an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;achievement&lt;/span&gt;! Maybe you would think it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not a big deal&lt;/span&gt; or whatsoever, but for me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it is&lt;/span&gt;! My Dad is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt; with his work. He's currently in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Negros&lt;/span&gt; right now to fix things. So, I'm left here alone on Iloilo-which means I have the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt; to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whatever I want&lt;/span&gt;, but with&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; limitations &lt;/span&gt;of course. For &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;16 years &lt;/span&gt;that I'm existing  here in this world, I've been so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;reliant&lt;/span&gt; to my parents. At the same time, they're so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over-protective&lt;/span&gt; to me. So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whatever I do&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wherever I go&lt;/span&gt;, I must &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;report&lt;/span&gt; it to them. They can also be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as strict as a ruler&lt;/span&gt;! Haiz. Sometimes I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; I could do what other teens like me do. You know, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;usual things&lt;/span&gt;: night-outs,  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going anywhere&lt;/span&gt; without worrying about that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid curfew&lt;/span&gt;-which &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kills the fun&lt;/span&gt; actually, staying up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all night&lt;/span&gt;, party &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'till dawn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah blah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah&lt;/span&gt;... But what can i do? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;! uhuh. It's fine. Yeah, in fact I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over used to it&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmmm. Now I'm just enjoying my time here,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; living independently&lt;/span&gt; and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh-so-looovee&lt;/span&gt; it. =)&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I was so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;distraught&lt;/span&gt; when I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; discovered &lt;/span&gt;that someone's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretending&lt;/span&gt; to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; when in fact he's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;! How's that? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arrrrghhh&lt;/span&gt;! I don't understand why he has to do such thing, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't even know him&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Such a feeler&lt;/span&gt;! I hate it. SOB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-1747805921129379805?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/1747805921129379805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/hush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1747805921129379805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/1747805921129379805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/hush.html' title='Hush!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-9033271174588364000</id><published>2008-11-10T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:02:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Girl-No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm lying in my bed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;looking blankly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; in the ceiling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;feeling sluggish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; and all, when suddenly something just pops out in my mind. I started &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; if I've become an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;overworked girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. I asked my self, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"Am I neglecting my own needs just so others will like me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. They say that people who aim to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;keep the peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; are often overly concerned of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;what others think of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. They &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; what they want, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;dismiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; what they feel, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;mold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; who they are just to avoid being seen as a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;party popper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; a bad friend, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;manang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;flake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;, or anything other than what they think people expect them to be. I must admit, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I'm like that. It's just that it's also difficult to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. I'm thinking that if I don't say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;YES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;to everything and be everything to everyone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the world will come to an end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. But it's not like that. I realized that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;strong enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; to survive a day without me, the world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;keep turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; even if I  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shut off &lt;/span&gt;my cell phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;so I can finish my work, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; will still be my family even if I choose to go after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; instead of theirs. Hmmmm. Now it's time to take that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;heavy load&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; in my chest and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-9033271174588364000?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/9033271174588364000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-girl-no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/9033271174588364000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/9033271174588364000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/super-girl-no-more.html' title='Super Girl-No More'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-8961407336750117052</id><published>2008-11-04T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:03:49.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whataack! ReUniOn =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-41FjKayI/AAAAAAAAAMA/mqY8lcK_x3A/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hey! Check out some of my pics with my best-&lt;em&gt;est&lt;/em&gt; friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;more pixies at my fs account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:aisylla_lopez@yahoo.com"&gt;aisylla_lopez@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Ciao!ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264632487253714034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-7Wpu9JHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8-vxW2QNmG8/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629713564383842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-41M74umI/AAAAAAAAAL4/RplViW4mzgw/s320/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629617322315890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-4vmZ_UHI/AAAAAAAAALw/-dVxP6_91mo/s320/j.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629433273472210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-4k4xU1NI/AAAAAAAAALo/_7xzqg2n2JY/s320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629428111096210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-4klihOZI/AAAAAAAAALg/y0FJdpz_ih4/s320/g.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629429128216722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-4kpVBQJI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZePw6SrmtkA/s320/f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264629423770090290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-4kVXiuzI/AAAAAAAAALQ/XrLS32RgCq8/s320/d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-8961407336750117052?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/8961407336750117052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/whataack-reunion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8961407336750117052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/8961407336750117052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/11/whataack-reunion.html' title='whataack! ReUniOn =)'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SQ-7Wpu9JHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/8-vxW2QNmG8/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-465093646128222181</id><published>2008-10-13T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:46:56.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Sembreak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Final Exams:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Semester:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Whew! XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I'm blissful about: =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*I got exempted from my 2 subjects in the finals.&lt;br /&gt;*I already received my scholarship grant.&lt;br /&gt;*I'll be back in my hometown. Bye City of LOVE, Hello City of SMILES.&lt;br /&gt;*I'm gonna see my family and my oh-so-adorable pet-Bruce! Grrr!&lt;br /&gt;*I'm looking forward for a reunion with friends. PARTIANS barkada!I miss 'em!&lt;br /&gt;*I'll be able to sleep, sleep and sleep! Forty winks here I come! zZzZz...&lt;br /&gt;*No more monster exams! Well. Maybe just for now.Bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things I'm gloomy about: =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;*I'll SUPER miss my MSL. Sob.&lt;br /&gt;*I'll part ways with some of my cm8s in AHSE 1-E. So tear-jerking. I'll uber miss their company!Anyways, we're still in the same school. See yah around guys!&lt;br /&gt;*I'll miss Chem. (ows?) Hmmm. Anyhow? Ma'am Baby Lou? Bwahah!&lt;br /&gt;*I won't be able to have a glimpse of my crush every MWF. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;*I'll be missing strawberry, tutti fruity ang bubblegum shakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Awtz. Enough of this drama. Sembreak will just be fo&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r 2-3 weeks.&lt;/span&gt; It's not that long.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just enough to take a break and loosen up for a jiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;On the contratry, 2nd sem is fast approaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What will happen next? &lt;/span&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Stay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLOSE. &lt;/span&gt;MWAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-465093646128222181?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/465093646128222181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-sembreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/465093646128222181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/465093646128222181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-sembreak.html' title='Hello Sembreak!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3168851757058919808</id><published>2008-10-06T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:10:02.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Fine Now =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SOmN5O4y1lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Zt2INA2mzjE/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SOmN5O4y1lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Zt2INA2mzjE/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253886454692763218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;"When something is over, it can &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;never start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. When it's broken, I can n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ever put back th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Life is not the way I want it to be. When I know that someone is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hurting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; me, I'll just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. I know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, but I must &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;learn to let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. I won't push my self too hard. Because I know that in every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'Ending'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; there's such a thing that I call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'Beginning'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;STATUS: Happy =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-3168851757058919808?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3168851757058919808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/10/everything-is-fine-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3168851757058919808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3168851757058919808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/10/everything-is-fine-now.html' title='Everything Is Fine Now =)'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SOmN5O4y1lI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Zt2INA2mzjE/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-385248496652910458</id><published>2008-09-06T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T10:56:44.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>U-DAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hello! How’s your day? As for me, I’m totally worn-out! Suppose to be, it’s the last day of our U week but I decided not to go coz I’m suupeeer tired. Yesterday we had a parade and it was so so tiring. Walking for how many kilometers plus the yelling of our cheer (N-U-R-S-I-N-G NURSING!) made me feel like going home, rest and sleep the whole day! Haiz. But I must say that it was also fun! My classmates and I had nothing to do so we decided to do something else while in the parade. Hmmm. And what was it? Put our balloons in the faces of the passengers and traffic aids while they’re passing by us. Hahah! We also had a balloon fight! Whaaattaah! It’s Me VS Barney ( aka Adrian) and Julez. Tsk3. They had a hard time beating me. Bwahaha. We also enjoyed our picnic in the LDT building-except that they won’t let us out until 4 pm. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I went home to change clothes and freshen up and then go back at around 6 pm. I really enjoyed the whole time I’m there. I can’t explain the feeling. Why? Hmmmmm. Secret! Heheh. It was about 10:30 when I arrived home. The good thing is my Dad wasn't around-he went to Aklan. So he won't be able to scold me. ahihi! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Take a look at my picz. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242859880240448194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJhSIDhAsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BzU9a5r2vsw/s200/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tinay and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Soten shot! It was before the parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJb26a2_mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Fd-OriBcdUU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242853915165654626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJb26a2_mI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Fd-OriBcdUU/s200/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; Nursing T-shirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*I super like our shirt. Cute2. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242853558022855890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbiH9YXNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/wG1XCt2_PbU/s200/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Pink and Blue Balloons!&lt;br /&gt;* Hmmm. We're not that ready. Bwahah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbZ-sT1SI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c2IMLYeFSPs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242853418096383266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbZ-sT1SI/AAAAAAAAAKI/c2IMLYeFSPs/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;This is BARNEY (Adrian).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*He keeps on teasing me. So I call him Barney(the friendly dinosaur). XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;In return, he calls me Betty(Betty Boop).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbUwW5GqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SZYTWfn2fcU/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242853328349108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbUwW5GqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/SZYTWfn2fcU/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The Suductive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*naahh! just playing around. ahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Grrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbR8y9YFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m6WBZFc5e_A/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242853280148447314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbR8y9YFI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/m6WBZFc5e_A/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt; BLEH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*This was taken after the parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbDBGX5YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Y6yb3n7F57g/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242853023605581186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJbDBGX5YI/AAAAAAAAAJw/Y6yb3n7F57g/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Von.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*my alalay. joke! He's a good friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;He brought my valuable things during the parade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Thank you von!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJa7p6jTpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mERvfyrJEdo/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242852897122897554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJa7p6jTpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/mERvfyrJEdo/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Weng and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*whaataa pose! Don't mind me. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Thank you for all the positive response of those who keeps on visiting my blog and read it’s content. You really inspire me. Here’s a kiss for all of you. Umu’aAhH.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-385248496652910458?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/385248496652910458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/09/u-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/385248496652910458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/385248496652910458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/09/u-day.html' title='U-DAY!'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SMJhSIDhAsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BzU9a5r2vsw/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-3029575188368605535</id><published>2008-09-03T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:05:18.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ciao! Sorry to keep you waiting for my next post. Haiz. I think you're wondering why am I so emotional these past few days. Hmmm. The truth is, I don't wanna talk about it anymore. I just want to think of something else (like 'happy thoughts' maybe), do other things and make the most out of my college life. Speaking of my life in college, we are celebrating our University Week. There are loads of exhilarating contests and surprises to watch out for. Well. I feel like I have to engage my self to different acitivities-so I may be able to forget what I really FEEL inside. Sob. OH MY-enough of this dilemma. Time to face the world with a happy face and it's gonna be a NEW and BETTER me-that's for sure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let's amend the topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here's some of my pics I want to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Have a glimpse of my life in college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242149556301523090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL_bP1LS6JI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3qiVktVGf9Q/s320/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mommy Tin, Me and Lind's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*We can talk all day! About what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ahmmmmm..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;ANYTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242142484286819138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL_U0L3mS0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/V6Wr3EqJWog/s320/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Cristine and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;(secretly looking)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*Tin2 and I are always together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;She's there during the times I have no one to run to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I really am thankful to have her around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789559528914674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6T1QsSfvI/AAAAAAAAAIg/XdYfB6Am6QY/s320/u.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;That's our shoes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*Yeah. Mine's at the right side. I prefer flats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So comfy. I can walk all day. Charot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TxQJy-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v5sL7G9mavo/s1600-h/t.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789490664765842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TxQJy-ZI/AAAAAAAAAIY/v5sL7G9mavo/s320/t.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt; Here with Fil Am(my LAB gruopm8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*Her name is so cute! It's so so unique! ahaha! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TrZzoFPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zy7xR7SZN9c/s1600-h/s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789390176916722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TrZzoFPI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Zy7xR7SZN9c/s320/s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;CONVERSE-cool huh?Tsk2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*whOoh! The moment we saw this we went nuts!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6ToJnhWyI/AAAAAAAAAII/ALabNFeoenc/s1600-h/r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789334291569442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6ToJnhWyI/AAAAAAAAAII/ALabNFeoenc/s320/r.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;SLEEPING! zZzzZzz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;*I think this photo was taken during our PSYCHO class.&lt;br /&gt;I can actually sleep the whole period w/ our prof NOT noticing me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TdAzGAtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MQoZS6lGAwg/s1600-h/q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789142945628882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TdAzGAtI/AAAAAAAAAIA/MQoZS6lGAwg/s320/q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;EMOTERA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;*What am I thinking? Hmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Naaaahhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TWIlyvKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZNW77QHjElM/s1600-h/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241789024778239138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TWIlyvKI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZNW77QHjElM/s320/p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Jemar and Louie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;(evidence! anu nah?) XD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;*They are uber funny!--&gt;esp. Louie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;S/He would crank up jokes and you'll definitely laugh to death!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Hahaha! Exag. Grrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TLR5TwzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ALxLgCoEJ8c/s1600-h/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241788838297453362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6TLR5TwzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ALxLgCoEJ8c/s320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Exhausted classmates!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;*While waiting impatiently for our prof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Sir? Din ka nah yah?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6S6r6lH0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/pKeLDe6JWX0/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241788553224331074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL6S6r6lH0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/pKeLDe6JWX0/s320/e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;Lindsay and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;(girls will be girls)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* Lind's is trying to put some glitters on my beautiful eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Bwahahaha! She's my kikay partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;MORE pics at my FS account!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,204)"&gt;aisylla_lopez@yahoo.com =)&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/3162390199351581808-3029575188368605535?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/3029575188368605535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3029575188368605535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/3029575188368605535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is.html' title='LIFE IS...'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dCIPx3nvJSg/SL_bP1LS6JI/AAAAAAAAAJI/3qiVktVGf9Q/s72-c/s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-5523417792778747375</id><published>2008-08-26T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:37:11.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMOTEra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;As I &lt;em&gt;grow older&lt;/em&gt;, my &lt;strong&gt;realizations&lt;/strong&gt; about life became &lt;strong&gt;deeper&lt;/strong&gt;, problems&lt;strong&gt; got bigger&lt;/strong&gt;, situations became &lt;strong&gt;more complicated&lt;/strong&gt; and things got &lt;strong&gt;really messed up&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Sometimes &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I could go back..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Back to the time when the &lt;em&gt;only man in my life&lt;/em&gt; was my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;My &lt;em&gt;only Best Friend&lt;/em&gt; was my &lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;and any &lt;strong&gt;PAIN&lt;/strong&gt; could be &lt;em&gt;healed&lt;/em&gt; by just a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;band aid&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; lollipop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-5523417792778747375?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/5523417792778747375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotera.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5523417792778747375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/5523417792778747375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/08/emotera.html' title='EMOTEra'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7427725156821954457</id><published>2008-08-25T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:44:46.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DYING..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I was hurt. Deeply hurt. What I feel is so painful that I wanna DIE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Why is it so easy for others to judge you? They don't know the whole story! In fact-they know NOTHING! But still they keep on making things worse. You have no other choice but to accept all the things they say about you-most of it are not even TRUE. You try to speak up for yourself. But it's useless. The most painful part is...the person you expect to believe in you turned his back and he never believed you at all. You keep on explaining your side, but it's as if he hears nothing. You try to reach out, but he walks away. You thought he would understand, be by your side, help you during the times you need him the most-but he NEVER did. Where are now all the promises? the hopes?the wishes? It's ALL gone. It's just so stupid of you to believe everything. Yeah, maybe it's right to say promises are made to be broken. I realized that not all things have a happy ending..As of now? I'm totally BROKEN..&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/3162390199351581808-7427725156821954457?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7427725156821954457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/08/dying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7427725156821954457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7427725156821954457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/08/dying.html' title='DYING..'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3162390199351581808.post-7622251439126889534</id><published>2008-08-25T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T09:32:36.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Fairytales For ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I used to think that life is a &lt;em&gt;fairytale...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Full of &lt;strong&gt;magic&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;exciting&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;vivid&lt;/strong&gt;! BUT that was a &lt;strong&gt;LONG&lt;/strong&gt; time ago..Now I know that there's &lt;em&gt;more to life&lt;/em&gt; than just &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"HAPPILY EVER AFTER".. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I've learned that I get &lt;strong&gt;wiser &lt;/strong&gt;each day..And &lt;strong&gt;NO FAIRY&lt;/strong&gt; can lead me to a &lt;em&gt;happy ending&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I &lt;em&gt;decide&lt;/em&gt;..I &lt;em&gt;struggle&lt;/em&gt;..And somehow I &lt;em&gt;begin to understand&lt;/em&gt;..that I have the power to make each day&lt;strong&gt; BETTER &lt;/strong&gt;than &lt;strong&gt;YESTERDAY&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3162390199351581808-7622251439126889534?l=aisylla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/feeds/7622251439126889534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7622251439126889534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3162390199351581808/posts/default/7622251439126889534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aisylla.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='No More Fairytales For ME'/><author><name>Allysia Lopez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12987635051477734268</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ofTeDB06gYU/TfBGEg0_NUI/AAAAAAAAAiA/AmdSHdYnk68/s220/pppp.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
