<?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-5743160659670645718</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:45:04.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VaniLLa Love :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-8777563831000974883</id><published>2009-06-01T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T01:30:21.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving an Undespicable Guy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, after watching&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; episode 19&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Special A&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the anime I've just done watching&lt;/span&gt;, I can't totally get off &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yahiro Saiga&lt;/span&gt;'s character that attracts me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate him so much at his first appearance but I accepted the fact that he looks like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takishima Kei&lt;/span&gt;, the main lead, in some aspects. I didn't expect to like him. But what can I do? His soft side is just so adorable that I keep controlling myself on turning into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chibi&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shout&lt;/span&gt;; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KYAAAAAAA!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So baka (stupid) ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What attracts me the most is how he manages to say rude things that hides his softness. I love his earrings too! Well, he may be the second anime guy I like so much and didn't mind if he has his partner or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am so crazy over him, I changed the icon of my blog to him with his different facial expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Gee. Just loving it so much~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-8777563831000974883?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8777563831000974883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/loving-undespicable-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/8777563831000974883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/8777563831000974883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/06/loving-undespicable-guy.html' title='Loving an Undespicable Guy'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-5621568263772146202</id><published>2009-05-24T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:36:07.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HAIRDO!</title><content type='html'>I got a new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haircut&lt;/span&gt;! Yipee~ &gt;//&lt; style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXCEPT&lt;/span&gt; my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;. It's not the style I wanted but I ended up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt; it! Well, it was supposed to be a Korean cut for girls, the straight bangs and long hair at the back part. While looking the way she cuts it on the mirror my eyebrows kept on meeting, asking myself; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is she doing it right?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Funny but as minutes passed by, I'm starting to like it. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-5621568263772146202?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/5621568263772146202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-hairdo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/5621568263772146202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/5621568263772146202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-hairdo.html' title='NEW HAIRDO!'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-2173930782480595533</id><published>2009-04-07T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T06:45:57.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FS Layout</title><content type='html'>While busy searching for the right words in my mind for a new blog update, I heard my favorite song playing. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Who's playing that?"&lt;/span&gt; was the first question asked. Curious about the current situation, I suddenly realized that I set it as my hp's ringing tone. I immediately pulled it out of my pocket and checked out who's calling, it was my cousin named &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to call him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kuya Louie&lt;/span&gt; since he's older to me by blood. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya&lt;/span&gt; means &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big brother&lt;/span&gt;. :D We're a bit close since we're in the same age and he's a people person while I'm not... I mean... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, I'm having a big social circle now so I think I'm not the old me who can just sit in the corner and watch everybody without even opening my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to open his friendster account for him and checked his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; who among them is the prettiest. Someone who's name is in korean characters got my vote but he told me he's not sure whether there is still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"them"&lt;/span&gt; or not since &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;communication&lt;/span&gt; is the main problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joked him on changing his layout with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;butterflies or flowers or any pink layouts&lt;/span&gt; on the net. Haha, I wished I saw his face that time! He panicked! LOL. XDD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm such a meanie! &lt;/span&gt;=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the call ended since he lacks two pesos load to call me again. He asked me to share him a load but since I'm out of budget and I don't have such thing, I can't. So all I can do is do his layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I received a comment from him saying that I am his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;idol&lt;/span&gt; and that the layout is pretty cool. Like me, he doesn't prefer crossovers too because it takes a lot of time to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the layout. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdtYs0W_64I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OxhVtFrnZxc/s1600-h/asdfghjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdtYs0W_64I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OxhVtFrnZxc/s320/asdfghjk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321944911660968834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He actually asked for a background featuring himself. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yep! That's him! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-2173930782480595533?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2173930782480595533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/fs-layout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2173930782480595533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2173930782480595533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/fs-layout.html' title='FS Layout'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdtYs0W_64I/AAAAAAAAAEg/OxhVtFrnZxc/s72-c/asdfghjk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-2240595856432777042</id><published>2009-04-07T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:35:59.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A forum for my dear CLASSMATES!</title><content type='html'>Hey! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my habit alright but I really enjoy making forums though they we're all inactive. LOL. XDD&lt;br /&gt;It has great features such as chatbox, polls, gallery and of course, all topics were arrange and everybody can post under it. It would be a good one but what I am afraid off is that they won't even pay attention on my hardwork. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gee~ that's a bit SAD. =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because first of all, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of my classmates were &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt; and that would be the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; problem especially that the forum needs an active e-mail address since joining would have a confirmation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ever-active-IT-student&lt;/span&gt; in our section, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is already a member and replied on the other topics I posted when I made the forum. *Sigh* who else would appreciate it? =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am planning to post our assignment there and projects for the coming semester so that they could check it online. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm such a good girl, am I?&lt;/span&gt; Haha. But I'm hoping to have some help from them. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's the preview:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't elaborate for the banner's creativeness since they won't even pay attention on it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdtITS3jwyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/28xqYZ1a79E/s1600-h/fgh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdtITS3jwyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/28xqYZ1a79E/s320/fgh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321926880987956002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I wouldn't forget to tell you the link. :)&lt;br /&gt;http://bsit1b-0809.forumotion.net/forum.htm&lt;br /&gt;CHECK it out if you want to. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-2240595856432777042?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2240595856432777042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/forum-for-my-dear-classmates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2240595856432777042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2240595856432777042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/forum-for-my-dear-classmates.html' title='A forum for my dear CLASSMATES!'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdtITS3jwyI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/28xqYZ1a79E/s72-c/fgh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-4565382841969561599</id><published>2009-04-07T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T05:21:05.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIESL, a total adviser!</title><content type='html'>Well, yesterday I checked on her site since the last time I visit was when I asked for an advice about my *blushes* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crushie.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, well, wanna know her advise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wow, that was long so I cut it off a bit here. But it’s ok, the additional information was indeed necessary. Well, from what I’ve read, he tends to find ways to see you and basically he likes being around you. That could mean that either he wants to hang out more as a friend, or he has a crush on you, but it is most likely the second one. I think you should help him out a bit, and try to get closer to him as well. Maybe that way he’ll feel more comfortable in telling you straight up. That is only assuming that you like him back (you didn’t say in your submission). If you don’t, then you should give it some time so that he makes a move, and then you can explain to him that you don’t see him that way and that you’d rather just be friends. Let me know what happens. :)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Gee~ that's a bit embarrassing! Haha. Well, that's what she said. Actually, I really appreciate it a lot since I've asked for another person's opinion. It wasn't like her when she tells that a guy really has a crush on the girl. To think that I am the first one from all the girls who asked for an advise to be agreed that my suspicion was right. I guess I am just a keen observer, am I? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking for what my submission is? Haha, it's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;S-E-C-R-E-T. &lt;/span&gt;It was posted on her site though. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-4565382841969561599?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4565382841969561599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/liesl-total-adviser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4565382841969561599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4565382841969561599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/liesl-total-adviser.html' title='LIESL, a total adviser!'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-7561521023319235153</id><published>2009-04-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T10:19:00.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KISSES; =x</title><content type='html'>Haha, what I've been up to this past few days? YEP! I'm absolutely busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KISSING.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. XDD Yeah but it's not the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kissing&lt;/span&gt; you're thinking. =]&lt;br /&gt;Haha, why? Because I've been taking care of the-so-called-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;! Are you familiar with it anyway? Sure you do! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdjbGVxnnOI/AAAAAAAAADw/VVqL_tz2Uw8/s1600-h/IMG0118A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdjbGVxnnOI/AAAAAAAAADw/VVqL_tz2Uw8/s320/IMG0118A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321243861709200610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from our store actually I'm the first one who bought it! =] They we're just that tiny when I paid for them but look at them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdjbGjDdblI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Lm_rrGszMz8/s1600-h/IMG0116A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdjbGjDdblI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Lm_rrGszMz8/s320/IMG0116A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321243865273691730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TOP VIEW =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdjbGRAazeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zaOsTqgGnAg/s1600-h/IMG0117A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdjbGRAazeI/AAAAAAAAAD4/zaOsTqgGnAg/s320/IMG0117A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321243860429098466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah-huh, they've grown this much! x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I dunno why but my first attempt on growing them was a FAILURE. =[ Because as days passed, they're getting tinier! But that didn't matter, I bought another set! And that's the pic. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;More kisses, more &lt;333.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-7561521023319235153?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7561521023319235153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/kisses-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7561521023319235153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7561521023319235153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/04/kisses-x.html' title='KISSES; =x'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SdjbGVxnnOI/AAAAAAAAADw/VVqL_tz2Uw8/s72-c/IMG0118A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-1484692830794936344</id><published>2009-03-27T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:09:43.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and so the story goes. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the middle of the fun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I got this habit, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;acting as a photographer&lt;/span&gt; just for a simple reason, fro no one to notice that I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stolen shots&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khimmy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazry&lt;/span&gt; so that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; can make her boyfie jealous. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I enjoy doing it. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyRVuMlmkI/AAAAAAAAACg/X4NQwhSK6Zk/s1600-h/1_257711295l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyRVuMlmkI/AAAAAAAAACg/X4NQwhSK6Zk/s320/1_257711295l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317785062381820482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I took this picture when we we're grilling our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one and only&lt;/span&gt; viand. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScySMRvkZyI/AAAAAAAAACo/LuGi10G_FW0/s1600-h/1_732767559l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScySMRvkZyI/AAAAAAAAACo/LuGi10G_FW0/s320/1_732767559l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317785999636719394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This pic was to prove that they really look good &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyTHXqOMII/AAAAAAAAACw/zGQ06PCrJ0Q/s1600-h/1_896191674l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyTHXqOMII/AAAAAAAAACw/zGQ06PCrJ0Q/s320/1_896191674l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317787014837186690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was supposed to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fafa xon's&lt;/span&gt; solo pic but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jowell&lt;/span&gt; insisted to let him in, so there it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyTcjixS0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mL4sTAvJwHg/s1600-h/1_206262395l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyTcjixS0I/AAAAAAAAAC4/mL4sTAvJwHg/s320/1_206262395l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317787378804411202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do think that I got a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good shot&lt;/span&gt; with this one. :D That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dagz. &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyUE5FnXyI/AAAAAAAAADA/Zx8CK8t5zU4/s1600-h/1_470976619l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyUE5FnXyI/AAAAAAAAADA/Zx8CK8t5zU4/s320/1_470976619l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317788071782473506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I like this pic too, haha. Maybe because he's doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peaces? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyVQ3jNbiI/AAAAAAAAADI/JzLEFoyXqwQ/s1600-h/1_964633195l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 190px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyVQ3jNbiI/AAAAAAAAADI/JzLEFoyXqwQ/s320/1_964633195l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317789377039789602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stolen. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That's the end of my photography session. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyVyd86KMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jm17IeE5r6w/s1600-h/1_994119437l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyVyd86KMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Jm17IeE5r6w/s320/1_994119437l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317789954283808962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;nope, that's not an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alien&lt;/span&gt;. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I still remember when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Allen&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jowell&lt;/span&gt; had a little misunderstanding. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;It really frightened &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;, girls, when Erickson pushed Allen as if he's just pushing a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyWRvl6HWI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTpFdjLQ8nI/s1600-h/1_641152373l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyWRvl6HWI/AAAAAAAAADY/eTpFdjLQ8nI/s320/1_641152373l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317790491595119970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Allen &amp;amp; Jowell. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Close huh?&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyXH6nGPMI/AAAAAAAAADg/08pjwGc0uWA/s1600-h/1_726800279l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyXH6nGPMI/AAAAAAAAADg/08pjwGc0uWA/s320/1_726800279l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317791422265834690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was the time when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazry&lt;/span&gt; kept giving me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;logic tests&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trio&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't missed to got our picture taken. So...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyXpaq1vaI/AAAAAAAAADo/YHji-iQduwg/s1600-h/1_268523922l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyXpaq1vaI/AAAAAAAAADo/YHji-iQduwg/s320/1_268523922l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317791997807148450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEXY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/5743160659670645718-1484692830794936344?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1484692830794936344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-story-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/1484692830794936344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/1484692830794936344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-so-story-goes.html' title='and so the story goes. :)'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScyRVuMlmkI/AAAAAAAAACg/X4NQwhSK6Zk/s72-c/1_257711295l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-7045222454413262432</id><published>2009-03-26T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:51:27.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>after 17 days, my life has CHANGED. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AH-HUH.&lt;/span&gt; My life is still going on though my blog is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;half dead.&lt;/span&gt; =))  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of things happened and I'm glad I passed the stage of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brokenness. &lt;/span&gt;LOL. X) Lately, I realized that he even doesn't worth my time, not a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single second.&lt;/span&gt; I don't know why I'm starting to hate him but no matter what, I would always put in mind that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really regret those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, I'm enjoying my life as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;single&lt;/span&gt; especially with my classmates who I refer to as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fafa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:P And the ultimate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fafa &lt;/span&gt;of them all is non other than, *drum roll* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Erickson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naze? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Why?) &lt;/span&gt;He got himself those broad shoulders, nice muscles on both arms and legs and his chest we're well-built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvDx12V05I/AAAAAAAAABg/e4zhkIaqvk4/s1600-h/1_505129852l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvDx12V05I/AAAAAAAAABg/e4zhkIaqvk4/s320/1_505129852l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317559046077010834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sexy huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOPS. &lt;/span&gt;I forgot, we changed our location from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paradiso&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Circle Island&lt;/span&gt; but I think no matter where we would be that time, we would still have fun. With those boys' attitude, I'm sure all of us would have a great time. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I wasn't sure if I would come or not since my mom won't even agree of me coming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plus&lt;/span&gt; I would trouble her for money. Haha, but since luck was on my side, there I went, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughing and enjoying the so-called "farewell party."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Putting that thing aside, I had this classmate of mine whom we really hate because we thought his mind and body were nothing but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;air.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woops,  &lt;/span&gt;but that day, we got our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eye check-up.&lt;/span&gt; LOL. X) He's completely different, he was the one who we're busy inviting our classmates to come. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A bunch of thanks, Franzis. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Good thing was, they we're all &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;generous&lt;/span&gt; that day especially &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jowell&lt;/span&gt; who gave more than the said amount  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;{thanks Jowell! :D} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eventhough he's kinda short. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvHb64AEsI/AAAAAAAAABo/lOWsr3pfxC0/s1600-h/1_293924699l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 223px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvHb64AEsI/AAAAAAAAABo/lOWsr3pfxC0/s320/1_293924699l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317563067515540162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really like this pic, that's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khimmy &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jowell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvI5FU9agI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q_jNCS4sRVU/s1600-h/1_249441556l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvI5FU9agI/AAAAAAAAAB4/Q_jNCS4sRVU/s320/1_249441556l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317564668049189378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is Franzis. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt; was the one who brought rice while &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khimmy&lt;/span&gt; was assigned to prepare for the viand and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was the one who brought the drinks. I can't even tell whether the food we're enough or not for everybody but I know they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;enjoy &lt;/span&gt;it, eating in a styrofore using your bare hands. Thinking about it, how I wish that day didn't have to end. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvIJn7M5gI/AAAAAAAAABw/YbpOaWEpxys/s1600-h/1_156426643l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvIJn7M5gI/AAAAAAAAABw/YbpOaWEpxys/s320/1_156426643l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317563852702672386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our food. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; argument happened. To admit, I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pissed&lt;/span&gt; but I let it pass. It was just because she already bothered a lot of people but then all she did was to chitchat. I know she said that she would wait for our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ex-classmate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ehm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but didn't she have to tell it before the two of them got themselves dressed? This person's identity is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hidden. &lt;/span&gt;LOL. X) This problem was somewhat related to the next pic. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvLEkYrwWI/AAAAAAAAACA/T73L319kvjQ/s1600-h/1_419157314l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvLEkYrwWI/AAAAAAAAACA/T73L319kvjQ/s320/1_419157314l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317567064388125026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*zips my mouth x_x*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Since I mentioned a bit about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Franzis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and absolutely about my so-called-sister, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I frequently take stolen shots for the two of them and some were an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accidentally group pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just for the sake of a little souvenier. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvMFoxE5zI/AAAAAAAAACI/odZ2NZFejR8/s1600-h/1_855168187l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvMFoxE5zI/AAAAAAAAACI/odZ2NZFejR8/s320/1_855168187l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317568182255675186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She thought I was only taking her picture so she posed a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good thing that one of our ex-classmate, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ehm&lt;/span&gt;, came to join the fun that she brought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lechon manok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;for everyone. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oishi~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Delicious~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvNSYI4MNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BGKNrPSt_k4/s1600-h/1_711772854l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 157px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvNSYI4MNI/AAAAAAAAACQ/BGKNrPSt_k4/s320/1_711772854l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317569500642029778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Khimmy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EHM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jowell :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, my classmate and our group's leading man on our MV, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lazry&lt;/span&gt;, gave me a lot of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;logic test&lt;/span&gt; and I totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY &lt;/span&gt;it! Haha, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;333MINDGAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvNyJH-kAI/AAAAAAAAACY/DoZhyc_WYtA/s1600-h/1_442722047l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvNyJH-kAI/AAAAAAAAACY/DoZhyc_WYtA/s320/1_442722047l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317570046367535106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My mind won't change, I really think this is a sweet picture. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SLEEPY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;will update more tomorrow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5743160659670645718-7045222454413262432?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7045222454413262432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-17-days-my-life-has-changed-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7045222454413262432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7045222454413262432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/after-17-days-my-life-has-changed-d.html' title='after 17 days, my life has CHANGED. :D'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/ScvDx12V05I/AAAAAAAAABg/e4zhkIaqvk4/s72-c/1_505129852l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-2751639530835571481</id><published>2009-03-10T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:06:43.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leage excitement! (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know if they will be joining or not but I am really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; for the upcoming event.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why? &lt;/span&gt;Because I'll be witnessing another league where in I know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;almost&lt;/span&gt; all of the players and I can cheer whenever I would like to since it would just be held in our subdivision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am expecting a lot of people to be in the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crowded court&lt;/span&gt; like before. I hope &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would be dropping by to watch it since all of his close friends were living here and of course, I do hope for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to join because the last time it was held, he was totally busy with his work, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dancing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I wanna see my brother play too. He had been improving a lot and I hope that they would at least win just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; game. Haha but we all know that our phase had the most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bishounen&lt;/span&gt; overall. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seeing&lt;/span&gt; them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yatta! Banzai!&lt;/span&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/5743160659670645718-2751639530835571481?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2751639530835571481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/leage-excitement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2751639530835571481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2751639530835571481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/leage-excitement.html' title='leage excitement! (:'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-4477702139423901828</id><published>2009-03-08T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:42:38.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excited for later. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We will be watching our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;five minutes-eight seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; video later in our first subject, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;art appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We worked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hard for it so we know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all of our hardwork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pay off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; We posted it in youtube and we we're getting nice feedbacks about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We we're supposed to used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Frankie J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Don't Wanna Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; but it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; short so we changed it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Takipsilim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Callalily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; and it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;suits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; our concept well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We got three days for filming and five hours for editing it. Among other groups, we're the only one who took it seriously, we've been filming on three different locations that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;made a hole in my wallet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, haha. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you're interested on watching it, go and check it out in this link. Just copy and paste it. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGIJ_BYUjYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Staffs and Casts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Director &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Editor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Khimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scene Writer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vanilla^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cameraman: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leading Man: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lazry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Leading Lady: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Joyce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;LJ &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Allen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doctor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nurses: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Vic &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Paula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's not a waste of time watching it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Two thumbs up for our group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a matter of fact, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we will be having fun on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Paradiso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this coming Wednesday and I'm pretty excited about it. Because of that project, we just had a great time together and have that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so-called-thing "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bonding.&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/5743160659670645718-4477702139423901828?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4477702139423901828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/excited-for-later.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4477702139423901828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4477702139423901828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/excited-for-later.html' title='excited for later. (:'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-7572687122815299825</id><published>2009-03-08T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:35:50.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>absolute boyfriend! :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SbP_MU8KVBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cmFmjgfDvpw/s1600-h/zettai_kareshi_138_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SbP_MU8KVBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cmFmjgfDvpw/s320/zettai_kareshi_138_jpg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310868972844504082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just watched something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; interesting today. It's a Japanese J-Drama, a live action to be specific that was entitled: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Zettai Kareshi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Absolute Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The main lead, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hayami Mokomichi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gokusen 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, used to be my favorite character in the said show. :)) He's a half-blooded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Pinoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Nice, isn't it? It was a pretty good show to pay on.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The story goes this way:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Riiko Izawa has never had a boyfriend and she has been rejected by every boy she has ever had a crush on. When she returns a lost cell phone to an oddly dressed salesman, she mentions wanting a boyfriend so to thank her, he directs her to his company's website. When she visits the site, Riiko finds it's a site to create your own lover. Thinking its a game, she customizes and accidentally orders one. The next day, her new lover arrives. Following the instruction manual, she kisses him to wake him up and configure him to be in love with only her. She names him "Night." Three days later, she is shocked to learn that she only had him for a free trial. The salesman, Gaku Namikiri, tells her that she must now pay 100,000,000 yen for Night, however, they will waive the fee if she helps them to collect data about how women think and feel to help perfect future models.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: justify; font-style: italic;"&gt;Riiko must now keep Night's true nature of not being human a secret from everyone around her. She also soon finds herself in a love triangle between Night and her childhood friend Soshi, who declares his love for her out of fear he will lose her. As the series progresses, Night begins to develop real human emotions, enabling him to truly love Riiko but also resulting in system malfunctions. When Riiko almost loses Night due to the malfunctions, she realizes that he is the one she really loves. She apologizes to Soshi, who moves to Spain with his brother. As the series ends, Night begins to grow sleepier and sleepier. The problems developed by his exceeding his abilities eventually causes his machinery to stop working, resulting in his "death". Before he died, he wrote a letter directed to Soshi telling him what was happening and asking him to take care of Riiko. Gaku Namikiri then sent the letter to Soshi after giving Riiko some time to grieve, which brings Soshi back to Japan to be at her side again.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And this is Hayami Mokomichi. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p face="trebuchet ms" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SbP_VIxN_sI/AAAAAAAAABY/yzDXf2urDzM/s1600-h/2752118194_4398c4854a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SbP_VIxN_sI/AAAAAAAAABY/yzDXf2urDzM/s320/2752118194_4398c4854a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310869124196204226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was SO much into it but it frustrated me in the end. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt; Simply because the DVD is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was written on the cover: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complete Series&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully, I can finish watching it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I visited the site where it was subbed, it was stated there that there would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zettai Kareshi Special, &lt;/span&gt;gee! I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; happy about it! Hope I can watch it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon &lt;/span&gt;too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-7572687122815299825?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7572687122815299825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/absolute-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7572687122815299825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7572687122815299825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/absolute-boyfriend.html' title='absolute boyfriend! :))'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SbP_MU8KVBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/cmFmjgfDvpw/s72-c/zettai_kareshi_138_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-2236499242588941324</id><published>2009-03-08T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:04:20.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it matched up well . (:</title><content type='html'>"Today, the truth is too obvious to hide. Your little secret is a secret no longer!"&lt;br /&gt;-- my horoscope today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It completely matched what happened tonight. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Khimmy&lt;/span&gt; read my blog last night and knew what I really felt that time. She asked me why I didn't tell her about it and it's just because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to keep my word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;She asked for an apology in behalf of her friend. I don't know why but I didn't feel any &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hatred&lt;/span&gt; for him. Maybe it was just because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am also at fault.&lt;/span&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;span&gt;She asked me if I'm already &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fine &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I am.&lt;/span&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 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheers for me, I guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ex-best friend'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s birthhday today and I greeted her at friendster. :)) Just sharing. :P&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/5743160659670645718-2236499242588941324?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/2236499242588941324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-matched-up-well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2236499242588941324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/2236499242588941324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-matched-up-well.html' title='it matched up well . (:'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-8366812666139301674</id><published>2009-03-07T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T09:33:30.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>forget and let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Totally unsure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That was how I felt when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; had been exchanging messages. Though he won't say it, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; it because I can definitely feel it. Everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and that's the way it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wasn't supposed to be in his birthday celebration because I didn't feel like going. My friend agreed with my decision, she was thinking the night before the same thing and I guessed that went right. Two days after, that was March four, there is this free concert of the western band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; ATC. My friend asked for my companion but our group have our dance practice so I decided not to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That day, I definitely confirmed it and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I decided to let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. If I’ll be holding on, I’ll get tired and in the end, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I’ll be hurting myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;badly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. From the very first place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; for it, I know what I own and I know what things are temporarily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;What I wasn’t prepared for is my heart to enjoy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. To show that much affection was a mistake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;The next day, the situation is avoidable but I guessed it was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; that brought me there. When we got there, it was the usual thing, we didn’t have a conversation and either I or he didn’t attempt to start one. I don’t know if he wanted me to be there or not but how I feel? I think it’s the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;latter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I prepared myself of the things I might be seeing that night because I told my friend that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it wouldn’t hurt because what happened between us is nothing serious, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and I want to keep my word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I used to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and that was how I was that time. The common question I am used of was asked to me a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; of times; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;“are you okay?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and my answer won’t change; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it was a ‘yeah’ with a smile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I don’t know if it was convincing or not but I am happy with the attention they gave me; I was like a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;child mingling with adults.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; I wanted to be treated that way so I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;pleased.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; girl asked for a companion to go to the comfort room to pee so me and my friend decided to do her a favor. But we found out someone’s using it and she said she can’t hold it anymore so we went out to check for the availability of the other bathroom but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; asked for my pen so I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; left behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That was the time I sat down on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;not-so-long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; chair outside with just me and another girl. After a few seconds, there was this gay who sat beside me who keeps on saying I look kind. Since he’s not feeling well, I kept on asking him if he was alright. And then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; arrived and sat right next to that gay. After a few minutes, he was already beside me. We we’re both &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;That moment, I was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; of what I really feel whether I want him next to me or I don’t want him next to me. Those two choices we’re still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;unanswerable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; for me. But I ended up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;avoiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; him which I think is a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; good decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;When the party was about to end, he was totally drank that he fell asleep on the chair he’s on. That time I wanted to sit next to him and asked him if he was okay but I was afraid that I am not suited for the roll. When he wanted to vomit, I wanted to be there and help him out but the same reason run in my mind so I stopped myself not to do it. When he stood up and looks so much drank, I wanted to held on his shirt and let him sat down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;There were a lot of things I wanted to do but I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;can’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; and I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;shouldn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I wanted to go away when those things we’re happening so that I would stop any desire to help him but I know if I run away, I would just end up worrying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;. I wanted to witness how she would take care of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And that night, I had my final decision and that was to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;forget and let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-8366812666139301674?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/8366812666139301674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-and-let-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/8366812666139301674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/8366812666139301674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/03/forget-and-let-go.html' title='forget and let go'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-7666028390134590151</id><published>2009-02-24T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T08:28:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for me? :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This was the song he sang to me the first time we met after he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to me. I asked him to sing for me and I don't know why he chose this song. (x.x) But I'll admit, I got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt; when he's looking at me while singing the whole song though he's actually shouting just to reach those high tones. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahit Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Muling lalapit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ang liwanag sa paligid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at ang tinig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;na sa akin nagsasabing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi mapipigil ng mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;papatunayan ang pangako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dahil kailangan ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kailangang pakita natin tayo'y iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hindi papapigil sa mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at sa umagang darating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lahat ay aking kakayanin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit ikaw lang at ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Huwag mong isipin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ang mga harang sa atin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at ang ihip ng hangin ay darating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bigla lang ang titigil ang mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at ang lahat ay maglalaho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dahil kailangan ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kailangang pakita natin tayo'y iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hindi papapigil sa mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at sa umagang darating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lahat ay aking kakayanin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit ikaw lang at ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi ko man hawak ang panahon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maging ang ikot ng buhay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;basta't ikaw at ikaw pa rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ikaw at ikaw parin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dahil kailangan ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kailangang pakita natin tayo'y iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hindi papapigil sa mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at sa umagang darating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lahat ay aking kakayanin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit ikaw lang at ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At kahit pa ikaw lang at..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit pa ikaw lang at..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;at kahit pa ikaw lang at ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre  style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[[ JUST SHARING^^ ]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:tahoma;font-size:100%;"  &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/5743160659670645718-7666028390134590151?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/7666028390134590151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7666028390134590151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/7666028390134590151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/song-for-me.html' title='Song for me? :|'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-4161639593959825183</id><published>2009-02-24T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:27:45.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Jealous :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last night, I had a conversation with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maki&lt;/span&gt; on the phone. Haha, I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; with him that night.  He always got this attitude of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please-me-pity-me&lt;/span&gt; while I'm the type of person who isn't worth the attention of pleasing you 'cause I won't. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want to show any affection at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And that night, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;changed&lt;/span&gt; the mood. I became the girl with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please-me-pity-me&lt;/span&gt; attitude and I can say I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;succeeded. &lt;/span&gt;X) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He became like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey kheem, what's up with you?", "can't you see? It's not like that", "hey, what's wrong?", "what happened?"&lt;/span&gt;. Haha, I want to roll laughing about it. I know he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;panicked. LOL. X))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, the conversation ended up well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT HAPPENED TODAY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited all day for his SMS but he messaged me late this afternoon and it's actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blank&lt;/span&gt;. It was the usual &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; anyway. :P He asked me to call him but I was just on my way home so I told him so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, after exchanging a few text messages with each other, he asked me the same favor; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;call him.&lt;/span&gt; I can't really get used to the fact that I'm suppose to be the one calling but I took the choice rather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him calling at home.&lt;/span&gt; I know people at home would suspect. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked me about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend's invitation on strolling to the mall, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to my favorite mall, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;that I told him to my text message when we ended the call last night. He didn't ask for details so I thought it's okay.&lt;/span&gt; When I told him the guy's name... I don't know why but now I can feel the feeling of someone getting jealous. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's a nice feeling. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Especially when he's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pushing&lt;/span&gt; me to text the guy while I'll tell him it's nothing serious but he would still say the same line over and over again. X)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing about what happened today is that I can't decide what wallpaper to place on my sibling's handy phone since I'm using it right now. And then I decided to took a picture of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white pig key chain&lt;/span&gt; I bought on Robinson Imus, where I bought the other, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black pig key chain&lt;/span&gt;, which I gave to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you gift&lt;/span&gt; for treating us that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's the pic of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;key chain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SaQT8jYHT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vEmVs5YbepU/s1600-h/IMG0034A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 173px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SaQT8jYHT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vEmVs5YbepU/s320/IMG0034A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388191958749154" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HP's wallie .. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SaQUUJnWN1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/e9QKYBv-EmM/s1600-h/IMG0035A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SaQUUJnWN1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/e9QKYBv-EmM/s320/IMG0035A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306388597360179026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screen Saver .. ^^&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a long talk with my best bud's boyfriend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Derick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehe, he's such a nice fellow. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SaQU4sU3w7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/V4axQLA5wSU/s1600-h/IMG0029A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SaQU4sU3w7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/V4axQLA5wSU/s320/IMG0029A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306389225153217458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just woke up and took a pic of myself. Haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5743160659670645718-4161639593959825183?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4161639593959825183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-jealous-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4161639593959825183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4161639593959825183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/getting-jealous-d.html' title='Getting Jealous :D'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XI9Mx-GIE7g/SaQT8jYHT-I/AAAAAAAAAAo/vEmVs5YbepU/s72-c/IMG0034A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-4600392485884522821</id><published>2009-02-23T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:58:01.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when I thought it was HIM all along</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Believing someone so easily, I was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fool&lt;/span&gt;. If only I didn't let my heart feel pity for such a guy, maybe I wasn't suffering right &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I shouldn't have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret the day I let him enter my peaceful life which is now completely a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mess&lt;/span&gt;. When he asked for time, why didn't I just let him have it for the first place? Maybe if I did, I am living in a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; phase now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret the day I told my friends about him. For I know when time comes, I would always be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;failure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nobody can understand and know the real me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It was all a DREAM, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a dream I thought I would have forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;know me, na-uh. It wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I should just forget it and let it go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it is the easiest way to let my life be back to its normal circulation where I don't need to be sweet, I don't need to be understanding. Where I can be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I felt is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; compare to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The present I need to bury now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and now it's just the PAST I should carry along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am completely tired of being someone that wasn't me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to stop the pretension.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I want to be ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Do I need to change myself for that simple thing? I really don't open up my feelings that easily unless to someone I know I can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I don't want to tell him how much I value him because I am afraid to get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt; I am afraid of the fact that he's not serious about it but nobody knows that. At a time like this, I can turn to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know I am completely broken and yet nobody's here for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All I can do is to smile and help others out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's the way I used to live now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/5743160659670645718-4600392485884522821?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/4600392485884522821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-when-i-thought-it-was-him-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4600392485884522821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/4600392485884522821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-when-i-thought-it-was-him-all.html' title='Just when I thought it was HIM all along'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5743160659670645718.post-1171344359509575952</id><published>2009-02-01T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T07:35:34.257-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a very fun saturday afternoon :)</title><content type='html'>I got up late as usual and missed my Saturday class which pissed me off. I was walking on the school corridor just to see my classmates passing by and we're ready to have fun. I didn't expect that just by  talking about my aunt's  problem of his son would take a lot of time. I didn't regret that one anyway, at least I helped her. (: right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a text message from Khimmy, telling me to go to her house. Since I am uncomfortable with my pants, I borrowed a few clothes. A pink stripe blouse and a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tokong. &lt;/span&gt;I even borrowed a necklace and it's love love love. &lt;33 style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Comic Alley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutting the story short, Jordan had his new watch. (:&lt;br /&gt;Derick's basketball game was postponed and would be reschedule so he tag along with us.&lt;br /&gt;Mike and Jemai came late and then later on they went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;solo&lt;/span&gt;. ah-huh. Maybe they've gone to a date.&lt;br /&gt;Khimmy was really happy with Derick around. She's really missing him badly these days. :)&lt;br /&gt;While the three of them, Derick, Khimmy and Jordan treat me for lunch. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yipee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lunch we've eaten. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 196px;" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0025.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Derick :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 192px;" src="http://i118.photobucket.com/albums/o84/kheem07cute/Dup1khEEm-0023.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khimmy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5743160659670645718-1171344359509575952?l=kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/feeds/1171344359509575952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-fun-saturday-afternoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/1171344359509575952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5743160659670645718/posts/default/1171344359509575952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kheemyvanilla.blogspot.com/2009/02/very-fun-saturday-afternoon.html' title='a very fun saturday afternoon :)'/><author><name>kheemy vanilla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06768311450483149471</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
