<?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-1230405843229281321</id><updated>2012-02-08T00:02:32.286+08:00</updated><category term='♥ LOVE ♥'/><category term='Marry Me :)'/><category term='video :)'/><category term='from KOW KOW :)'/><category term='kaartehan'/><category term='Korean Fever'/><category term='MUSIC.'/><category term='ako na EMO :|'/><category term='wala lang .'/><category term='movies'/><category term='my labb :)'/><category term='waley lang ;)'/><category term='random'/><category term='kagagahan lang . :)'/><category term='♥EMO.rtal'/><category term='anything goes'/><category term='Family :)'/><title type='text'>Another Cinderella Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3445855747136578592</id><published>2012-02-06T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T21:49:27.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Find someone that isn’t afraid to admit they miss you. Someone that knows you’re not perfect but treats you as if you are. Someone who couldn’t imagine losing you. Someone who gives their heart to you completely. Someone who says I love you and proves it. Last but not least, find someone who wouldn’t mind waking up to you in the morning, seeing your wrinkles and grey hair but still falls in love with you all over again…”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3445855747136578592?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3445855747136578592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3445855747136578592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3445855747136578592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3445855747136578592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2012/02/someone.html' title='someone ..'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8815821561872543064</id><published>2012-01-16T17:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T17:39:33.892+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SANA AKO NA LANG. AKO NAMAN.</title><content type='html'>sa buhay natin, hindi ka lang iisang beses magmamahal, masasaktan.&lt;br /&gt;pero kahit na patuloy kang nasasaktan, nagmamahal ka pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;kahit na magmukha kang tanga, ayos lang sayo.&lt;br /&gt;sinusunod mo lang naman ang puso mo.&lt;br /&gt;pero sa pag-ibig, hindi puro puso. kailangan mo rin gamitin ang isip.&lt;br /&gt;pero kailan ba nanalo ang isip laban sa puso para sa mga taong martir?&lt;br /&gt;oo nga, hawak mo oras nya pero ang puso nya, hawak mo rin ba?&lt;br /&gt;kahit na kasama mo sya, iba pa rin ang iniisip nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL&lt;/b&gt; daw. ang daya naman nun.&lt;br /&gt;yung walang hinihintay na kapalit.&lt;br /&gt;kahit walang SIYA?&lt;br /&gt;kahit gaano katagal hihintayin mo pa rin sya.&lt;br /&gt;umaasa ka na balang araw, mamahalin ka rin nya.&lt;br /&gt;na SANA, IKAW na lang.&lt;br /&gt;na IKAW naman.&lt;br /&gt;bakit ba kasi may mga taong pinipilit ang sarili sa isang taong ayaw naman sa kanila?&lt;br /&gt;bakit ka ba umaasa sa isang taong may mahal nang iba?&lt;br /&gt;ang sakit sakit dahil umaasa ka sa wala.&lt;br /&gt;kahit pigilan mo man na mahalin sya, masasaktan ka pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;laging advise ng mga friends mo,&lt;i&gt; “MOVE ON”&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;gusto mo nang makalimot pero hindi nga madali.&lt;br /&gt;“maraming iba dyan, makakahanap ka pa ng higit sa kaniya.”&lt;br /&gt;marami ngang iba dyan, pero ang puso mo sya pa rin ang laman.&lt;br /&gt;lagi nating sinasabi kung san ka masaya, masaya na ko para sayo.&lt;br /&gt;masaya ka ba talaga?&lt;br /&gt;pano ka magiging masaya kung ang nag-iisang KALIGAYAHAN mo, MASAYA pero hindi dahil sayo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8815821561872543064?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8815821561872543064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8815821561872543064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8815821561872543064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8815821561872543064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2012/01/sana-ako-na-lang-ako-naman.html' title='SANA AKO NA LANG. AKO NAMAN.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7392770336485502910</id><published>2012-01-01T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T21:09:18.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being with the person you like.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you’re with the person you like, you feel as if you’re in a different world. There’s no one else that you’d rather spend your day with than them. You know that spending a day or even several minutes of your day with them will count. You can’t believe that you’re with them, and you’d do anything to make it a memorable day. Each and every time you see them smile, laugh, or even see them be happy, you know that you did something right and that’s the outcome that you want. Being with the person you like is by far the best feeling &amp;amp; it’s always something people look forward to in their life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7392770336485502910?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7392770336485502910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7392770336485502910&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7392770336485502910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7392770336485502910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2012/01/being-with-person-you-like.html' title='Being with the person you like.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8021112994560919541</id><published>2011-12-28T19:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:08:05.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUNG MGA TAONG WALANG LOVELIFE, DI RIN INLOVE, WALANG CRUSH.</title><content type='html'>Minsan, may mga tao talagang pag nakilala mo.. walang lovelife. Yun bang kaibigan, pag-aaral, pamilya at si God lang ang alam sa buhay.. walang “CRUSH” at “LOVE.” Why do such people exist? Wala namang taong ganyan eh pero may mga sitwasyon lang talaga na kung saan, kailangan nilang maging ganyan.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Takot silang masaktan- Yung mga ganyan, tinatago na lang nila yung mga nararamdaman nila kasi natatakot silang baka masaktan sila. Eh di naman nila sinusubukan eh. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REJECTION&lt;/span&gt;. They’re afraid of it. Para sakin, mahirap kung ganito yung ginagawa mo. You can never tell eh. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;It will hurt more someday pag darating yung araw na magsisisi ka&lt;/span&gt; kung bakit di mo sinabi yung feelings mo, kasi malay mo.. mahal ka pala niya. O baka kung sinabi mo sa kanya, matutunan ka niyang mahalin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Nainlove na sila, nasaktan nga lang ng SOBRA-&lt;/span&gt; Pwede na rin to sa “&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;takot silang masaktan.. ULIT.&lt;/span&gt;” And by sobra, I mean.. sobra talaga, as in sobrang sakit. Di natin masisisi yung ganyan. Masakit talaga eh, they may fall inlove pero pinipigilan na lang nila minsan kasi takot silang maramdaman ulit yung sakit sa pag-ibig. Pero sa mga situation na ganito.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;mas mabuting magmahal ka ulit. Eh paano ka makakapag-move on kung hindi mo bubuksan yung puso mo para sa ibang tao?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May lovelife man o wala, inlove o hindi, may crush man o wala.. at one point or another, masasaktan din tayo. At anong maganda dun? Bawat sakit, lessons learned.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8021112994560919541?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8021112994560919541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8021112994560919541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8021112994560919541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8021112994560919541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/12/yung-mga-taong-walang-lovelife-di-rin.html' title='YUNG MGA TAONG WALANG LOVELIFE, DI RIN INLOVE, WALANG CRUSH.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7724934550502096325</id><published>2011-12-25T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:43:47.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday JESUS.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for always being there. Thanks for the gift of friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for every little thing. Thanks for accepting me for who I'am.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for showing me the feeling of being loved.&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for material gift, all I ask for is a gift of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for letting me know how wonderful life is.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the love, care and all the blessings.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas EVERYONE! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7724934550502096325?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7724934550502096325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7724934550502096325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7724934550502096325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7724934550502096325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday-jesus.html' title='Happy birthday JESUS.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7048804736271715195</id><published>2011-12-23T22:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:47:54.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVE ON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Move on.&lt;/b&gt; Continue walking forward and don’t look back. I know it’ll be difficult, but in the long run, you’ll be happier. Move on from those who continue to hurt you. If they wanted you in their life, they would have put an effort to keep you in it. But they didn’t, so don’t hurt yourself anymore. Stop trying so hard to hold onto that person that won’t even give you a second glance. Move on from those that don’t deserve you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7048804736271715195?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7048804736271715195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7048804736271715195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7048804736271715195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7048804736271715195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/12/move-on.html' title='MOVE ON.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7589765142416985243</id><published>2011-12-19T19:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:40:11.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Girl`s Dream:</title><content type='html'>&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Get kissed in the rain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Have that one hot kiss where your pressed against the wall.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Have a guy who thinks she's the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Have a guy who holds on as long as possible when giving hugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who whispers he loves her in her ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Have that moment where you just gaze into each others eyes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When you cry, he kisses your tears away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When you're not with your guy he's all that you can think about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Wearing his jacket and every time you breath in, his scent surrounds you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will watch any movie with her, no matter how teary eyed she may get.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who squeezes her hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who says he loves her and means it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will play her favorite song outside her window.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who is loyal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will sing to her no matter how bad he is at it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will kiss her on the forehead.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will call her beautiful or adorable. Not hot, fine, or sexy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will never judge her for how she looks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who says cheezy stuff to her just to make her smile.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who's the same when he is with her and when with friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who tells her everything honestly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who's good with her family and introduces her to his family.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will always let her win.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who stands up for her no matter who it is against.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who calls her at night just to say ‘hi’ and see how her day has been.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who tells her that her smile makes his day and makes everything better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will sit on the phone with her when she's sad, even if she's quiet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who she can hangout and have fun with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will just randomly call her for no reason at all, just because he misses her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who will hold her hand through the roughest parts of life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who would love her forever no matter the circumstance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who wouldn't mind her wanting to get all dressed up and do her make up for him. Even if he says he likes her better without make up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;A guy who runs his fingers through her hair, like he’s washing her worries and troubles away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt; A guy whom she can be herself with and he will never give a care and would still tell her that she's amazing to him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7589765142416985243?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7589765142416985243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7589765142416985243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7589765142416985243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7589765142416985243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/12/every-girls-dream.html' title='Every Girl`s Dream:'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7793195452556551974</id><published>2011-12-08T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T13:57:36.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired. Depressed. Hopeless</title><content type='html'>I hate that feeling when you randomly feel depressed. There is no warning, no apparent reason. It just happens. You feel empty, and you feel hopeless. And you just feel tired. As if you never want to move again. Then when someone asks you what's wrong, you can't say because there is nothing that comes to mind. Then you start thinking of what it could be, and you realize just how much is wrong. You know that feeling? Yeah, it sucks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; clear: both; height: 0px; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7793195452556551974?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7793195452556551974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7793195452556551974&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7793195452556551974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7793195452556551974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/12/tired-depressed-hopeless.html' title='Tired. Depressed. Hopeless'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7987258169921367197</id><published>2011-12-01T13:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T13:46:43.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE . SPARK. CREATIVITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The love between two people in a committed relationship is one of the most amazing feelings every person will ever experience. But after time things may start to fall into a routine and you start to loose site of the love and romance that helped get you two together in the first place. If you find that you’ve fallen into a routine and the spark is not there anymore you should sit back and think about what attracted you to your love in the first place. You’ll find that it wasn’t the big expressions of love, but rather the small things that helped you fall in love, like your first kiss, your first date, your first time holding hands, your first hug, your first real expression of honesty and love. You don’t have to do a lot to show your love. Do simple things, spend a day laying down, play some board games, take a trip out to the city, go to a theme park, just do simple, cute things that will remind you of why you fell for each other in the first place. You’ll see that by using your creativity you’ll make more of an impact now, than what you did when you guys first met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7987258169921367197?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7987258169921367197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7987258169921367197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7987258169921367197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7987258169921367197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/12/love-spark-creativity.html' title='LOVE . SPARK. CREATIVITY'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6647837097634613709</id><published>2011-11-24T13:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T13:47:53.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, I just need to be alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It doesn’t mean something’s wrong, or I’m mad, or anything for that matter. Don’t assume something’s wrong, because I just need to think. I need time for myself every once in a while, y’know? I need time to think for myself, &amp;amp; make decisions I don’t want anybody influencing. When I’m alone, it’s usually because I need to think about everything that’s going on in my life. It’s a way for me to relax, &amp;amp; settle to the changes that might be happening. So please, just leave me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6647837097634613709?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6647837097634613709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6647837097634613709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6647837097634613709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6647837097634613709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/sometimes-i-just-need-to-be-alone.html' title='Sometimes, I just need to be alone.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1970868873907476821</id><published>2011-11-21T12:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:56:55.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anything goes'/><title type='text'>Girls love surprises.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No matter how little or big that surprise is. We just love it. It makes our heart weak to receive an unexpected gift from the guy we love. We love it when you show crazy efforts for us. We love it when you do things just to show you love us. It’s a plus factor when guys do simple things that can make a girl smile in an instant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1970868873907476821?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1970868873907476821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1970868873907476821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1970868873907476821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1970868873907476821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/girls-love-surprises.html' title='Girls love surprises.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1616119211021855714</id><published>2011-11-17T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T12:42:20.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then you just hurt me again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;honestly, i can’t even understand this inevitable feelings of mine. i can’t comprehend why my heart chooses to love you despite all the pain and hurt that you brought me. i don’t get why my brain can’t stop thinking and setting itself that you are really the one for me. i don’t get how i can still tolerate this pain and still keep on loving you. and most of all, i can’t seem to fully understand my senses from growing fonder, and fonder until i totally miss you and fall for you all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1616119211021855714?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1616119211021855714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1616119211021855714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1616119211021855714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1616119211021855714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/then-you-just-hurt-me-again.html' title='then you just hurt me again.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6907486434002629920</id><published>2011-11-14T16:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T16:44:01.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for teaching me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/13359600/z217004440_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’ve taught me and showed me many things. You’ve taught me I can love, that people can care about me. Or so I thought, you showed me the feeling of being in someone’s arms when they mean the world to you. The feeling of compassion. So many wonderful things. Thank you for that. You’ve also showed me that people break promises, that people don’t always hold true to their word. You’ve taught me that you can love someone more than anything in the world, yet hate them just as much. That just because someone says something, that doesn’t mean it’s true. You’ve showed me how bad it hurts to have the guy you love and thought loved you push you away and treat you as if you are worthless. You’ve showed me wonderful things just as well as horrible things. I do thank you for both. You’ve now prepared me for the harsh world I am entering of two-faced people. People who say they care, but don’t always. Thank you for teaching me early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6907486434002629920?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6907486434002629920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6907486434002629920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6907486434002629920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6907486434002629920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you-for-teaching-me.html' title='Thank you for teaching me.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1186845672851117079</id><published>2011-11-13T12:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T12:27:39.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He made her life miserable.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lu6v5ez28S1qdn6weo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl who used to laugh a million times back then, turned out to be the girl who’ll never even wear a smile on her face. She’d rather have those gloomy looks rather than fake a smile. The girl who used to look forward each day turned out to be the girl who never even want to see another morning shine. She’d rather lay in the bed, cry hysterically until she fall asleep. The girl who used to make some noise turned out to be the girl who never want to utter a single word. She’d rather stay in the corner, put her headphones on and tuned the speaker up rather than to talk with the other girls out there. The girl who used to live life optimistically turned out to be a total pessimist. She’d rather hide with her own shadows rather than to express what she really feels. She’s a total stranger now. She lives life in vain as if she never even seen the vast of light. She lives in a total void of darkness. She doesn’t know herself anymore. It was all because of that single guy. That guy who doesn’t know how to respect and to treat girls right. He made her life miserable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1186845672851117079?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1186845672851117079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1186845672851117079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1186845672851117079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1186845672851117079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/he-made-her-life-miserable.html' title='He made her life miserable.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3866578995498885569</id><published>2011-11-11T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T15:15:37.769+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it’s killing me. sometimes i miss you so much that the sadness consumes me. it hits me in waves, some small, some overpowering. so overpowering that they threaten to pull me under. some days i’m strong enough to fight it. but there are days when i’m not. and i’m there, drowning in this sea of my own sadness, my own hurt, my own pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3866578995498885569?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3866578995498885569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3866578995498885569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3866578995498885569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3866578995498885569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/sadness.html' title='sadness.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4645169883300170678</id><published>2011-11-10T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T15:15:38.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't worry about me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq3kjy767x1qhltlxo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you absolutely destroyed me, did you know that? you broke my already-broken heart and you made me feel like nobody cares when the truth is so many people do. but you know what i just want to say thank you. i don’t regret meeting you, but i don’t wish you would magically come back into my life again. because i believe god gives us someone like this for a reason. someone who will hurt you a million times, someone who will leave you and not look back. but this person.. they will make you a better person in the end. you will come out stronger than ever before, and you will be happier without him than you were with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so here’s what i’m going to do. i’m going to stop dwelling. i’m going to stop watching the phone. i’m going to stop looking for you. i’m going to move on. i’m going to meet people. i’m going to live. i’m going to forget all the nights i spent wishing you were here. i’m going to forget the times that it was just us. i’m going to forget the things that shouldn’t have happened. i’m going to forget all the times i opened myself up to let you in, to only get hurt in return. i’m going to forget how i felt about you. instead, i’m going to subconsciously wait. if you really want me, if you miss me, if you can’t breathe without me, you’ll know. you’ll ring. you’ll text. you’ll visit. and if you drift, if you don’t call, if there’s no texts, if there’s no visits. i’ll know. i’ll know it was never meant to be. and i will continue moving on. and i’m going to walk tall. but in between everything i will forget, i won’t forget the lesson i’ve learned. i won’t forget the feeling of loving someone. i won’t forget the feeling of thinking i’m loved. and i will certainly not forget the hell i was put through to learn all this, to become a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-4645169883300170678?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4645169883300170678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4645169883300170678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4645169883300170678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4645169883300170678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/dont-worry-about-me.html' title='don&apos;t worry about me.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-2929339924585811242</id><published>2011-11-08T21:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:14:11.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealousy</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/17376098/tumblr_luc9nthhHz1r2bgt8o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, don’t talk about other girls to your girlfriend because in her eyes, every girl out there is her enemy. Not everyone can control jealousy, most times jealousy takes over everyone, even you. Talking about another girl to your girlfriend makes her feel like you’ll leave her when a prettier girl comes into your life. Don’t try to get your girlfriend jealous just because its cute. What your doing is making her feel insecure. You need to make her feel that you won’t leave her for any girl that comes your way . Your girl wants to feel secure, like she’s the one and only one that matters in your life . It’s one way she’s able to trust you . Same goes for girls, Guys don’t like it when another guy is involved in the conversation , it pisses them off and you don’t want to over due their anger. Trust me, they will get super pissed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-2929339924585811242?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/2929339924585811242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=2929339924585811242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2929339924585811242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2929339924585811242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/jealousy.html' title='Jealousy'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-2582368182762238168</id><published>2011-11-05T13:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T13:58:34.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Respect a Lady.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpgnr2nJgX1qi3d83o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Treat her like you would want a man to treat your sister, In other words, treat her as a person, not an object. Really treat her like a princess and always try and give her comments that make her feel good rather than put her down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to her opinions or ideas. Appreciate her as she is and never underestimate her intelligence. Treat her as an equal. Call her in advance to make plans to go out and never assume that she doesn’t have anything better already scheduled..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Listen to her and respond in a non-condescending manner. Be there for her if she’s crying or upset by holding her. Compliment her… if you think she is beautiful say it! “beautiful” is so much more respectful than “hot”. Love and learn to appreciate her for who she is, as well as her body type. Don’t try and change her physically, just love her natural beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hold hands with her on the street…don’t be ashamed to be romantic and when you meet up with your friends, introduce her. Don’t ever cheat on her…talk things through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be a gentleman! Look out for her feelings, accept her values/morals, be interested in her life, ask her what’s going on, be helpful, never put her down, if she’s wrong don’t go out of your way to prove her. Be nice and treat her like she is special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t push her to do things she is not ready for. Treat her with respect and pay attention to the small things.Don’t put her down, or make her feel uncomfortable when you are hanging out together with your friends or your parents, Stand up for her, if one of your friends puts her down, confront them and tell them that it is not okay.&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/1230405843229281321-2582368182762238168?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/2582368182762238168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=2582368182762238168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2582368182762238168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2582368182762238168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/11/respect-lady.html' title='Respect a Lady.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1881747266005679290</id><published>2011-10-25T21:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T22:01:29.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Hugs</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqk82pIHNK1qgqoilo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like it when a guy goes out of his way to run and surprise you, to give you a hug. The feeling of being surprised, but knowing you’re safe in that persons arms. The feeling of their arms suddenly wrapping them around you, holding you tightly to give you hug. The moment when you giggle and smile together because you’re just so happy to see that person —because well you didn’t expect them to be there, at that moment, in time. It’s little things like a surprise hug from behind that gives a girl butterflies, leaves her smiling for hours, or keeps her blushing. It’s the feeling of knowing that in a crowd of hundreds, you spotted her, and ran to her like there was no tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1881747266005679290?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1881747266005679290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1881747266005679290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1881747266005679290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1881747266005679290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/10/surprise-hugs.html' title='Surprise Hugs'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-866459654493643987</id><published>2011-10-20T11:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T11:10:34.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping Together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpe264Z5jQ1qdn1pho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;“The True Meaning of Sleeping Together”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Nothing dirty. Nothing Naughty. Just sleeping. It’s just sleeping with that someone and knowing that they’re in your arms and you’re in theirs. They want to feel close to you. They want to know they are the closest to your heart. They want to hear you breathe when you fall asleep as they sleep next to you. As you fall asleep, you want to cuddle with that someone and just the hold them close. &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;It’s that moment where you don’t want to let go and that moment where you don’t want them to forget that this is a special moment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-866459654493643987?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/866459654493643987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=866459654493643987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/866459654493643987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/866459654493643987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/10/sleeping-together.html' title='Sleeping Together.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-78329019510520040</id><published>2011-10-17T14:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:43:16.452+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loigb4R9id1qzh8y0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As relationships progress, we sometimes begin to take others for granted. We simply get lazy, especially with our loved ones. Remember that holding hands, touching each other, it makes them feel loved and cared for, it gives them the security that they need from you. We all have a certain touch hunger, the need to touch and be touched, whether we are aware of it or not. Take advantage of quiet moments when it’s just you two and show affection to one another. Hold hands in a movie, while cuddling, while talking or while walking down the street. Never forget the little things that matter the most. If you are in a loving relationship, make a concerted effort to touch. Touch their hand, their mind, their heart and their soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-78329019510520040?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/78329019510520040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=78329019510520040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/78329019510520040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/78329019510520040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/10/hold-hands.html' title='Hold hands.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8447817852624791108</id><published>2011-10-12T12:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:22:19.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEARTSTRINGS/YOU'VE FALLEN FOR ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lry4zql8ad1r2r7zko1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lry4zql8ad1r2r7zko1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrw4nbILaf1r2r7zko1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrw4nbILaf1r2r7zko1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite Korean actress and actor - Park Shin Hye and Jung Yong Hwa. Played Gyu Won and Lee Shin in this Epic drama “Heartstrings”. I believed that this is the Sequel of the “You’re Beautiful”. The unfinished Love story of Mi Nam and Shin Woo. I know on You’re Beautiful, their love story are not meant for them. But not for this one. Their Love Story must have a second chance. So that’s why this drama “Heartstrings” are made.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Since they had paired in You’re Beautiful the chemistry of them is quite easy and every part of it is Romantic and even the viewers are being able to moved the way they act and especially their emotions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;In You’re Beautiful their love story wasn’t that meant for both of them. Full of sacrifice, twist and turn and a blur. But it is over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Their Love is meant to have Second Chance! So this is it. And in the end of it was Perfect! They didn’t disappoint the viewers and the fans. I will surely miss all of them and of course the Lee Gyu Won-Lee Shin tandem and their quarrel and Love-Drama-Comedy-Romantic scenes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8447817852624791108?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8447817852624791108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8447817852624791108&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8447817852624791108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8447817852624791108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/10/heartstringsyouve-fallen-for-me.html' title='HEARTSTRINGS/YOU&apos;VE FALLEN FOR ME'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7226438655076644526</id><published>2011-10-07T13:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:51:17.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You said no flowers" :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln4hjc64Yd1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys, sometimes a girl just wants you to do cute things for her.&lt;/b&gt; She never says it, but she secretly hopes that you’re the kind of guy that likes to show the effort in a relationship. Bring her flowers, as cliche as they may be. She’ll still appreciate them (and her mom will love you), and you’ll just be that much more special in her eyes. If she’s allergic to flowers, bring her some carrots. She’ll love you that much more because you care about her eyesight, am I right? (; But seriously, bake her cupcakes, get down on one knee.. and tie her shoe. Blindfold her and take her to the mountains above the city, but bring extra blankets. Look, a girl just wants to feel special. No matter how cliche or small you do it, she’ll appreciate the effort, &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;I promise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7226438655076644526?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7226438655076644526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7226438655076644526&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7226438655076644526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7226438655076644526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-said-no-flowers.html' title='&quot;You said no flowers&quot; :)'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3539651164912997450</id><published>2011-10-05T12:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:43:39.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lad8ipwWZx1qzbdy1o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t care whether your voice is hard to hear or outstanding. Just sing to me, I’ll listen. Your voice is my melody, &amp;amp; every time I hear a beat my heart skips to another rate. If you can’t express by telling me how you feel, then turn words into music. Drop words, let music speak. You don’t have to have a perfect voice, you don’t have to try your best to impress me by buying me tons of stuff or even take me out to a fancy dinner. All I need is your voice, your heart, &amp;amp; your undivided attention. Make me feel as if I’m living a dream, hearing your voice, feeling your melody, hearing all the words put into a song coming from your heart. That’s what &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; call &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;music.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1230405843229281321-3539651164912997450?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3539651164912997450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3539651164912997450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3539651164912997450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3539651164912997450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/10/sing-to-me.html' title='Sing to me.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3745268676717442482</id><published>2011-09-29T13:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T13:43:35.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a chance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrulx0O0fs1qzh8y0o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time is key ladies, when you love someone and they’ve broken you heart, you must know when it is time to let go. As hard as this may sound, strength, courage and knowledge is gathered from a broken heart. No one promised that love would last forever, nor that it wouldn’t, it’s just a chance. Life is a chance. Love yourself and hope all is well, not only for you, but for that person as well. Never let bad feelings or experience change the person you are. No one wants to see a wounded person, so understand that you need time to heal internally. There is no set time on when this will happen, but just let it take it’s course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When the time is right, and you feel like you are ready to love again, don’t look for it, let it find you. It’s not about getting over a person, it’s about feeling good about yourself. It’s about knowing that you are the most important and you need to be happy. When you accept yourself as you are and you love yourself for who you are then you will find that back. Never settle for anything less then what you desire and deserve. Love is all about timing, make yourself the best person you can be both mentally and physically. Once you heal, you will no longer waste your time on men who do not see you for who you are. You will see yourself as a beautiful women that has so much to offer the right man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3745268676717442482?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3745268676717442482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3745268676717442482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3745268676717442482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3745268676717442482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/life-is-chance.html' title='Life is a chance.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-9201258402818066182</id><published>2011-09-26T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T23:45:08.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forehead Kiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbqrpedy7j1qb1ifho1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I heard that kisses on the forehead means something, like has that special meaning and this is what I found from a guy’s point of view:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT DOES FOREHEAD KISSES MEAN?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means that you’re the most important person for him, that you are part of his happiness. It means that God only knows the way he feels about you. That he has always loved you, that he loves you and that he will always love you. That he will always be there for you no matter what you say or do. That he will always forgive you.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-9201258402818066182?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/9201258402818066182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=9201258402818066182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/9201258402818066182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/9201258402818066182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/forehead-kiss.html' title='Forehead Kiss'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1830846160731011728</id><published>2011-09-19T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T14:35:53.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to find you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrezebxReY1r148jdo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The greatest feeling in the world is to be around someone who wants to hold you, wants to kiss your forehead, wants to be around you, wants to call you at night, wants to see you smile. But i think whats better than that, is finding someone that does it all, because he wants to see you happy. I want to find the guy who can make me smile, just by the way he says hello when he picks up the phone. The guy who makes my hands shake when im sitting next to him and the guy who isn’t afraid to keep hugging me, when im not really ready to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-1830846160731011728?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1830846160731011728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1830846160731011728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1830846160731011728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1830846160731011728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/where-to-find-you.html' title='Where to find you?'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7892725616256892029</id><published>2011-09-16T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T13:20:04.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE. LOVE . LAUGH</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrgh6uEjpK1qah2fqo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;That pain you feel: that’s life. The confusion and fear: that’s there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better and that is worth fighting for.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The things about life that I’ve learned is that you’re going to get hurt. You’re going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. You’re going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. But you will also have those moments where you heal. Those moments are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. You feel like you’re alive again. Life just kinda restarts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;So smile, laugh, forgive, believe, and love, all over again.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7892725616256892029?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7892725616256892029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7892725616256892029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7892725616256892029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7892725616256892029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/that-pain-you-feel-thats-life.html' title='LIVE. LOVE . LAUGH'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-86093520433652708</id><published>2011-09-13T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T20:32:29.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I had someone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrej2rmKwH1qbpzi9o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder what it’s like to have someone you can depend on. I’m jealous of those that have that someone in their life. Whether it be a best friend or a girlfriend or a parent. I wonder what it’s like to not be judged all the time for my actions and words, or how it feels to know that someone somewhere out there has your back, even if you’re wrong. I want someone I can tell everything to; &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;someone who knows my Starbucks order by heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, knows the difference between a genuine smile and the one I always use to hide what I’m feeling. I want someone who can tell when I’m lying, and someone that I can depend on for small favors and whatnot. I’d want someone who would drop everything to help me when I needed them most; who wouldn’t take no for an answer if I was stubborn. But above all, &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;I wish I had someone who had the audacity to stay in my life no matter the obstacles I threw at them&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/b&gt; someone who for the first time, had the strength to be someone in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-86093520433652708?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/86093520433652708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=86093520433652708&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/86093520433652708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/86093520433652708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-wish-i-had-someone.html' title='I wish I had someone.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3363729642120499852</id><published>2011-09-11T21:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T21:55:44.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EFFORT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmi6hjAi8b1qgfrnyo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmi6hjAi8b1qgfrnyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on .. All she wants is for you to &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt;. To just be there for her whenever she needs you most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To start her mornings with&lt;i&gt; cute messages&lt;/i&gt; that had been sent &lt;b&gt;while she was asleep&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;amp; to end every night to the sound to your voice as&lt;i&gt; “i love yous’”&lt;/i&gt; roll off your tongue. Those days and nights where you guys spend &lt;b&gt;hours&lt;/b&gt; doing completely &lt;b&gt;nothing&lt;/b&gt; but cuddling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her heart doesn’t have a value or price on it. But it does have rules and expectations you need to go by. She expects you to love her. She wants you to make her your number &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; priority. She wants you give her respect and to be loyal within the relationship. Shes your girl, and dont take her for granted, because im sure guys that &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;they can treat her better are waiting in line. Enough with the games and enough with the fake spit. Don’t give her a hard time for something &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; have done. Don’t push her away just because you know that you can, One day shes going to get sick of &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;stop chasing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/1230405843229281321-3363729642120499852?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3363729642120499852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3363729642120499852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3363729642120499852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3363729642120499852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/effort.html' title='EFFORT.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8054980643091896199</id><published>2011-09-07T21:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:25:57.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treat her like a princess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lr3pgt4HUV1qgw7meo2_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, If she gives you her heart and is responsible for your smile, then don’t take her for granted and appreciate her. Appreciate the love she shows toward you and the things she does for you no matter how small, whether it’s a good morning text or a simple “How is your day going”. She cares about you so show her the same care in return you know?, Say thank you and be genuine towards her too. She knows that she isn’t perfect either, but know she is trying her best to be so that’s all that should matter to you. If she is putting effort into the relationship then do the same for her because a successful relationship takes the effort of two people who love each other deeply. Be responsible with her heart, feelings, and smile. Love and adore her, Assure her that you love her with all your heart and that you will be there for her through the good and bad times of the relationship. She’s obviously someone special to you so respect her because she deserves it and she is your everything, your world. Treat her like a princess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8054980643091896199?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8054980643091896199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8054980643091896199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8054980643091896199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8054980643091896199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/treat-her-like-princess.html' title='Treat her like a princess.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7468724959861859702</id><published>2011-09-05T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T15:28:39.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you're the one.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14271973/tumblr_lqvai4s2PW1qbkegbo1_500_large.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/14271973/tumblr_lqvai4s2PW1qbkegbo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna have one of those relationships where I know he/she is the one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;There are many relationships where we just go into without thinking that they might be the one. For once, I want to go into a relationship and just realize that they just might be the one. I don’t want to get hurt, nor do I want to be in a position where I’m willing to get myself hurt by having a relationship in which I know won’t work. Instead, I just want a relationship where I’ll know that they’re the one &amp;amp; just be with them forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7468724959861859702?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7468724959861859702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7468724959861859702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7468724959861859702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7468724959861859702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-hope-youre-one.html' title='I hope you&apos;re the one.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-9029815391229890381</id><published>2011-09-02T15:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T17:02:00.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNTITLED.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11200677/tumblr_lmz30y9FJf1qf2dbso1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'mma blog using tagalog. Sorry for those who cannot understand this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Medyo di ko naa-update tong blog ko, before kasi halos araw-araw yata eh may post ako kahit na wala naman nagbabasa or nagcocomment sa posts ko. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lagi naman akong online. Busy sa pagbabasa ng stories online, parang ung sa mga pocket books. Love stories yung pinagpupuyatan ko, oo pinagpupuyatan ko talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Madalas nga 2AM na ko natutulog kakabasa, syempre kasama na dun ung pagpeFACEBOOK ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sa mga nabasa ko, medyo natatauhan ako. Pero may time din na umaasa ako na sana tulad na lang ng mga ganung story ung love life ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Na pwede din akong magustuhan ng taong gusto ko. Pero ang labo naman nun. Ilang ulit na kasi nya nasabi sakin na hindi nya kayang suklian yung pagmamahal na binibigay ko sakanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;OO. ALAM NYA YUNG TUNGKOL SA FEELINGS KO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Umabot pa nga dati sa point na akala ng mga tao sa school boyfriend ko sya, effort din kasi sya minsan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I mean may mga oras na sya ung nag-eeffort para magkita kami. Feeling ko tuloy dati gusto din nya ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sorry naman, feelingera lang. Tapos ayun, After kong makagraduate, never na ulit kaming nagkita. Minsan nakakausap ko sya sa facebook pero madalas pinipili ko na lang na di sya pansinin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dati kasi tuwing nakkita kong online sya, nagchachat agad ako sakanya, pero ngayon hindi na. Mas lalo ko lang kasing sasaktan yung sarili ko kapag nagpatuloy pa kong makipag-usap sakanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Siguro hindi nyo ko naiintindihan, minsan tinatanong ko na din ung sarili ko kung bakit hindi ko sya mabitaw bitawan kahit na hindi naman naging kami so wala akong karapatan para sabihin na MAG MOVE-ON ka na kasi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Parang di lang bagay sakin yung salitang yun. Mas bagay siguro yung salitang, "TUMIGIL KA NA SA PAG-IILUSYON MONG MAPAPANSIN KA NYA". Kasi never naman talaga mangyayari yun, lalo na ngayon na may girlfriend na yata sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So ayun nga, nakaHIDE na lahat ng post nya sa news feed ko sa facebook. Maigi na din siguro yung ganun kasi lagi akong affected sa mga post nya dati kahit naman alam kong copy/paste lang yung mga banat na pinopost nya as status message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kagabi kausap ko sa twitter ung friend ko na nakilala ko lang dahil sakanya, taga Adamson sya. Tapos sabi nya sakin na iblock ko daw ung lalaking yun sa lahat ng social networks na meron kaming connection. Sabi ko naman sakanya, parang ang bitter naman nun. Then nabanggit ko yung bout sa nakaHIDE na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Okay daw yun, tulungan ko daw ung sarili ko para makalimutan ko sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Di ako agad nakatulog kagabi kakaisip tungkol dun. Affected pa rin ako kapag sya ung pinag-uusapan.  Nasabi ko sa sarili ko, di pa pala talaga ko nakakalimot. All this time, niloloko ko lang pala yung sarili ko kapag sinasabi kong wala na kong pakialam sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alam ko na tingin nyo nakakaawa ako. OO, naaawa din ako sa sarili ko kung bakit ganito ung nararamdaman ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Naiinis na ko, bakit kahit lagi akong nasasaktan eh tuloy pa din ako sa pagmamahal sa kanya, eh di naman naging kami kaya madali lang na kalimutan sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pero hindi ko magawa. BAKIT? :( Siguro nasanay lang din ako na andyan sa para sakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana nadidiktahan yung puso. Na isang sabi mo lang na "Tumigil ka na. Wag ka ng tumibok para sa lalaking yan." Pero hindi eh. Never matuturuan ang puso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Alam ko ang tanga tanga ko pagdating sa ganito. Pero ngayon ko lang to naramdaman, ngayon lang ako nagmahal ng ganito. Yung gusto ko sya na, gusto ko forever sya lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Pero sya, iba yung gusto nya. Minsan nagtatanong ako kung bakit pa tayo pinagtatagpo ng tadhana kung hindi naman sila para satin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Para saktan tayo? Para turuan tayo ng lesson? Ewan ko. Pero sana, hindi na lang sila binibigay or pinapakilala satin para di tayo nasasaktan. Sana lahat ng bagay na nangyayari eh para sa ikaliligaya natin at yung pang matagalan na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Kung pwede lang talaga bumalik sa nakaraan ginawa ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sana hindi ko na lang sya nakilala. Ang bitter at unfair sa kanya pero masakit kasi talaga. Gets nyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;KAKALIMUTAN KO NA SYA PROMISE&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/1230405843229281321-9029815391229890381?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/9029815391229890381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=9029815391229890381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/9029815391229890381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/9029815391229890381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/09/untitled.html' title='UNTITLED.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-2921998895213639463</id><published>2011-08-28T18:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T18:32:14.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUPLE SHIRTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqidu9srW61qav05bo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqidu9srW61qav05bo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing couple shirts are cute. It’s one way of flaunting that you are in a relationship and you are in love. It’s not boasting to the world that you have someone in your life. It’s just a cute sign that the couple love each other so much that they are not ashamed to tell it to everyone who sees them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-2921998895213639463?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/2921998895213639463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=2921998895213639463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2921998895213639463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2921998895213639463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/couple-shirts.html' title='COUPLE SHIRTS.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6768086668086298075</id><published>2011-08-26T00:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T01:39:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SHOE BUNNY GIVEAWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc2uWzdF1Hw/TkQq00_SGVI/AAAAAAAADe8/3I80MDTRduA/s1600/giveawaybanner.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hySLzttXGq0/TlaHDMWbCJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O1r7rKkga0s/s1600/AAA14.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hySLzttXGq0/TlaHDMWbCJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/O1r7rKkga0s/s200/AAA14.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847671880124562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEWRdUGbdRs/TlaHDD2-EwI/AAAAAAAAAck/D0XJI_x004s/s1600/AAA13.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kEWRdUGbdRs/TlaHDD2-EwI/AAAAAAAAAck/D0XJI_x004s/s200/AAA13.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644847669600719618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SHOE BUNNY'S HAVING A GIVEAWAY BECAUSE SHE GOT HER 100TH FOLLOWER IN JUST 2 MONTHS. WOW! I ENVY HER SO MUCH.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ACTUALLY IT'S MY FIRST TIME TO ENTER A CONTEST/GIVEAWAY. I DUNNO, I JUST WANNA HAVE THOSE STUFFS THAT SHE'LL BE GIVING. I LOVE HK SO MUCH THAT'S WHY I ENTER THE SAID GIVEAWAY AND THE OTHER REASON IS BECAUSE I WANNA TRY MY LUCK HERE. LOL &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO ANYWAY, IF YOU DON'T KNOW HER OR HAVEN'T HEARD ABOUT HER BLOG YET, YOU CAN FOLLOW HER &lt;a href="http://theshoebunny.blogspot.com/"&gt;"HERE"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6768086668086298075?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6768086668086298075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6768086668086298075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6768086668086298075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6768086668086298075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/shoe-bunny-giveaway.html' title='THE SHOE BUNNY GIVEAWAY'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc2uWzdF1Hw/TkQq00_SGVI/AAAAAAAADe8/3I80MDTRduA/s72-c/giveawaybanner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1025687796222266178</id><published>2011-08-23T14:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:45:22.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp0h60aohL1qg8cono1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s as if one day you could be on the top of world and the next day you feel as if your world has just collapsed. I guess you can say being in love with someone is taking a risk. You’re risking everything you are, everything you would do for that person you love even knowing that you might not ever know when it may end. That is why when you love someone be sure you be the best you can possibly be for that person. Because you never know, it could end tomorrow or if you’re lucky like some it won’t ever end until the day you two die. I guess a lot of people don’t understand what they have in front of them or even see the spark of love in there relationship until they’re gone. But one thing is for sure, love is a journey, it can be the best times of your life but it also can be the worst. &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Most people say they regret love but the truth is it’s a experience we learn in life. It’s one of the most magical experiences yet, you just gotta make sure it doesn’t end.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-1025687796222266178?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1025687796222266178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1025687796222266178&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1025687796222266178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1025687796222266178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/love-is-funny.html' title='Love is funny'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6822601359290854509</id><published>2011-08-19T16:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T17:06:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>understand who she is and what she wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lcvgsjRtk61qzh8y0o1_r5_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guys, working your way into a girl’s heart starts by understanding who she is and what she wants. Understanding how we fall in love means embracing our thoughts and ideas. Once you can understand what’s inside our hearts, then you can understand our feelings.&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt; Know that having a sense of humor, a personality, a character is near the top of every girl’s wish list. We want someone that can intrigue us. Girl’s adore a man that not only makes her laugh, but keeps her laughing.&lt;/strong&gt; Laughter makes every moment more memorable, so women naturally prefer to keep company with a great sense of humor you know? Each time she reflects back on a funny moment you give her a brand new reason to smile. It can’t all be serious 24/7 life requires some silly time and good laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Girl’s enjoy sweet words, enticing glances, soft whispers and light touches. We are drawn to compassion and kindness, so a guy’s ability to be gracious and humble goes a lot farther than trying to act all cool. &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Trust me, we care more about who you are than what you do and who you know, and what you have. We love a guy who has passion, someone who is goal oriented, someone who can give us a sense of security. We want to feel loved and free but at the same time protected.&lt;/strong&gt; Perhaps the most important thing is to always be yourself. If you have to act like someone else to get her you’re going to lose her once the real you shows up. We want someone who will treat us well, one who will listen, communicate and is the best he can be. Be honest and let her know you’re a keeper. Showing her that you can take care of yourself will show her that you can take care of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6822601359290854509?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6822601359290854509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6822601359290854509&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6822601359290854509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6822601359290854509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/understand-who-she-is-and-what-she.html' title='understand who she is and what she wants'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6986558276718718211</id><published>2011-08-17T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T21:45:44.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is that too much to ask for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lox3oeNODY1qg8cono1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lox3oeNODY1qg8cono1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I always ask myself if I will ever meet the right one.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tend to always meet people. Whether it be at a party or with my friends there’s always someone that just catches my eye. But I’ve never met anyone who stands out from the rest, someone who won’t just catch my eye, but catch me. I need someone who won’t only meet to my standards but to be able to meet me wherever I may go. I want to be able to have someone with me by my side and know that they won’t ever leave no matter how bad things may get to us. I guess you can say it takes a pretty big risk to let myself fall for someone, because you never know how people are these days. One day they could be your everything and the next day could just be memories. No one ever really knows how relationships work nor how long they may last. No relationship is ever made to last unless you and your significant other make it last. If you two are willing to do everything so that the two of you stay together then you will surpass the many obstacles that relationships have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;I’m tired of being single but I’m also tired of being hurt. I’m not asking for love I’m asking for someone who I can be happy with and trust. Is that too much to ask for?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6986558276718718211?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6986558276718718211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6986558276718718211&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6986558276718718211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6986558276718718211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/is-that-to-much-too-ask-for.html' title='Is that too much to ask for?'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3229382299342383335</id><published>2011-08-15T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:05:57.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers and best friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loav5cMCWf1qjmcsro1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loav5cMCWf1qjmcsro1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like relationships where you can be both lovers &amp;amp; best friends. It’s not everyday where you’ll find someone that’s willing to be your best friend and your boyfriend/girlfriend.&lt;b&gt; You’ll playfully hit each other, punch each other, kick each other, tease each other, pinch each other, squeeze each other until they say stop.&lt;/b&gt; But in the end, you’ll hug each other like there’s no tomorrow. You can confide secrets to each other as if they’re the only ones you can trust, you’ll help each other out, &amp;amp; even give them advice. But having a relationship as both lovers and best friends are the best kind &amp;amp; the ones that many people long for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Having a boyfriend as your best friend is like the sweetest thing ever. You can chill, you can get jealous sometimes, you can fight and then make up after, have lots of pictures together, making silly faces. It’s just so nice to have that person who will stay in love with you no matter what happens. And he will always be the one you’ll need and nobody can ever replace them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3229382299342383335?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3229382299342383335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3229382299342383335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3229382299342383335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3229382299342383335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/lovers-and-best-friends.html' title='Lovers and best friends'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1917993395656401819</id><published>2011-08-13T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:49:18.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpl2zm88Jo1qav05bo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lpl2zm88Jo1qav05bo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to spend a day with you where no one will ever interrupt us. I want to lay down on your lap with you touching my face and uttering sweet words that I wanna hear. I want the scene to be romantic but simple, romantic but peaceful. it will be like an enchanted dream came to reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want to spend a day with you. No worries, just fun. Starting early in the day, ending when the moon is at it’s peak. No plans, just what we want to do. If it’s walking around a park, or biking on the pier, as long as we are having fun. We can go to a restaurant to eat, or possibly have a surprise picnic. We could talk about anything. If we’re just catching up, joking around with each other, venting, or just enjoying the silence of the moment. Toward the end of the day, we can find somewhere to sit and enjoy the sunset as the stars pop into the sky, one by one, watching the moonrise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1917993395656401819?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1917993395656401819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1917993395656401819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1917993395656401819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1917993395656401819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-day.html' title='One day.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-82458799986707027</id><published>2011-08-10T16:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T16:17:23.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak makes you stronger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loapgiqmdw1qzjwpjo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loapgiqmdw1qzjwpjo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all crave somebody who will give us attention, affection, and admiration.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In all honesty, no matter how many of us deny it and hide being the “I love being single” attitude, we just want someone to love and love us in return. You definitely won’t find that person on the first few tries. But everyone will find that person, sooner or later. Each ending leads to a new beginning. Every heartbreak will make you stronger and more aware of what you deserve. Sure, high school relationships rarely support the word “forever.” And nothing is guaranteed that the person you love won’t hurt you when it’s over, but if it’s truly love and they are the cause of your happiness, the pain in the end is all worthwhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-82458799986707027?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/82458799986707027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=82458799986707027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/82458799986707027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/82458799986707027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/heartbreak-makes-you-stronger.html' title='heartbreak makes you stronger'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7224572694388224302</id><published>2011-08-07T15:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T15:21:49.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TELLING AND SHOWING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj5pivnO9w1qb2i6lo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lj5pivnO9w1qb2i6lo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THERE’S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TELLING SOMEONE YOU LOVE THEM AND SHOWING THEM THAT YOU LOVE THEM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IN A RELATIONSHIP YOU NEED TO BE ABLE TO LET THAT PERSON KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. BUT HOW CAN YOU LET THEM BELIEVE THAT YOU LOVE THEM IF YOU ONLY TELL THEM? YOU HAVE TO SHOW THEM HOW MUCH YOU CARE FOR THEM, HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU. BECAUSE ONE DAY THEY’RE GOING TO BE EVERYTHING IN YOUR WORLD AND YOU WOULD ANYTHING POSSIBLE SO THAT IT STAYS THAT WAY. BUT THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT THEY WILL BELIEVE YOU EVERY TIME YOU SAY THAT YOU LOVE THEM. THEY NEED TO SEE THAT YOU LOVE YOUR SIGNIFICANT OTHER. SHOW THEM THAT YOU WOULD SACRIFICE EVERYTHING YOU CAN FOR HIM/HER THAT YOU WOULD GIVE THEM EVERYTHING THEY CAN POSSIBLY WANT IN SOMEONE. THAT YOU WOULD DO ANYTHING TO JUST MAKE THE PERSON YOU LOVE HAPPY. YOU CAN SAY THAT THEY ARE YOUR EVERYTHING OR THAT YOU LOVE THEM MORE THAN ANYTHING AS MUCH AS YOU LIKE BUT IT DOESN’T MEAN THEY WILL BELIEVE YOU WHEN THEY RESPOND WITH A ” D’AWH OR I LOVE YOU TOO. ” ALOT OF TIMES WE HAVE TO SEE IT AND FEEL IT IN PERSON TO BELIEVE THE WORD ” LOVE. “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7224572694388224302?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7224572694388224302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7224572694388224302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7224572694388224302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7224572694388224302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/difference-between-telling-and-showing.html' title='DIFFERENCE BETWEEN TELLING AND SHOWING'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6922598039551974674</id><published>2011-08-05T12:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T12:48:22.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES 2.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh033wfGgS1qedq3po1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh033wfGgS1qedq3po1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Memories can be painful. Reminiscing to a time where you were once really happy. Where you felt like you were about to explode from being so full of happiness. You didn’t know that one day you would wish that you didn’t take it for granted. But that’s all they are, just imprints in our brain of what used to be. You can’t change them and, no matter how hard you try, if they really matter that much to you, you can’t forget them. Don’t beat yourself up about it because whats done is done. The only thing you can really do is move on from it. Memories can also be good for you. You now know that its possible to be that happy and maybe one day you can get that happiness back. So just keep making memories that matter so that when its all over you can remember the good times instead of looking back on how sad you were crying over what used to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6922598039551974674?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6922598039551974674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6922598039551974674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6922598039551974674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6922598039551974674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/memories.html' title='MEMORIES 2.0'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6355912343290407444</id><published>2011-08-02T12:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:03:40.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don’t let love find you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lokf1lldkm1qcqwamo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lokf1lldkm1qcqwamo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You let love build when you are with someone. I think peoples biggest mistake in relationships and in love is that they always say that Love will find you and that they all want unexpected love. Well the truth is, this isn’t a fairy tale and nothing is really actually unexpected. You have build that love off trust and happiness with each other, you can’t just say that you two are meant to be or that you two fell in love unexpected. Because you are wrong, true love takes time to build, you don’t just fall into love right away, it is something that takes time to believe. You got to think about it, let us say that you just met someone at the mall or you’re with your friends and one of your friends brought a girl that you like. Well either way, it doesn’t mean that you’ve found your love, it means you found someone. The key is not to look for love nor let love find you. You try to find someone who won’t leave you and at the same time you would want that person that makes you truly happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Love is something that isn’t just found, it is something that takes time to build. It isn’t built on happiness and trust entirely neither, it’s built on something more. But yet I can’t quite explain it, you have to feel it to believe it and when you do you’ll feel like a million bucks. So find someone because you never know, that person you just met could be the one you fall in love with later on. They might just be the person that is everything in your life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6355912343290407444?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6355912343290407444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6355912343290407444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6355912343290407444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6355912343290407444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/08/dont-let-love-find-you.html' title='Don’t let love find you.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6926297828517267375</id><published>2011-07-31T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T14:35:53.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never too young for love…</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkwu1j3oBC1qarmnao1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lkwu1j3oBC1qarmnao1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just goes to show that through all the drama, every mistake, and all the accomplishments, love can always be there. No matter the fights or the disagreements, after looking at the face that makes yours light up every day, you become thankful for having that someone in your life. Age is but a number and if love is strong enough, it will divide the path and finds its way. Having to see all the memories stream through the heartbeat of your loved one, hearing all the sweet sound of happiness flow throughout their body, it’s lovely. The bumps, turns, and detours that the relationship surpasses, how amazing would it be to say, “We made it here Love, why stop now?” Never giving up and keeping the relationship strong, it’s worth every minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6926297828517267375?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6926297828517267375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6926297828517267375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6926297828517267375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6926297828517267375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/never-too-young-for-love.html' title='Never too young for love…'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7683529799633556602</id><published>2011-07-29T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T16:36:14.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear you,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12614580/bedroom-blue-brunette-fashion-girl-Favim.com-116245_large.jpg?1311925861" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12614580/bedroom-blue-brunette-fashion-girl-Favim.com-116245_large.jpg?1311925861" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH SHE WANTED TO TELL YOU ABOUT HER FEELINGS BUT SHE DIDN’T HAVE THE GUTS TO. SHE CANNOT STAND YOU NEGLECTING HER. THE GIRL WHO HAS ALWAYS BEEN THERE FOR YOU HAS HAD ENOUGH. WHEN YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT SOME OTHER GIRL, YOU DO NOT EVEN NOTICE THAT SHE’S FALLING APART; THAT YOU’RE BREAKING HER HEART INTO PIECES. ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOURSELF. YOU DIDN’T PAY ATTENTION TO THE GIRL WHO’S DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE BUSY PUTTING ALL YOUR ATTENTION TO SOMEONE ELSE. YOU’RE RARELY EVEN THERE FOR HER WHEN SHE NEEDS YOU. SHE TRIED TO SUPPRESS HER FEELINGS FOR YOU AND YOU DON’T KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS FOR HER. YOU MADE HER FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU WHEN YOU’RE NOT EVEN THERE TO CATCH HER. SHE CAN’T AFFORD A FEW MORE HEARTACHES. SHE’S DONE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7683529799633556602?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7683529799633556602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7683529799633556602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7683529799633556602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7683529799633556602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/dear-you.html' title='dear you,'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8928165601348849725</id><published>2011-07-26T22:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T22:59:12.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be with you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmk6cp1ybo1qgjsb7o1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmk6cp1ybo1qgjsb7o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to wake up in your room, in your bed. I want to wake up to that view in your window, the one that looks over everything below. I want to wake up in your arms, my skin pressed against yours. I want to shower in your bathroom and wash my face in your sink. I want to make you coffee and have toast with you. I want to read the morning paper with you and drive to work with you. I want to have our photo in a frame at the corner of my desk. I want to come home from work to you. I want to hold you and feel you and love you properly. I want to make dinner with you. I want to do the dishes and sort laundry with you. I want to get ready for bed with you. I want to fall asleep in your arms, and wake up to you and do everything all over again. I want to be with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8928165601348849725?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8928165601348849725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8928165601348849725&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8928165601348849725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8928165601348849725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-be-with-you.html' title='I want to be with you.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-2472670212742021569</id><published>2011-07-22T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T00:06:50.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who's that girl.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12251222/tumblr_loovpz4D501qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg?1311263795" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12251222/tumblr_loovpz4D501qacpy3o1_500_large.jpg?1311263795" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day you’re going to want that specific girl. that girl that knew she wasn’t perfect, but tried to be for you. that girl who wanted nothing more than to be there for you and love you the only way she knew she could. that girl who sees your flaws, but values them as much as your strengths. that girl who still can’t bring herself to hate you, even though you probably deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-2472670212742021569?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/2472670212742021569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=2472670212742021569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2472670212742021569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2472670212742021569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/whos-that-girl.html' title='who&apos;s that girl.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-5434534218040874730</id><published>2011-07-19T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T19:29:26.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a boy who ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12161752/tumblr_lohesxglTu1qcio16o1_500_large.jpg?1311074036" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12161752/tumblr_lohesxglTu1qcio16o1_500_large.jpg?1311074036" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want a boy who will move the hair away from my eyes, and then kiss me. who will hold my hand in line at the mall and make all the girls jealous. a boy who will sing to me at random moments. who lets me sleep on his chest. i want a guy who will tell his family and friends all about me. bring me soup or orange juice when i’m sick. i want a boy who is more goofy than romantic, but knows the right things to say at the right times. i want a boy who will call me 3 times a day if he went away. a boy who will apologize for calling too much, and no matter how many times i tell him its okay, he’d still do it. a boy who will let me gossip to him and just smile and agree with everything i say. a boy who will throw stuffed animals at me when i acted dumb and then jump on me and kiss me a million times. who will bet kisses on who could beat who on at game. who makes fun of me just to make me laugh. a boy who will surprise me with 25 cent ring and we could have contest of how far we can spit our gum. who will take me to the park, put his hands around my waist and give me big bear hugs all the time. a boy who will kiss my neck, just to have a reason to tell me how much he loves my new perfume. i want a boy who, at night, who will dance in his pajamas with me. a boy who will take pictures in photo booths with me, someone who will never turn down a trip to the lake and who will play tag on the beach with me. a boy who could sit with me on the kitchen floor and eat sandwiches. who will kiss me in the pouring rain. i want a boy who would try to teach me how to play the guitar, even if we just end up laughing at each other. i want a boy who will run his fingers through my hair, share his lollipops with me, and get along with all of my friends. someone who would never be afraid to say i love you in front of his friends and someone who would argue with me about silly things just to make up. i want a boy who will take me to target to just make fun of some of the stuff there. someone who will kiss me at midnight on new years and who will make funny faces at me when i’m on the phone. i want a boy who will count stars with me and be friends with my family. i want a boy who will stay home with me on a friday night just to help me make dinner and watch movies together under the same blanket. someone who will squirt water guns at me in the house after i’ve got him soaked. i want a boy who looks me in the eye and tell me something serious, that was also funny and make me promise not to laugh. a boy who could make me laugh like no one else can. i want a boy who will hold me closer than normal when i’m sick, and would play with my hair. but mostly i want a boy who is my best friend and will always be there for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-5434534218040874730?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/5434534218040874730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=5434534218040874730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5434534218040874730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5434534218040874730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-boy-who.html' title='I want a boy who ..'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4152680453531183733</id><published>2011-07-18T12:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:55:55.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DON'T EXPECT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11939282/tumblr_loa6hzrLTs1qcabrro1_500_large.jpg?1310582385" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11939282/tumblr_loa6hzrLTs1qcabrro1_500_large.jpg?1310582385" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I’m not a complicated girlfriend. i don’t expect you to text me 24/7. i don’t expect you to call me everyday. i don’t expect you to put me in front of your boys. i don’t expect you to ditch all your girl best friends for me. i don’t expect you to surprise me with roses. i don’t expect you to buy me the world on my birthday. i don’t expect you to always agree with what i say. i don’t expect you to pay for everything. i don’t expect you to go out of your way and buy all the things that i mention i wanted. i don’t expect you to put me over your family. i don’t expect you to brag about me to all your friends.i don’t expect you to believe i’m the best girlfriend in the whole world. i don’t expect you to stop checking out other girls. i don’t expect you to never mention a hot girl in front of me. i don’t expect you to already know what i want. i don’t expect you to never be mad at me. i just expect you to be trustworthy, to trust me, to never take me for granted like i won’t take you for granted, to always be real with me, to keep equality between us, and to love me. that’s all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-4152680453531183733?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4152680453531183733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4152680453531183733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4152680453531183733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4152680453531183733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-not-complicated-girlfriend.html' title='I DON&apos;T EXPECT.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1846648266862098308</id><published>2011-07-17T19:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:55:17.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqyeceKXb1qe1o9so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmqyeceKXb1qe1o9so1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you miss someone when you feel like everything seems dull and incomplete without that person around.&lt;br /&gt;When you look around you, everything you see reminds you of that person, when her/his favorite music plays, you start feeling lonely…&lt;br /&gt;when you are eating something he/she likes, you start wishing that person is there to share it with, or when you walk the same path you used to walk on together, you find yourself wishing she/he was there walking with you, talking, laughing, having a light yet fun conversation….&lt;br /&gt;whenever you talk to him or her, you wish that moment could last forever, you hate having to go and saying goodbye and you always look forward to seeing and talking to that person again. when you are talking on the phone… her/his voice is still playing inside your head even after you hang-up the phone…&lt;br /&gt;…or sometimes, you simply find yourself smiling for no reason when you think about that person….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, somebody is just right there in front of you or beside you, and yet you miss him or her. That happens when things have changed between you and that someone, and you wish things were the same as they used to…&lt;br /&gt;you look at the person and you start having that “too near yet too far” feeling…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1846648266862098308?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1846648266862098308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1846648266862098308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1846648266862098308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1846648266862098308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/missing-someone.html' title='Missing Someone'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-2295899913087422516</id><published>2011-07-06T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:31:25.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11474895/tumblr_lnmzg3ci801qe0yigo1_500_large.png?1309579313"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11474895/tumblr_lnmzg3ci801qe0yigo1_500_large.png?1309579313" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think everyone has a certain part of their life where they truly wish they could freeze time.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was 3 years ago, today or still to come.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it was just a moment, a whole day, or a whole summer.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has a time in their life where they wish everything would just stop, the world would stop turning and the people would stop changing because to them, at that time, everything was perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-2295899913087422516?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/2295899913087422516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=2295899913087422516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2295899913087422516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2295899913087422516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-stop.html' title='Please stop.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-426485257013383190</id><published>2011-07-01T12:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T15:19:52.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you and I hate it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lman5pwTMF1qaxme5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lman5pwTMF1qaxme5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the feeling of having someone.&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to someone the whole day and night.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the feeling that you get when you start to develop a crush.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the butterflies that flutter around inside your stomach when you have to meet up with him.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the excitement of receiving a cute text and smiling like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this can be gone within a second.&lt;br /&gt;Waking up in the morning expecting a day like the ones prior but ending up crying yourself to sleep over a boy who took it all and smashed it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you can just have everything and have it be all gone right before your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how a boy can just play you all the way to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;I hate how you remember the past and sadness over whelms you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I hate the most is the loneliness you feel months later that have nothing to do with the boy but has everything to do with the memories of joy that you once felt.&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/1230405843229281321-426485257013383190?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/426485257013383190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=426485257013383190&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/426485257013383190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/426485257013383190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-miss-you-and-i-hate-it.html' title='I miss you and I hate it.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8239125390590153480</id><published>2011-06-24T14:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T13:57:38.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take your time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln7pw8E6pY1qfgo5uo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ln7pw8E6pY1qfgo5uo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people will make you feel like you mean the whole world to them, they will tell you things like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I have never met someone like you in my entire life before”&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting to know someone does not take only a week or even a month because there is more to it than just the feeling you felt with them in that whole week or two.&lt;br /&gt;Time will let you decide if this guy/girl really is being real with you.&lt;br /&gt;It’s always good to observe but just don’t assume because that’s how things usually get’s fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take your time&lt;/span&gt; because there’s totally nothing wrong with it at all and realize that you’re the one who will have to live with the consequences of rushing things by the end of the day.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8239125390590153480?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8239125390590153480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8239125390590153480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8239125390590153480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8239125390590153480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/06/take-you-time.html' title='Take your time'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1708953230075282389</id><published>2011-06-16T19:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T19:52:40.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Paolo Feliciano,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252871_192974234084332_192950997419989_468662_3330410_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://a8.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/252871_192974234084332_192950997419989_468662_3330410_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;If you were my boyfriend, I could never ignore you, even if you said you hated me and wished i was dead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd always pick up the phone for you even at 3am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'd always text you first every single day, I'd send you a message first thing in the morning to tell you &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt; and make sure you slept good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd call you every night and talk to you until you were about to fall asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;And I'd even text you when you're already asleep just to say &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;/strong&gt;just incase you wake up in the middle of the night, and so you never forget how much you mean to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd tell you everyday how perfect you are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wouldn't let anyone be mean to, or even touch you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd do whatever it takes to make sure you feel safe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd never give you a reason to be jealous because I'd make sure that you and everyone else knows how much &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;, and only you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;Keeping you happy would always be my first priority. lf you were upset, I'd stay up all night long talking to you to make sure you're okay. If one of my friends had a problem with you or made you feel uncomfortable, I'd leave them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;I'd try to talk things out with you, and if that doesn't work I'd just forget about it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;You mean so much more to me than a stupid little fight. I'd never hurt you, and never do anything you didn't want to.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253979_192974354084320_192950997419989_468667_5009222_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 210px;" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/253979_192974354084320_192950997419989_468667_5009222_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,&lt;b&gt; I love you&lt;/b&gt;. I always have and I always will. I want to grow up with you, &lt;b&gt;marry you&lt;/b&gt;, and live in the same house as you. Wake up in the morning with your warm hugs and kisses. I love you so much that I can't possibly see myself with anyone else but you.&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1708953230075282389?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1708953230075282389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1708953230075282389&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1708953230075282389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1708953230075282389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/06/dear-paolo-feliciano.html' title='Dear Paolo Feliciano,'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7027131531533181865</id><published>2011-06-12T12:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T13:02:01.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fading Memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmmaz5p0rP1qaf7km.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmmaz5p0rP1qaf7km.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still miss you, but not like i did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the intense aching i felt isn’t there anymore. i still whisper your name, though not as often as i used to. now it may be once before the day is through. i still hear your voice replaying in my mind, but it’s fading now. soon, silence i will find. i still long for you, to feel your touch, but it’s not like before. i don’t dream it as much. i still think about you and wonder how you are, but my feelings have changed and they don’t go as far. i still feel you sometimes. maybe you’re thinking of me or maybe it’s just a little memory of how it used to be. i still love you but it’s just not as strong because i’m letting you go now, so we can both move on. you still have a piece of my heart because i always feel you here. now i’m hoping and praying that , too, will quickly disappear. this will be my last goodbye, i’ve nothing else to say. everything i felt for you can now just fade away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7027131531533181865?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7027131531533181865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7027131531533181865&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7027131531533181865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7027131531533181865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/06/fading-memories.html' title='Fading Memories.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4672761449760604551</id><published>2011-06-07T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T17:28:13.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It will hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk9xe6dOpK1qadhwdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk9xe6dOpK1qadhwdo1_500.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Get over him. He's not even worth it. He is not worth your time or your tears. Yeah you loved him, I know that. And I know you just can't see yourself with anyone other than him, I get that. I've been there. But why should you spend all your time sitting at home, bawling your eyes out and wondering where he is and who he is with. Do you honestly think he is thinking about you? No. Sure it hurts, the fact that he is out there falling in and out of love with other girls. Yeah your gonna see him with one of his new girlfriends. Prepare yourself, cause straight up; its gonna hurt. He will hold her a little closer and squeeze her hand a little tighter just because he knows your watching. He knows its killing you; that's why he will do it. Don't let him get to you because that, well that's exactly what he wants. Don't give him what he wants. He doesn't even deserve it. So what if he doesn't talk to you; do you honestly wanna be friends with an asshole like him anyways? Thing is I know you still do. But give it time. Because all he would do is talk about his new girlfriend and just try and make you jealous, do you really wanna hear that? No. Screw him and his girlfriend. He will be sorry. Trust me. When he finally sees you with some other guy who's not him. With that huge grin on your face and your boyfriend holding you close, he will realize how happy you are now. And how happy your boyfriend is because he has you; the girl of his dreams. He will realize the huge mistake he made when he let you go, when he decided to choose her over you. When he decided he just did not love you the same. Trust me, he will be sorry. And don't you sit there thinking he won't be sorry I know you are. But I guarantee you now; He will be sorry. So don't go on spending your nights waiting for that one phone call you know your never gonna get. Or that IM you know he will never send you simply because he likes to ignore you. He like to pretend he does not see you online, he does it out of spite just because he knows its killing you. When he walks past you in the hallways he is gonna look past you, but you need to know he will do that cause he knows somewhere inside you, it will hurt. I'm not gonna lie to you. It will hurt. It'll hurt a lot. But it will hurt even more when you see her name and how much he loves her in his profile. Its all gonna hurt. Knowing your not the girl that's making him smile. Knowing your not the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last before he goes to sleep. Knowing your not the face on his background of his phone. Knowing you wont be spending every single moment possible with him. Knowing there's not gonna be no more late night phone calls arguing about who loves the most. And you know what, today, tomorrow, next week, months from now; your phone will go off with a text message, you will instantly grab your phone hoping its him saying he wants to give your relationship another shot. But trust me; hes got too much pride. Even if he wanted to be back with you, he wouldn't tell you. Your soon gonna realize he doesn't care about you anymore and he won't be the first person you call when you're upset. He won't be the one to put that smile back on your face. And yeah its gonna hurt; its gonna hurt a lot. But you know what your gonna do? Your gonna hold your head up. Your gonna show him your better than him and you don't need him in your life. Your gonna prove to him that he made the biggest mistake of his life letting you go and that you never really needed him anyways.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-4672761449760604551?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4672761449760604551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4672761449760604551&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4672761449760604551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4672761449760604551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/06/it-will-hurt.html' title='It will hurt.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6946705901518019115</id><published>2011-06-03T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T20:27:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling out of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvfrQJoS2lg/TejSIlPKNVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QAT0IwLibPs/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvfrQJoS2lg/TejSIlPKNVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QAT0IwLibPs/s320/aaa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613967980393805138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people fall in love, they do so for a number of reasons. For some people it is because they are lonely, and they have been longing to meet someone that they can talk to and spend time with at an intimate level. Though they might have friends, they feel their life is incomplete until they meet that someone. And once they meet that someone, they discover that they really didn’t need that person. They realize that they can stand up on their own. What they were looking for, they already had. They just never realized that. Thus they fell in love for the wrong reason and once that reason is fulfilled, they fall out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s very easy nowadays to fall in lust and mistake that for being in love. And once that lusting desire is over, you fall out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people, who fall in love due to chemistry and not commitment, are the ones that end up being in love with so many different people time after time. As soon as the chemistry goes, they fall out of love and move on to the next person they have chemistry with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry is just the anticipation of sex. It won’t last forever. When you meet someone new, there is always the adrenaline rush, especially if you have things in common. Your body identifies with that person and once you are relaxed and comfortable with the person. Your desire to have sex with that person arises and that would end up to be a one night stand or several nights stands depending on how satisfied you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason why people fall out of love is due to their expectations not having been met. When they fell in love, they had high expectations depending on what they wanted. But after some time in the relationship they discover that their expectations are not being met. Maybe they wanted someone who would compliment them and appreciate them, but this is not the case. Instead they have someone calling them names and disrespecting them. After they have had enough, they fall out of love with that person and move on to a different relationship with someone that meets their needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason why people fall out of love is mistreatment by their partner. When they first meet someone he is so good, so sweet and kind. But after some time they change. The person then can’t take this anymore and falls out of love and moves on with their life and find someone who treats them better. Nobody wants to be mistreated though some people will tolerate it for a while. But just because they tolerate it, doesn’t mean they enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys especially, tend to be sweet at first and later change into mean ones. These guys that do, that are already mean but pretend to be sweet when they meet a girl and once the girl is attached to them, their true self is revealed, since they can’t pretend forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least the reason why people fall out of love is because they weren’t in love in the first place. There was no commitment; there was just the idea. The idea of being in love seems awesome but it takes work to stay in love. You have to keep doing good. You have to keep appreciating your partner. You have to keep supporting your partner even when the times are tough you have to hang in there and stick together and solve problems together and enjoy victories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in love is so much publicized that a lot of people go into it without fully realizing what they are doing. They don’t really know the true meaning of being in love. They think of it as a candy shop, where you walk in when there’s candy and don’t go there when there’s no candy. With being in love, you walk in when there’s candy (chemistry) and even when there’s no candy (chemistry) you still stay until the candy (chemistry) is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry doesn’t last forever but being in love does. Chemistry contributes to the relationship being exciting, but love sustains the relationship and keeps it going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loss of chemistry is normally due to other commitments that take away the time for sex or a change in appearance of your partner. All these can be worked out by spending more romantic time together. The thing you liked about your partner at the beginning of the relationship should continue throughout the relationship. Relationships are about spending time together. Most relationships end because of lack of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people fall in love for the right reasons and commit to it and build their relationship and keep on spending time together and supporting each other, then they will stay in love much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have different upbringings and thus different goals and expectations. This is why when they first meet someone new, they want to get to know them and see if they are on the same wavelength. The more things in common you have with someone the better the relationship. Communication is the key to any relationship. Couples that talk stay in love and couples who don’t talk stay out of love’. Thus when you meet someone new you have to know them first. Before there is contact of the genitals, there should be contact of the minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful relationships are based on trust, honesty, love, tolerance, sharing and forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationship breakdown is normally due to lack of one or more of these things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6946705901518019115?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6946705901518019115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6946705901518019115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6946705901518019115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6946705901518019115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/06/falling-out-of-love.html' title='Falling out of love'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NvfrQJoS2lg/TejSIlPKNVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/QAT0IwLibPs/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6952091254953435739</id><published>2011-05-26T19:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:59:05.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being in a relationship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf746t939g1qcv9d7o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lf746t939g1qcv9d7o1_500.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not about the labels or becoming official. It’s about getting to know someone well enough to develop genuine feelings for them. It’s about being understanding and forgiving when situations are at their worst. It’s about loving someone, not for what they have to offer but who they are. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s never about blaming your significant other for not treating you like how you want to be treated, it’s about how hard they try to keep you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6952091254953435739?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6952091254953435739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6952091254953435739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6952091254953435739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6952091254953435739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/05/being-in-relationship.html' title='Being in a relationship.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-2554181871381144489</id><published>2011-05-16T16:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T17:55:17.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvXiRHyyIWM/TdDz8BP9afI/AAAAAAAAAZA/c2wqq4nh6EI/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvXiRHyyIWM/TdDz8BP9afI/AAAAAAAAAZA/c2wqq4nh6EI/s320/aaa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607249748529342962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I observe my daily routine, something strikes my mind. I’m lucky, lucky to be blessed, lucky to have a home, friends, and family but I get up every morning and go to bed every night with this feeling that something is missing, but I don’t know what and I don’t know why. All I know, is that this emptiness is just killing me and I can’t do anything; not even cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I ask God to mould me into a godly woman for when the time is right, an amazing, Jesus-loving man will walk into my life, or, he might already be in it but when the time is right, we will make that decision to spend the rest of our lives together, loving God. I’m praying for his heart everyday and I’m praying for his soul because he will be mine, and I will be his and we both will live to honour God together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-2554181871381144489?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/2554181871381144489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=2554181871381144489&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2554181871381144489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2554181871381144489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/05/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvXiRHyyIWM/TdDz8BP9afI/AAAAAAAAAZA/c2wqq4nh6EI/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7785548051823359435</id><published>2011-05-11T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T14:44:27.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqqeU84zkbk/Tcovm1mVuVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/MLFOqYzuAPs/s1600/bbb1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqqeU84zkbk/Tcovm1mVuVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/MLFOqYzuAPs/s320/bbb1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605345030485424466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Parents always tell us not to focus on relationships because&lt;b&gt; they aren’t important at our age and we should wait until we’re done with school to find someone,&lt;/b&gt; right now it’ll only &lt;i&gt;distract you&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But by that time comes, we aren’t young anymore. I think the best part about being young and in love is how deeply we feel. When you find someone you really like, you get really excited and jittery just to hear their voice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That moment where your &lt;b&gt;heart stops&lt;/b&gt; when you finally have the guts to tell them you like them. You think about their every feature and every moment you spend together and it just makes you feel &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; inside. That first kiss is like nothing you could ever explain, it’s too good to be true. But teenage love is like a roller coaster. It’s cliche but so true at the same time. You fight and scream and yell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You’re whole body just feels &lt;b&gt;weak&lt;/b&gt;, with your heart hanging heavily. You fall asleep crying, thinking that nothing could be worse, feeling like you’ve hit rock bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like I said before, we feel everything so deeply, even the pain. We let ourselves get hurt because we never knew how hard we would fall. We were so ignorant of the consequences. Yet you should be thankful to have the ability to feel that hurt, that you found someone that could actually make you feel that way. For some people its too late… because in those years that we have, where we laugh and cry, we learn to love and be strong. Some of us built these walls up because they learned too early how to be strong. Don’t take these years for granted because you will never get them back and there’s a possibility you may never feel the same again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-7785548051823359435?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7785548051823359435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7785548051823359435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7785548051823359435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7785548051823359435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/05/teenage-love.html' title='Teenage love.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqqeU84zkbk/Tcovm1mVuVI/AAAAAAAAAY4/MLFOqYzuAPs/s72-c/bbb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3516463311584248820</id><published>2011-05-08T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T16:41:20.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 467px; height: 181px;" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lks1yzkaUm1qasc86o1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry if sometimes I'm disobeying you. Sorry if I'm not a perfect child and sometimes i lied to you. Sorry if I've shouted at you, or sometimes in the back of my head I almost wanted you to be gone when you yell at me and scold at me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sorry if I'm hardheaded. Sorry if sometimes I'm lazy, that I don't do chores at home. Sorry for everything I did wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I thank you for making me live in this planet, cause with out you I'm not here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thank you for feeding me, taking care of me, sheltering me and loving me. Thank you for giving me the best things in life even it's hard. Thank you for teaching me the right things and manners. Thank you mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Don't worry, i'll take care of you too when you're old. :)) hihih .. And the things that you taught me, i'll always keep it in my brain cause I know, you don't want me to be at worst. I am guilty for all. You're very important to me like a pearl that i really treasure. I'm not real sure what will happen to me when you're gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS. I'll make you proud, soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3516463311584248820?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3516463311584248820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3516463311584248820&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3516463311584248820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3516463311584248820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/05/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom,'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-690355460901755534</id><published>2011-05-02T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:07:49.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXjZD_DkiH8/Tb5XhgykFjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/40Ybdnjpfe8/s1600/aaa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXjZD_DkiH8/Tb5XhgykFjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/40Ybdnjpfe8/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602011219744790066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; It’s amazing how memories could just come and go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We’ll forget about what happened in the past for a while,  and one day, it could suddenly just hit us all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we’re there &lt;b&gt;breaking down&lt;/b&gt; because we begin to remember all the things we did, the feelings that we had, the smiles that we gave, and the laughs that we shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everything that made us happy… is all just a memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Looking back&lt;/b&gt; sucks, but then again, it just reminds us how strong we are to have gotten through what we went through. They are what made us who we are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-690355460901755534?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/690355460901755534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=690355460901755534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/690355460901755534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/690355460901755534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/05/memories.html' title='MEMORIES.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DXjZD_DkiH8/Tb5XhgykFjI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/40Ybdnjpfe8/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6244693593121500428</id><published>2011-04-26T18:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:35:10.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Do you ever wonder?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ4GqZZq_JQ/TbagDHh1zZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3nHqeEJthp0/s1600/aaa1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ4GqZZq_JQ/TbagDHh1zZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3nHqeEJthp0/s320/aaa1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599839162102828434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kind of messed up, isn't it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant anything to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if I ever cross your mind. We may not talk as much as we used to or be as tight anymore, but I still care about you. Even though it seems like we both went our separate ways, I’m still waiting for the day we cross paths so we can catch up on small talk. All we seem to do now is walk right passed each other as if we never met. Occasionally we’ll say hi to each other, but that’s as far as it goes until we’re back to being strangers. And sometimes I purposely avoid making eye contact with you since there’s nothing left to look at. It’s not that I don’t notice you, I just can’t look at you the same way without realizing that things are never going to be the same again. If one day you decide to run back to me, I would have probably moved on already. And if you don’t, I hope you’re happy. You know what hurts more than someone you really care about hurt you? Having them hurt you without even realizing what they did in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you ever wonder?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean, about us. What happened? It was almost as if our relationship was a piece of paper that was crumpled up, thrown away, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; forgotten. What might have happened if we didn’t crumple it up &amp;amp;&amp;amp; throw it away? Maybe we would still be together. Maybe secretly we haven’t thrown it away yet. Maybe we’re saving it because we’re hoping maybe someday we can pull it out of our pockets &amp;amp;&amp;amp; rekindle what we once had. Maybe it’s not even that we want it back, maybe it’s just that we don’t want to lose what we had. I wonder that a lot &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I wonder if you wonder sometimes too.&lt;/div&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/1230405843229281321-6244693593121500428?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6244693593121500428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6244693593121500428&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6244693593121500428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6244693593121500428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-you-ever-wonder.html' title='Do you ever wonder?'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ4GqZZq_JQ/TbagDHh1zZI/AAAAAAAAAYI/3nHqeEJthp0/s72-c/aaa1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-9213622557657719587</id><published>2011-04-19T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:35:10.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Dear beautiful girls,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Whx-9vNW_U/Ta0l4o0ExiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aqQULHRJl9s/s1600/aaa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Whx-9vNW_U/Ta0l4o0ExiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aqQULHRJl9s/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597171566850131490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you don’t need a guy who treats you like shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you don’t deserve a guy who keeps you up at night just because you’re waiting for them to respond to your text.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you don’t need to stay up waiting for him to call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you shouldn’t have to second guess him when he’s with other people, other girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you love him, then you need to trust him. that’s a must. you can’t love someone, and not trust them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what you do deserve is a guy who treats you like you’ve never been treated before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you deserve a guy who will be the one that stays awake at night thinking about you, and how perfect you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you deserve to have that happily ever after. every girl that’s been hurt before deserves that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-9213622557657719587?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/9213622557657719587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=9213622557657719587&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/9213622557657719587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/9213622557657719587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/dear-beautiful-girls.html' title='Dear beautiful girls,'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Whx-9vNW_U/Ta0l4o0ExiI/AAAAAAAAAX4/aqQULHRJl9s/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8504348036676138420</id><published>2011-04-16T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:35:10.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Relationship tip: Don’t keep your girl waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXbatMDJDF8/TakuMVbpmqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EZGqh_5epOA/s1600/aaa1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXbatMDJDF8/TakuMVbpmqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EZGqh_5epOA/s320/aaa1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596054801430977186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t keep her waiting. If you’ve told her that you’ll be there to see her then you better be there to see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you tell her that she expects you to arrive at her doorstep and greet her with a big kiss and a long hug. If you don’t then of course she will worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give her what she expects if possible. You may just might make the relationship that much stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don’t keep her waiting. If you’re running late or ran into some problems then be straight up and tell her. Don’t be ignorant and not reply to her texts/calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take the extra minute to let her know that you’re running late and she’ll give you the extra comfort and care you expect as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8504348036676138420?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8504348036676138420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8504348036676138420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8504348036676138420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8504348036676138420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/relationship-tip-dont-keep-your-girl.html' title='Relationship tip: Don’t keep your girl waiting.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VXbatMDJDF8/TakuMVbpmqI/AAAAAAAAAXw/EZGqh_5epOA/s72-c/aaa1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4743680325119786248</id><published>2011-04-14T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:35:10.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Soul mate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCpZ3Lu1w3M/TaatJ9eKKfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_PfnxFD35xo/s1600/aaa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCpZ3Lu1w3M/TaatJ9eKKfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_PfnxFD35xo/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595349973685905906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is a soul mate and how do you know when you’ve found yours?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soul Mate is an ancient concept. One period of a soul life, male and female souls were joined together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your soul mate is the “&lt;b&gt;other you&lt;/b&gt;”. This will be the one you spend the rest of your life loving, and getting to know. Your heart will tell you that this man, or this woman, is the one with whom you feel most complete with, the one you feel bonded to. You will still argue and fight, but you will also complete each others sentences and instinctively understand the others feelings. This is the person you look for all your life, and no matter when you find them,&lt;i&gt; they are always worth the wait.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How do you find one? The answer to that is, “&lt;b&gt;You don’t find them, they find you!&lt;/b&gt;” If you are looking for that “soul mate,” the BEST thing you can do is work on making sure you are the RIGHT person for that soul mate, even and especially if you haven’t met them yet… Don’t waste time making sure that the other person is right for you, wondering if the person you are looking at right now is that “soul mate…” You have to work on you being the soul mate for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-4743680325119786248?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4743680325119786248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4743680325119786248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4743680325119786248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4743680325119786248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/soul-mate.html' title='Soul mate'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCpZ3Lu1w3M/TaatJ9eKKfI/AAAAAAAAAXo/_PfnxFD35xo/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1152411785633957305</id><published>2011-04-11T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:35:10.969+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>All I want is YOU.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNBqoKe0WgE/TaLE8X1iljI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KGi8lbwnbT0/s1600/aaa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNBqoKe0WgE/TaLE8X1iljI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KGi8lbwnbT0/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594250228617352754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I want is to have someone who will stay no matter how hard it is to be with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And when I found that someone, I’ll make sure I’ll return his love for me equally and that I will treat him the same as he will treat me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will forever cherish our moments together and as long as there’s “US”, I will see to it that no one can ever take him away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-1152411785633957305?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1152411785633957305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1152411785633957305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1152411785633957305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1152411785633957305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/all-i-want-is-you.html' title='All I want is YOU.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VNBqoKe0WgE/TaLE8X1iljI/AAAAAAAAAXg/KGi8lbwnbT0/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4094311321146267405</id><published>2011-04-08T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:35:10.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Be thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvTImY_e_mM/TZ6YPfatQWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IUQYRLsOGHQ/s1600/aaa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvTImY_e_mM/TZ6YPfatQWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IUQYRLsOGHQ/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593075179139711330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Enjoy the moments when you’re in love. Be thankful that there is someone who cares and loves you. Think of all the lonely people of the world. Think of all the people who are on the brink of suicide because they think nobody cares. Think about the children yearning for a parent’s love. Whoever you are with or how imperfect they may be, learn to accept who they are. You may never know how lucky you are until you lose them.&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/1230405843229281321-4094311321146267405?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4094311321146267405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4094311321146267405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4094311321146267405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4094311321146267405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/be-thankful.html' title='Be thankful.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GvTImY_e_mM/TZ6YPfatQWI/AAAAAAAAAXY/IUQYRLsOGHQ/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6611226134661098537</id><published>2011-04-04T17:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:35:10.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>via mobile web</title><content type='html'>Someone broke into our house last night while we were sleeping .&lt;br /&gt;When my brother woke up, he was looking for his iPHONE and ask my cousin to dialed his number.&lt;br /&gt;My mother ask him when was the last time he used it and my brother said 'last night'.&lt;br /&gt;I was actually taking a bath that time and after hearing their conversation, my heart beats faster and I immediately ask if my laptop was still there.&lt;br /&gt;My brother said that when he woke up, he saw that our window was open.&lt;br /&gt;He stole my laptop, my brother's iPHONE and one of his hard disk .. Good thing that he didn't stole my brother's DSLR and my digicam to think that it was all there together with the other gadgets that was being stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not going to blog most of the time, and I'm pretty sure that I will not be able to visit your sites. I'm sorry! I'm using my cellphone for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WANTED : someone who can give me a laptop. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6611226134661098537?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6611226134661098537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6611226134661098537&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6611226134661098537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6611226134661098537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/via-mobile-web.html' title='via mobile web'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4389931383161473343</id><published>2011-04-03T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:40:01.153+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marry Me :)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I’m Going To Marry You Someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_ntwA-tDYE/TZCtFAaCpwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARYSVqEkC44/s1600/aaa1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_ntwA-tDYE/TZCtFAaCpwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARYSVqEkC44/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589157439086962434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew from the moment I met you, &lt;b&gt;you where the man that I would spend the rest of my life with. &lt;/b&gt;I have had feelings for other boys, But I have never felt this way before. We have our challenges in this relationship but we overcome them because of the love we share. We argue all the time and sometimes we even breakup, but through everything we go through I never once stopped loving you.&lt;i&gt; You truly are too good to be true.&lt;/i&gt; I know that I could tell you my deepest secret in this world and you will never repeat it to anyone else. You are something like my place of comfort, whenever I’m feeling down you can say two words and my whole world brightens up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I have faith that &lt;b&gt;we will someday get married and have children together and spend the rest of our lives with each other. &lt;/b&gt;And for some reason if we don’t I want you to know that at this exact moment you mean everything to me, People can say we’re too young to know what love is, but I’ve never seen a woman look at a man the way I look at you. We have something really special together that is way deeper than love. You should know that despite what happens between us after today, you have my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-4389931383161473343?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4389931383161473343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4389931383161473343&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4389931383161473343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4389931383161473343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-going-to-marry-you-someday.html' title='I’m Going To Marry You Someday'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e_ntwA-tDYE/TZCtFAaCpwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ARYSVqEkC44/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-592732853123584611</id><published>2011-04-01T13:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:39:12.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>15 MUST-KNOW FACTS ABOUT BOYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;[sabi nya : ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Madali kaming mag-selos&lt;/b&gt; - Hindi naman nawawala sa lalaki ang mabilis na pagseselos. Hindi mawawala saming mga lalaki ang magselos.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Umiiyak din kami&lt;/b&gt; - Madami kasing tao ang inaakalang hindi kami umiiyak kapag nagkakaroon ng away o LQ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Nauubusan din kami ng pera&lt;/b&gt; - Hindi porke’t kami ang labas ng labas ng pera eh, mayaman na kami at hindi kami nauubusan ng pera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Mahilig kami sa Online Game &lt;/b&gt;- Tanggapin nyo na, na hindi mawawala samin ang mawili sa mga online games (esp: Dota).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. Kapag tumahimik kami, madalas may nararamdaman kami&lt;/b&gt; - Nahihiya lang kaming magsalita ng hinanakit o nararamdaman namin. Pero madalas nasasaktan din naman kami, kung si Superman nga may kahinaan, pano pa kaya kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. Gusto namin na nilalambing kami &lt;/b&gt;-Kailangan naman nilalambing nyo kami, lalo na kapag nagkakaroon tayo ng away, hindi yung lagi nalang kami ng kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. Gusto naming pinagluluto kami&lt;/b&gt; -Madalas kasi kaming mag daydream kaya, iisipin namin kayo na ang FM (Future Misis) namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. Gusto naming kinakantahan kami&lt;/b&gt; -Lalo na kapag wala kami sa mood, na tanging boses nyo lang ang makakapagpa-kalma sa amin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. Hindi pa talaga kami maliligo, kapag sinabi namin na “maliligo na ako.”&lt;/b&gt; - Karamihan sa’ming mga lalaki ganyan. Do I need to elaborate this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. Nawawala rin kami sa mood &lt;/b&gt;- Hindi lang babae ang pwedeng mawala sa mood, isipin nyo rin naman kaming mga lalaki. Paano nalang pala kung nireregla rin pala kami?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. Palabiro kami&lt;/b&gt; - Kaya kung may masabi man kaming hindi maganda o hindi ganoong kanais-nais pagpapasensyahan nyo naman kami.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;12. Hindi nyo mawawala sa’min ang pagka-Vain &lt;/b&gt;- Yung pagtingin tingin namin sa salamin o pag-aayos namin. Syempre nacoconcious din kami sa iisipin ng ibang tao sa’min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;13. Mahilig din kaming makinig ng love songs &lt;/b&gt;- Kaya wag nyo namang iisipin na bakla kami dahil nakikinig kami ng love songs. Madalas yun ang nagpapakalma sa’min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;14. May insecurities din kami&lt;/b&gt; -Kaya wag nyo kaagad kaming jinujudge dahil sa mga nakikita nyo sa amin. O kung napapaisip kami ng hindi maganda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;15. Kapag inaasar namin ang mga babae madalas may gusto kami sakanya&lt;/b&gt; -Kaya wag kayong nagagalit kapag inaasar namin kayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-592732853123584611?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/592732853123584611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=592732853123584611&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/592732853123584611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/592732853123584611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/04/15-must-know-facts-about-boys.html' title='15 MUST-KNOW FACTS ABOUT BOYS.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7193061861838300160</id><published>2011-03-31T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:39:12.247+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Self-esteem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXlpmnDXgEw/TZCp6MdgJvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aWU6zNu6tG8/s1600/aaa2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXlpmnDXgEw/TZCp6MdgJvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aWU6zNu6tG8/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589153954809259762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guys, some girls no matter what you say, just naturally have a low self-esteem. They don’t like to think of themselves as great or pretty or perfect, even though in their boyfriend’s eyes, they are. To help get your girlfriend’s self esteem up, there’s really one thing you can do, keep loving her the way you do. &lt;b&gt;The more you say she’s beautiful, the more she’s destined to believe it. Give her compliments. Tell her how beautiful she is, how much she lights up your world.&lt;/b&gt; Compliment her on her specific features. If she thinks she’s ugly, it’s your job as the boyfriend to tell her she’s the most beautiful thing in the world. If she thinks she’s fat, it’s your job to tell her otherwise. Girls don’t get tired of hearing compliments from their boyfriend, even if they say they do, they appreciate it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not a single day should go by when you don’t tell your girlfriend that she’s beautiful. The more you tell her, the more she’ll believe you. All girls who have boyfriends want to hear those words from them, it makes them feel important.&lt;b&gt; Never be afraid to say “I love you.” Stare into her eyes, brush her hair, and kiss her passionately. Tell her how much better she makes your life, how much you enjoy spending time with her, how you’ll never leave her side. Girls love this feeling of security. Create a future with her you know? Most importantly, mean everything you say.&lt;/b&gt; Support her whenever she needs you. Allow her to build confidence in you. Spend time with her, and be there for her as a shoulder to lean on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Appreciate her as your girlfriend, your best friend, your partner, and your lover. If you give your girlfriend that one reason to keep smiling then her self-esteem can only go up. &lt;b&gt;Make her feel pretty, make her feel loved, and make her feel needed, if you can do these three things, then not only will she be more crazy in love with you, but she’ll see past her insecurities and realize that she really is the girl you see her as. After all, you didn’t choose her for nothing right?&lt;/b&gt; Show her why you love her, why she’s special to you, why she’s the highlight of your life, and her self-esteem will rise in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7193061861838300160?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7193061861838300160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7193061861838300160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7193061861838300160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7193061861838300160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/self-esteem.html' title='Self-esteem'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yXlpmnDXgEw/TZCp6MdgJvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/aWU6zNu6tG8/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6219058871062774088</id><published>2011-03-29T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:19:53.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncknE10GwQA/TZCvSc48ZvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CtfBdCWxogc/s1600/aaa4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncknE10GwQA/TZCvSc48ZvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CtfBdCWxogc/s320/aaa4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589159869094323954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have you ever ran into an ex?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You both are walking towards each other. Each step you take is one step into your past, the memories you guys had replays in your head, the butterflies in your stomach becomes active. You try your best to look your best and act like you’re doing so good without them. Your heart is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;skipping beats&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, your breathe becomes uneven, you want to turn in the other direction and get away from all these emotions. But it’s too late, he/she already sees you.. You try to avoid eye contact by &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;pretending to text,&lt;/span&gt; you giggle a little while staring at your phone. When that moment finally comes, you guys are shoulder to shoulder next to one another, either of you says a thing. As he/she passes by, you smell their once familiar scent. When this is all over with, you realize it was the &lt;b&gt;biggest mistake &lt;/b&gt;to let them walk out of your life. You turn back hoping for them to do the same, but only to find out they’re already&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; gone&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/1230405843229281321-6219058871062774088?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6219058871062774088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6219058871062774088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6219058871062774088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6219058871062774088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/ex.html' title='Ex'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ncknE10GwQA/TZCvSc48ZvI/AAAAAAAAAXI/CtfBdCWxogc/s72-c/aaa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-728517303812659750</id><published>2011-03-27T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T12:17:59.746+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwIhpiC9S0/TY7BN6oYBxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7tNSB2UOBOc/s1600/aaa4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwIhpiC9S0/TY7BN6oYBxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7tNSB2UOBOc/s320/aaa4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588616632434427666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Would you just stay with me?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we’re already fighting.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Well that’s what we do. We fight. You tell me when I’m being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you’re being a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a two-second rebound rate then you’re back doing the next pain in the ass thing.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;“So what?”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;“So it’s not gonna be easy, it’s gonna be really hard, and we’re gonna have to work at this everyday but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday.”&lt;/b&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/1230405843229281321-728517303812659750?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/728517303812659750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=728517303812659750&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/728517303812659750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/728517303812659750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZwIhpiC9S0/TY7BN6oYBxI/AAAAAAAAAWo/7tNSB2UOBOc/s72-c/aaa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-462347297488438214</id><published>2011-03-21T11:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:36:00.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ako na EMO :|'/><title type='text'>I'm goin' crazy ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85CJhAb__h0/TYbAENwxvoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/y_FASoVzXHw/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85CJhAb__h0/TYbAENwxvoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/y_FASoVzXHw/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586363566445936258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know what’s crazy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How one person can affect your whole life. How one person can make you have a thousand insecurities, especially when this one person makes the biggest changes in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When this person walks out, it’s like your world have collapse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This one person is the person who have drained the life out of you for some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What even makes it more shocking is the fact that when you reminisce memories of them, it hurts you like hell, even if the moments were heartwarming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It tears you up, because it’s something you can’t return to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;They’ll always be in your heart. This one person must have meant a whole lot to you, to make you feel so many emotions in so many different ways.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-462347297488438214?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/462347297488438214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=462347297488438214&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/462347297488438214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/462347297488438214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-goin-crazy.html' title='I&apos;m goin&apos; crazy ..'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-85CJhAb__h0/TYbAENwxvoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/y_FASoVzXHw/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-2039313385778882072</id><published>2011-03-20T00:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:36:00.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ako na EMO :|'/><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aebz0oKUXcs/TYTapwlWaxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wrTxRgofPCo/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aebz0oKUXcs/TYTapwlWaxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wrTxRgofPCo/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585829848797309714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It’s that &lt;u&gt;stupid, sad, unexplainable, and bad thing&lt;/u&gt; you get when you lose the one you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You wouldn’t want to eat for days, or even weeks. &lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/35/35500yozy6k1ibl.gif" width="45" height="31" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/35/35501hcqxsh0tqq.gif" width="33" height="28" border="0" /&gt; You turn down everyone who tries to comfort you, or depend on your best friend for comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You desperately want that person back in your life, but it’s over. It’s all over. &lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/522/522464km9bczi6t6.gif" width="40" height="40" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;All those &lt;b&gt;happy moments &lt;/b&gt;you shared, the feeling you had, in one event, it &lt;i&gt;disappeared&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/520/520958hvvmkk9f10.gif" width="40" height="40" border="0" /&gt; The scars of a heartbreak will always remain, you won’t ever love the same way again, but somehow, someday, you’ll learn to let go, and that is the day every heartbroken person looks forward to. &lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1792/1792643r6ow686emm.gif" width="35" height="32" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1230405843229281321-2039313385778882072?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/2039313385778882072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=2039313385778882072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2039313385778882072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/2039313385778882072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aebz0oKUXcs/TYTapwlWaxI/AAAAAAAAAUA/wrTxRgofPCo/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7478615853006177966</id><published>2011-03-18T20:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:40:10.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Korean Fever'/><title type='text'>Korean madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whGPTxzzfnI/TYNWM08caZI/AAAAAAAAATI/JkStcJrrl7I/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whGPTxzzfnI/TYNWM08caZI/AAAAAAAAATI/JkStcJrrl7I/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585402741240129938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I changed my lay-out, finally! &lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1008/1008838wybxuht5da.gif" width="19" height="19" border="0" /&gt; It's been 3months since I updated my lay-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really wanna do my own lay-out but I'm not really good at it so I decided to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;search on the net instead . &lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/51/51082b97w96e86g.gif" width="31" height="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I also changed my cbox smileys. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's kinda simple but i liked it because of it's korean letters on top of the lay-out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know how to read, speak korean but I'm looking forward to learn those stuff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;soon. &lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/575/575281br5nqkcttj.gif" width="17" height="13" border="0" /&gt; And I'm lovin' K-DRAMA's right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks for the english sub. &lt;img src="http://dl5.glitter-graphics.net/pub/501/501295x4kzhv5xfg.gif" width="47" height="41" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;img src="http://dl6.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2776/2776156l3jjwnbipj.gif" width="20" height="20" border="0" /&gt; I would like to apologize if I don't visit your blogs often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;But this time, I promise each and everyone of you that I'll hop on your sites when I'm not busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: small; "&gt;감사합니다 kamsahamnida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/462/462627z2v374m3zv.gif" width="24" height="24" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7478615853006177966?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7478615853006177966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7478615853006177966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7478615853006177966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7478615853006177966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/korean-madness.html' title='Korean madness'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whGPTxzzfnI/TYNWM08caZI/AAAAAAAAATI/JkStcJrrl7I/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3954753494200719187</id><published>2011-03-16T12:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:39:58.400+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>You'll Never Be Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzkAes9zHsM/TYA_uxB3_OI/AAAAAAAAATA/gY9TOQC8tJw/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzkAes9zHsM/TYA_uxB3_OI/AAAAAAAAATA/gY9TOQC8tJw/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584533610607148258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;Can i be your wife and wake up every morning like this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;em style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As i wake up every morning, I’ll promise you that I’ll keep loving you more everyday of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt; I’ll give you the best of me and love you with every pieces of my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;Marry Me&lt;/strong&gt; and you’ll never be alone ever again cause you’re always with me, even in my mind and heart wherever i go.&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/1230405843229281321-3954753494200719187?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3954753494200719187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3954753494200719187&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3954753494200719187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3954753494200719187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/youll-never-be-alone.html' title='You&apos;ll Never Be Alone'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzkAes9zHsM/TYA_uxB3_OI/AAAAAAAAATA/gY9TOQC8tJw/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3552411247889616872</id><published>2011-03-14T19:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:16:31.611+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>FICTION101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOoQC6Gr7G4/TX3-NstvzqI/AAAAAAAAASw/D3PXFIXGo1M/s1600/aaa1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOoQC6Gr7G4/TX3-NstvzqI/AAAAAAAAASw/D3PXFIXGo1M/s320/aaa1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583898624304074402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Late night, I ran to escape the loneliness without knowing where to go. I found a place where i can pour my feelings out. I’m crying silently when someone sits beside me. I didn’t look at him because I don’t want him to see my teary eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He broke the silence between us, &lt;b&gt;“You know miss? You can cry on me. You can tell me your problem. We both don’t know each other anyway”.&lt;/b&gt; I cried knowing there’s still someone who cares for me. &lt;b&gt;“Its okay if you don’t want to, I’ll just sit here to accompany you”&lt;/b&gt; he added. &lt;b&gt;”I’m so tired being an outcast,”&lt;/b&gt; I finally utter those words, &lt;b&gt;“They just notice me when they need me, they dont care about me. They hate me”.&lt;/b&gt; A very comforting arms from anonymous person made my feelings light. &lt;b&gt;“If they hate you, and the whole world will hate you, just remember this person who’s with you tonight, will never be tired to care about you”. &lt;/b&gt;After a while, &lt;b&gt;“I have to go, go home too. It would be dangerous for you if you stay here at this time”&lt;/b&gt;, he took my hand and put a folded piece of paper then left.  When he’s already far, I open the folded paper and read.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;’ Don’t bother them. Its just them. The important is you, and there’s still me who will comfort you whenever you need to. Nice to meet you, even if i haven’t seen your face. ’&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3552411247889616872?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3552411247889616872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3552411247889616872&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3552411247889616872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3552411247889616872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/fiction101.html' title='FICTION101'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OOoQC6Gr7G4/TX3-NstvzqI/AAAAAAAAASw/D3PXFIXGo1M/s72-c/aaa1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1974610494208713751</id><published>2011-03-11T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:16:31.612+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>ok ka lang?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfrJd46DOwQ/TXmF1DUcu2I/AAAAAAAAASo/kGF9ymiHGQQ/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfrJd46DOwQ/TXmF1DUcu2I/AAAAAAAAASo/kGF9ymiHGQQ/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582640359573076834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OK KA LANG?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ang tanong na hindi mo malaman laman ang tunay na sagot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Malay mo ba kung may tinatago siya. Pero ikaw mismo pag tinignan mo siya sa kanyang mga mata malalaman mo kung okay lang ba talaga siya o hindi. Yung tanong na yan parang sinasabi mo narin na gusto kitang tulungan sa poblema mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay ka lang ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;‘Hindi’&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;May mga oras na di mo mapigilan umiyak sa isang bagay o tao. Yung iyak na sobrang sakit na parang gusto mo magdabog magalit o ano pa man. Yung iyak na gusto mo na sana maintindihan nila ang mga nararamdaman mo. Yung iyak na naghahanap ng tulong o lunas para mawala ang sakit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kahit na sino pa yan.. Dapat di ka nila pinapaiyak.&lt;/div&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/1230405843229281321-1974610494208713751?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1974610494208713751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1974610494208713751&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1974610494208713751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1974610494208713751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/ok-ka-lang.html' title='ok ka lang?'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CfrJd46DOwQ/TXmF1DUcu2I/AAAAAAAAASo/kGF9ymiHGQQ/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-5472317067689627319</id><published>2011-03-10T22:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T10:16:31.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Thank You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDT9j0cUVxc/TXjjC0oo3mI/AAAAAAAAASg/qLFDpxxDjyc/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDT9j0cUVxc/TXjjC0oo3mI/AAAAAAAAASg/qLFDpxxDjyc/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582461375754067554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the people who stayed by my side when i was hurt and sad . Some people think i’m crazy but i have been muted to recover these invisible wounds . These wounds i have been keeping to myself .&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They told me to forget everything in the past and move on but how .. they’re all the same .. they’re no different .. but i’m thankful that they all tried . Sick and tired with the same results in every action .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again i tried to be optimistic throughout the day . I used the environment or what’s left to become happy . Then again , things can’t hurt you when they’re alone like me . So i stayed with them and gave them the care i rather need .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-5472317067689627319?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/5472317067689627319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=5472317067689627319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5472317067689627319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5472317067689627319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/thank-you.html' title='Thank You.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fDT9j0cUVxc/TXjjC0oo3mI/AAAAAAAAASg/qLFDpxxDjyc/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-429319942556593866</id><published>2011-03-08T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:53:27.434+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>A Walk To Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to have a boyfriend like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Landon Carter&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;u&gt;A walk to remember&lt;/u&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone that won’t be afraid to be with me in front of everybody ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxN4BpGrk4g/TXWl2tJFm-I/AAAAAAAAASY/8N2CTmBAOws/s1600/bbb1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxN4BpGrk4g/TXWl2tJFm-I/AAAAAAAAASY/8N2CTmBAOws/s320/bbb1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549672444828642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone that learn something just to make me happy…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzkDwk25tNE/TXWl2fN9gKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lTw29BL9Tkc/s1600/bbb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzkDwk25tNE/TXWl2fN9gKI/AAAAAAAAASQ/lTw29BL9Tkc/s320/bbb2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549668707172514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone that won’t be afraid to talk with my parents about our relationship ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmIHwbyInTI/TXWl2D6EbyI/AAAAAAAAASI/Uj-wS0o0PTs/s1600/bbb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BmIHwbyInTI/TXWl2D6EbyI/AAAAAAAAASI/Uj-wS0o0PTs/s320/bbb3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549661375983394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone that if I think of him only good things come outta my mind ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXJytIuf1dU/TXWlmasbM7I/AAAAAAAAASA/fOuqJ3wIZ6E/s1600/bbb4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bXJytIuf1dU/TXWlmasbM7I/AAAAAAAAASA/fOuqJ3wIZ6E/s320/bbb4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549392614863794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone that will stay with me in all my moments: good or bad ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4qo43RIJFc/TXWlmGHD29I/AAAAAAAAAR4/__anrIR6xkk/s1600/bbb5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U4qo43RIJFc/TXWlmGHD29I/AAAAAAAAAR4/__anrIR6xkk/s320/bbb5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549387089435602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veP7AADz6To/TXWll0HXbpI/AAAAAAAAARw/mHomLA3ab5E/s1600/bbb6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veP7AADz6To/TXWll0HXbpI/AAAAAAAAARw/mHomLA3ab5E/s320/bbb6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549382258880146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With this little someone especial is with whom I want to marry when I grow up ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0HB388OIn0/TXWll7DxE5I/AAAAAAAAARo/oSKaP_2DE80/s1600/bbb7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--0HB388OIn0/TXWll7DxE5I/AAAAAAAAARo/oSKaP_2DE80/s320/bbb7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549384122831762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4i40v7zT2s/TXWllszNtUI/AAAAAAAAARg/VHbVkwiybhk/s1600/bbb8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_4i40v7zT2s/TXWllszNtUI/AAAAAAAAARg/VHbVkwiybhk/s320/bbb8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549380295308610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And be happy for the rest of my life ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtYh6L8911Y/TXWlUAvnbUI/AAAAAAAAARY/YzkuPZ3_9X8/s1600/bbb9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mtYh6L8911Y/TXWlUAvnbUI/AAAAAAAAARY/YzkuPZ3_9X8/s320/bbb9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581549076411280706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-429319942556593866?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/429319942556593866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=429319942556593866&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/429319942556593866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/429319942556593866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk To Remember'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yxN4BpGrk4g/TXWl2tJFm-I/AAAAAAAAASY/8N2CTmBAOws/s72-c/bbb1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6281586254776595943</id><published>2011-03-02T10:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T13:40:01.154+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marry Me :)'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOMeXJmcbQA/TW2lSz867MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NTZgAmvbLXA/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOMeXJmcbQA/TW2lSz867MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NTZgAmvbLXA/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579297255983869122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;SOMEDAY…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I know, someday, I will find you, and I will marry you. We will be together after a long time of waiting for this moment to come. In each other’s arms, we will feel the happiness we never felt before. We will love like we’ve never been in love and never been hurt before, just like love for the first time. A love, so fresh, so exciting, with no fear and doubtfulness. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;I may know you now or may not know you yet, but one thing’s for sure, our love story has not yet begun. I’m typing this nonsense things coming from my mind, using these simple words to explain how i feel, wondering if you’d be able to read this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day would come, that I’d be walking on the aisle, with everyone’s eyes on me. My throat can hardly swallow as the tears on my eyes are clouding, which slowly drops every time i close my eyes.Tears of happiness flowing, for I can see a blurred vision of you, waiting for me at the end of the aisle. At last, we will both say “I do”.&lt;/p&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/1230405843229281321-6281586254776595943?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6281586254776595943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6281586254776595943&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6281586254776595943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6281586254776595943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-do.html' title='I do.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOMeXJmcbQA/TW2lSz867MI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NTZgAmvbLXA/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-1698593234606279816</id><published>2011-02-25T16:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:53:27.435+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>crazy little thing called LOVE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEvKK2InOik/TWdi5pjdwwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WCIyLqq9z4c/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEvKK2InOik/TWdi5pjdwwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WCIyLqq9z4c/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577535406068318978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just finished this movie called &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;CRAZY LITTLE THING CALLED LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Actually , it's a Thai Movie and i think hindi sya pinalabas dito sa pinas kaya konti lang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ung may alam bout this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ISNsYOkDig/TWdi52VAmpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pV9t6vbssIo/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9ISNsYOkDig/TWdi52VAmpI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pV9t6vbssIo/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577535409497348754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A story about a girl named "Nam" na hindi masyadong kagandahan, ugly duckling kumbaga. May secret crush kay "Shone" na sobrang gwapo , popular at pinag-aagawan ng girls sa school kabilang na si "Nam"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/-PDc5OzFg93g/TWdi6KbAcYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/In75LECMIn0/s1600/aaa3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 171px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDc5OzFg93g/TWdi6KbAcYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/In75LECMIn0/s320/aaa3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577535414891213186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dahil sa tulong na din ng friends nya , nagtransform sya from an ugly duckling to a beautiful swan .. AS IN BEAUTIFUL. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nagkagusto sa kanya ung bestfriend ni "Shone" at pinagpromise nya si "Shone" na wag daw sya magkagusto kay "Nam".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gusto ko ‘yung positive vibe ng movie dahil naging inspirasyon ni Nam si Shone para i-improve ang sarili at pataasin ang grades n’ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nakarelate ako sa movie lalo na dun sa part na nagpaalam si "Nam" para mag.CR pero ang totoo, dumaan lang sya dun sa room nila "Shone".. SO HIGHSCHOOL ! IT BRINGS BACK MEMORIES. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StYsggKAQHQ/TWdi6sEtuAI/AAAAAAAAARI/3XzcNeVG8v8/s1600/aaa5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StYsggKAQHQ/TWdi6sEtuAI/AAAAAAAAARI/3XzcNeVG8v8/s320/aaa5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577535423924516866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Natouch ako sa notebook/scrapbook ni "Shone".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dun nalaman na gusto nya din si "Nam" kahit nung hindi pa sya kagandahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XESBKvQ-5iU/TWdi6RpraEI/AAAAAAAAARA/xeawt13q2lc/s1600/aaa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XESBKvQ-5iU/TWdi6RpraEI/AAAAAAAAARA/xeawt13q2lc/s320/aaa4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577535416831797314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Naiyak ako sa part na sinabi ni "Nam" ung feelings nya kay "Shone".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Nakakakilig. Nakakatawa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Sana lang may part2 kasi sobrang bitin talaga ung movie eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;PERO THE BEST SYA! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-1698593234606279816?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/1698593234606279816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=1698593234606279816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1698593234606279816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/1698593234606279816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/02/crazy-little-thing-called-love.html' title='crazy little thing called LOVE.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lEvKK2InOik/TWdi5pjdwwI/AAAAAAAAAQo/WCIyLqq9z4c/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7244431382561271675</id><published>2011-02-21T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T11:53:16.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>randomness :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AH9R9Db2QY/TWHLCCCEOoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WP2FgJUTl68/s1600/aaa2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 367px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AH9R9Db2QY/TWHLCCCEOoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WP2FgJUTl68/s400/aaa2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575961049427098242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Plug in your birthday and see what this chart says about you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The suits&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hearts &lt;/b&gt;live through emotions and relationships. These are the children of the deck, often maintaining a youthful exuberance even into later years. The positive Heart is friendly and affectionate; the negative Heart is self-indulgent or flirtatious. Hearts excel in people-oriented careers. They make good nurses, teachers and counselors, as well as artists and musicians.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Clubs&lt;/b&gt; are creative and experience life through talking and learning. As the students of the deck, Clubs are curious, always thinking, and love to talk, read and teach. The positive Club is brilliant and well-informed; the negative Club can be a dishonest know-it-all. Great careers for Clubs include teaching, writing, law and journalism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Diamonds&lt;/b&gt; are on the planet to clarify values. Diamonds like to spend money and like nice things. As the adults of the deck, Diamonds can’t stand being told what to do. Diamonds on a positive path are generous and philanthropic. The negative-minded Diamond can be greedy or miserly. Careers for the diamond person include banking, investing, politics, retail or merchandising, producing and big-business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spades&lt;/b&gt; are confident, strong-willed and wise. Even when they are young, Spades will often act more mature than their age. These are the workers of the deck. Spades are more interested in doing their jobs well than talking about them or becoming too emotionally involved with others. Spades can be stubborn and don’t like it when others try to control them. Spades find satisfaction in careers in construction (building), broadcasting and health care. And, as the symbol of “transformation,” Spades can also be successful in industries that deal with death or dying, and mysticism.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The numbers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The “odd” (active) numbers represent a person who is restless, on the go, and thrives on change.The “even” (receptive) numbers are balanced and logical, attracting things andpeople to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ace (One)&lt;/b&gt; is ambitious, active and driven. You are a self-starter who is excited to experience all that life has to offer. As a “One,” you may sometimes appear self-centered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Two&lt;/b&gt; is sensitive, logical and comfortable in partnerships because you enjoy having someone to talk to, or bounce ideas off of. Avoid being insincere or becoming too dependent on the opinions of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Three&lt;/b&gt; is curious, restless and enjoys trying new things. You are extremely creative, so channel your gifts in a positive way to avoid worry and indecision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Four&lt;/b&gt; is fortunate, organized and efficient. You are a hard-worker and good at bringing people and plans together. Avoid stubbornness or being small-minded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Five&lt;/b&gt; is adventurous, restless, and hates routine or anything that limits your freedom. As a “people person,” you are comfortable around all kinds of personalities. Learn to commit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Six&lt;/b&gt; is easygoing, peaceful and fair. You prefer to avoid confrontation, but won’t hesitate to stand up for what you believe in. Avoid stubbornness or falling into a rut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seven&lt;/b&gt; is the most mystical of all numbers. You have a mental sharpness that, when combined with your intuition (hunches), will serve you well. Have faith that you are being guided. Avoid being indifferent or skeptical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eight&lt;/b&gt; is the number of power and abundance. You enjoy attention and have special talents in the area of your suit (Hearts — charm; Clubs — knowledge; Diamonds — leadership; Spades — wisdom). Avoid power struggles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nine&lt;/b&gt; is intelligent and happiest when you give in and are willing to let go. Beware of being too overbearing, stingy or bullying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt; is ambitious, capable and confident. You like to do things in a big way and may be obsessive or take on too much responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The “faces” are natural leaders who need to be respected. Even the Jacks, who may be less mature and serious than the King and Queen, need their talents to be recognized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jack&lt;/b&gt; is clever and playful. This youngest member of the royal family is creative and charming. There may be a tendency to stretch the truth or avoid responsibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Queen&lt;/b&gt; expresses power and leadership with compassion. Just as powerful as a King, you enjoy pleasing and taking care of others. Beware of being too demanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;King&lt;/b&gt; is a natural leader. Authoritative, powerful, and wise, you prefer to do things your own way. Use caution when it comes to being too pushy or dismissive of others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joker&lt;/b&gt; is the wild card! A sneaky trickster who can take on the personality of any card in the deck, but most often acts like a Jack. Dec. 31 is the only day of the year that’s linked to the Joker. People born on this day cannot be read using this system.&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/1230405843229281321-7244431382561271675?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7244431382561271675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7244431382561271675&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7244431382561271675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7244431382561271675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/02/randomness.html' title='randomness :)'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4AH9R9Db2QY/TWHLCCCEOoI/AAAAAAAAAQg/WP2FgJUTl68/s72-c/aaa2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3169402384037505940</id><published>2011-02-17T10:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T10:22:21.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='♥ LOVE ♥'/><title type='text'>The Greatest Irony of Love :</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCoxWYhwGqs/TVyBV6IUgzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WjnfPdNEkg4/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCoxWYhwGqs/TVyBV6IUgzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WjnfPdNEkg4/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574472652159222578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving the right person at the wrong time or having the wrong person when the time is right; finding out you love someone after that person walks out of your life. For some, they think that letting go is one way of expressing how much they love that person. Some are afraid to see the one they love being held by someone else. Most  relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love, but because love is always present. It’s just that one was being loved too much, and the other was being loved too little. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love, but to only discover that for them we are just for past times. While the one who truly loves us remains either your  friend or a stranger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you think of your past love; you may view it as a failure; but when you find a   new love, you view the past as a teacher. In the game of love, it doesn’t really matter who won or who lost. What’s important is that you know when to hold on and when to let go. You know that you love someone when you want him or her to be happy, even if their happiness means that you’re not apart of it. Everything happens for a reason and for its best. If the person you love doesn’t  love you back, don’t be afraid to love someone else again, for you’ll never know unless you give it a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ll never truly love a person, unless you risk for their love; love strives in hurting. If you don’t get hurt, then you won’t learn how to love. Love doesn’t hurt all the time; though the hurting is there to test you, to help you grow. Don’t find love, let love find you; that’s why it’s called falling in love, because you don’t need to force yourself to love, you just fall. You cannot finish a book without closing the chapters. If you want to move on, then you have to leave the past as you turn the pages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress. But why is it that the greatest irony of love is letting go when you want to hold on, and holding on when you need to let go? You can never find the right person if you can never let it go of the wrong, but at the same time the moment you feel like letting go, you remember why you held on for so long. Sometimes you have to forget what you want and remember what you deserve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To love is to risk rejection, to live is to risk dying and to hope is to risk failure. But risk must be taken because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing at all. To reach for another is to risk involvement, to expose your feelings is to expose your true self. To love is to risk not being loved in return. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to define love: Fall but do not stumble. Be constant but not too persistent. Share and never be unfair. Understand and try not to demand. Hurt but never keep the pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is supposed to be the most wonderful feeling. It should inspire you and give you joy and strength. But sometimes the things that give you joy can also hurt you in the end. Loving people means giving them the freedom; whom they choose to be and where they choose to go. Loving someone means giving them the freedom to find their way, whether it leads towards you or away from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love can be a painful risk. To love means that risk must be taken, no matter how scary or painful, for only then will you experience the fullness of humanity of what we call love. If you’re not ready to cry, if you’re not ready to take the risk and if you’re not ready to feel the pain, then you’re not ready to fall in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3169402384037505940?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3169402384037505940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3169402384037505940&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3169402384037505940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3169402384037505940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/02/greatest-irony-of-love.html' title='The Greatest Irony of Love :'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UCoxWYhwGqs/TVyBV6IUgzI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WjnfPdNEkg4/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4711812997561805928</id><published>2011-02-15T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:52:24.316+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>WHEN.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUVmWpC3-xk/TVnpiltjsLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/k_ijZ-XUG2o/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUVmWpC3-xk/TVnpiltjsLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/k_ijZ-XUG2o/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573742794295718066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;When do boys become men?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: disc; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they learn not to hurt us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they learn how fragile our hearts are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they are afraid to push us too far.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they won’t even wrestle with us because we might get a bruise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they really truly love us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they leave a piece of them with us.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When their heart is ours and they will never truly care about anyone else.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;When do girls become women?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; list-style-type: disc; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they realize when boys become men.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they figure out that they pushed away the only man they would ever care about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they hold on tight to their man’s heart and never let go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they give a piece of themselves to them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;When they can never ever care about anyone the same way.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-4711812997561805928?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4711812997561805928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4711812997561805928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4711812997561805928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4711812997561805928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/02/when.html' title='WHEN.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUVmWpC3-xk/TVnpiltjsLI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/k_ijZ-XUG2o/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6787418172420141545</id><published>2011-02-09T22:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:52:24.317+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>30 EXTRAORDINARY THINGS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TVKnL2wg1vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyNAjLQlE00/s1600/aaa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TVKnL2wg1vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyNAjLQlE00/s320/aaa7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571699511130117874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; " &gt;&lt;blockquote style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 10px; padding-left: 15px; border-left-style: solid; border-left-width: 4px; border-left-color: rgb(172, 172, 172); "&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;1. A baby is taking it’s first few steps without falling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;2. Two people somewhere in the world, are falling in love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;3. Somewhere, someone is admiring a breathtaking sunrise, and somewhere else, a surreal sunset.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;4. A soldier of sorts is diligently fighting the fight so you don’t have to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;5. Someone who suffered from a severe injury last year is back on their feet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;6. A small group of people are building something that will soon make the impossible possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;7. Somewhere on Earth a double rainbow is stretched from one end of the horizon to the other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;8. One of the next Billboard-chart-topping musical artists is patiently rehearsing in her garage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;9. A piece of literature is being written that will eventually change your perspective on life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;10. A friend is helping a friend rise above thoughts of suicide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;11. People of various religious backgrounds are in temples, churches, mosques and other places of worship praying, wholeheartedly, for world peace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;12. An elderly couple is celebrating their 50th wedding anniversary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;13. Two best friends are laughing so hard that they aren’t even making any noise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;14. A firefighter is running into a burning building to rescue a perfect stranger.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;15. Someone in your hometown genuinely wants to be your friend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;16. A new mom is lying in a hospital bed and holding her baby twins for the very first time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;17. Someone is taking a shower and singing happily at the top of their lungs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;18. There is someone out there who smiles when they think of a specific moment they once shared with you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;19. An alcoholic just celebrated one full year of sobriety.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;20. Volunteers in major cities all over the world are working at homeless shelters caring for those who are less fortunate than themselves.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;21. A high school athlete just broke their own personal record.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;22. Two teenagers just received their very first kiss ever from each other.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;23. Someone is hugging a friend who desperately needs it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;24. Someone just placed their spare change in the charity collection cup at the grocery store.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;25. A small group of friends are sitting around a table sharing funny stories and cheerfully reminiscing about the good old days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;26. Honest people are working for various government entities to help protect your basic human rights and civil liberties.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;27. An emergency room surgeon is in the middle of saving his patient’s life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;28. Someone is holding the door open for the person behind them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;29. Someone out there is missing you and looking forward to your next visit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;30. We are reminded that extraordinary things happen to ordinary people, and that there is beauty and wonder in everyday life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;THIS IS WHY WE SHOULD APPRECIATE LIFE. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6787418172420141545?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6787418172420141545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6787418172420141545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6787418172420141545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6787418172420141545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/02/30-extraordinary-things-happening-right.html' title='30 EXTRAORDINARY THINGS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TVKnL2wg1vI/AAAAAAAAAQI/qyNAjLQlE00/s72-c/aaa7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4619926698841033603</id><published>2011-02-03T23:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>WHY BEiNG A GiRL iS THE BEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TUrRqmnMvvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7gp9yLIVZPI/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TUrRqmnMvvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7gp9yLIVZPI/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569494419046711026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* we can wear guys clothes. If they wear ours, they get funny looks.&lt;br /&gt;* Our friends don’t say hello to us by punching us on the arm.&lt;br /&gt;* Yeah, PMS sucks. but at least we have a good excuse to eat chocolate for a week.&lt;br /&gt;* If we’re on a really big ship that happens to hit an iceberg, we’ll get lifeboats first.&lt;br /&gt;* We get the bigger apartment on Friends.&lt;br /&gt;* Girl talk. you know, how we just understand each other without having to explain stuff.&lt;br /&gt;* We never have to stand in a urinal and have other girls stare at us.&lt;br /&gt;* Dark circles under the eyes? a hickey? we can just cover them up with a little concealer.&lt;br /&gt;* We don’t have to shave our faces.&lt;br /&gt;* We can jump around a lot and shake our hair and it looks like we know how to dance.&lt;br /&gt;* We get yummy chocolates and flowers from guys.&lt;br /&gt;* That whole circumcision thing!&lt;br /&gt;* When we get married, we get to keep our own name or choose the one that we like better.&lt;br /&gt;* At least one girl always survives in horror flicks.&lt;br /&gt;* We never have to wear tighty-whities.. or jock straps!&lt;br /&gt;* Even if we are ugly, we have make up to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;* We can take stuffed animals to bed no matter how old we are.&lt;br /&gt;* Nose hair, ear hair, back hair - so not a problem for us.&lt;br /&gt;* Slumber parties! guys just don`t know how much fun those are.&lt;br /&gt;* That special bond we have with our moms-some day.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t feel the need to slap our teammates butt when she makes a good play.&lt;br /&gt;* Nobody makes fun of us for liking the backstreet boys or n’sync. well, almost nobody.&lt;br /&gt;* pick up lines. they`re not something we need to practice.&lt;br /&gt;* We can get away with wearing platform shoes without looking goofy.&lt;br /&gt;* We give really good advice.&lt;br /&gt;* On tv shows we`re always the ones that have the coolest super powers.&lt;br /&gt;* dollhouse, delias, XOXO, wetseal, abercrombie, etc.&lt;br /&gt;* we can put cottonballs between our toes, paint our nails, and not feel the least bit silly.&lt;br /&gt;* daria and lisa simpson are girls.&lt;br /&gt;* bevis and butt-head aren`t.&lt;br /&gt;* the coolest, sweetest songs and poems have been written about us.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t have to sit on our wallets.&lt;br /&gt;* Our wallets have a place for change.&lt;br /&gt;* It is entirely possible that we will marry Ashton Kutcher someday.&lt;br /&gt;* Our lives do not revolve around ESPN or sports center.&lt;br /&gt;* it`s not required that we learn how to spit when we`re young.&lt;br /&gt;* We are called tomboys, boys are called girly.&lt;br /&gt;* We have nicer handwriting than guys. well, it`s true.&lt;br /&gt;* We don`t have to stuff boxers in our jeans.&lt;br /&gt;* Girls with guy first names (like joey) sound cool, but it doesn`t work the other way around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-4619926698841033603?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4619926698841033603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4619926698841033603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4619926698841033603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4619926698841033603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/02/why-being-girl-is-best.html' title='WHY BEiNG A GiRL iS THE BEST'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TUrRqmnMvvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7gp9yLIVZPI/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-3373387162025541987</id><published>2011-01-29T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.126+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>45 things a girl wants for but wont ask for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TUQgKUhPOZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zFEib_xPtTg/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TUQgKUhPOZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zFEib_xPtTg/s320/aaa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567610401015675282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; text-align: left;font-family:'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px;"  &gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1. Touch her waist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;2. Actually talk to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;3. Share secrets with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;4. Give her your jacket. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;5. Kiss her slowly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you remembering this? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;6. Hug her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;7. Hold her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;8. Laugh with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;9. Invite her somewhere. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;10. Hangout with her and your friends together.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEEP READING ..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;11. Smile with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;12. Take pictures with her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;13. Pull her onto your lap. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;14. When she says she loves you more, deny it. Fight back. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;15. When her friends say “I love her more than you”, deny it. Fight back and hug her tight so she can’t get to her friends. It makes her feel loved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you thinking of someone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;16. Always hug her and say I love you whenever you see her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;17. Kiss her unexpectedly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;18. Hug her from behind around the waist. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;19. Tell her she’s beautiful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;20. Tell her the way you feel about her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One last thing you need to do to show her you actually do mean it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;21. Open doors for her, walk her to her car - it makes her feel protected, plus it never hurts to act like a gentleman. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;22. Tell her she’s your everything - only if you mean it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;23. If it seems like there is something wrong, ask her - if she denies something being wrong, it means SHE DOESN’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT - so just hug her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;24. Make her feel loved. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;25. Kiss her in front of OTHER girls you know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE MIGHT DENY IT BUT WE ACTUALLY LIKE AND KINDA WANT YOU TO TICKLE US .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;26. Don’t lie to her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;27. DON’T cheat on her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;28. Take her ANYWHERE she wants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;29. Text message or call her in the morning and tell her have a good day at school, and how much you miss her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;30. Be there for her whenever she needs you, and even when she doesn’t need you, just be there so she’ll know that she can always count on you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARE YOU STILL READING THIS? YOU BETTER, BECAUSE IT’S IMPORTANT. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;31. Hold her close when she’s cold so she can hold you too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;32. When you are alone hold her close and kiss her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;33. Kiss her on the cheek; (it will give her the hint that you want to kiss her). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;34. While in the movies, put your arm around her and then she will automatically put her head on your shoulder, then lean in and tilt her chin up and kiss her lightly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;35. Don’t ever tell her to leave even jokingly or act like you’re mad. If she’s upset, comfort her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REMEMBER ALL THESE THINGS WHEN YOU ARE WITH HER NEXT .. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up for her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tell her you love her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and put her head on your chest so she can listen to the steady beat of your heart, link your fingers together while you whisper to her as she rests her eyes and listens to you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;39. When walking next to each other grab her hand. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;40. When you hug her, hold her in your arms as long as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAKE SURE SHE KNOWS SHES LOVED. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;41. Call or text her at night to wish her sweet dreams. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries and wipe away her tears. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;44. Always remind her how much you love her. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;45. Sit on top of her and tell her how much you love her and then bend down to her face and kiss her while you’re sitting on her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0px; font-family: 'lucida grande',tahoma,verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; line-height: 1.5em;"&gt;You’ll never know when she needs just a little more love ..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-3373387162025541987?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/3373387162025541987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=3373387162025541987&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3373387162025541987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/3373387162025541987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/45-things-girl-wants-for-but-wont-ask.html' title='45 things a girl wants for but wont ask for.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TUQgKUhPOZI/AAAAAAAAAP0/zFEib_xPtTg/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-5554078957661714563</id><published>2011-01-27T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I miss my father .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At age 8, your dad buys you an ice cream. You thanked him by dripping it all over his lap. When you were 9 years old, he paid for piano lessons. You thanked him by never even bothering to practice. When you were 10 years old he drove you all day, from soccer to football to one birthday party after another. You thanked him by jumping out of the car and never looking back. When you were 11 years old, he took you and your friends to the movies. You thanked him by asking to sit in a different row. When you were 12 years old, he warned you not to watch certain TV shows. You thanked him by waiting until he left the house. When you were 13, he suggested a haircut that was in fashion. You thanked him by telling him he had no taste. When you were 14, he paid for a month away at summer camp. You thanked him by forgetting to write a single letter. When you were 15, he came home from work, looking for a hug. You thanked him by having your bedroom door locked. When you were 16, he taught you how to drive his car. You thanked him by taking it every chance you could. When you were 17, he was expecting an important call. You thanked him by being on the phone all night. When you were 18, he cried at your high school graduation. You thanked him by staying out partying until dawn. When you were 19, he paid for your college tuition, drove you to campus carried your bags. You thanked him by saying good-bye outside the dorm so you wouldn't be embarrassed in front of your friends. When you were 25, he helped to pay for your wedding, and he told you how deep he loved you. You thanked him by moving halfway across the country. When you were 50, he fell ill and needed you to take care of him . You thanked him by reading about the burden parents become to their children. And then, one day, he quietly died. And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder on YOUR HEART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-5554078957661714563?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/5554078957661714563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=5554078957661714563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5554078957661714563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5554078957661714563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-miss-my-father.html' title='I miss my father .'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8121811602661133597</id><published>2011-01-20T10:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:08:42.391+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Graduation Speech</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TTec8PblqNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yzvLrRvDXGk/s1600/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TTec8PblqNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yzvLrRvDXGk/s320/aaa2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564088423387867346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This speech was delivered by a La Sallian engineer in one of the graduation ceremonies at the UP College of Engineering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong araw na ito, sa ating pagtatapos, mayroon akong dalang Transcript of Record. Ang estudyanteng may-ari ng transcript na ito ay nag-aral sa De La Salle University. Sa unibersidad na ito, kapag ikaw ay isang undergraduate, may ID number ka na nagsisimula sa “94” at pataas, kung lumipas ang isang buong school year at umabot ka sa 15 units na bagsak, masisipa ka sa paaralan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang transcript na hawak ko ay mayroong 27 units ng bagsak. 12 sa mga ito ay tinamo ng estudyante sa iisang schoolyear lang. Ang isang subject ay kadalasang may bigat na 3 units. Kung iisiping mabuti, isang subject na bagsak na lang ay pwede na masipa ang estudyanteng may-ari ng transcript na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang speech na ito ay hindi ko ginawa para i-acknowledge ang paghihirap ng ating mga magulang sa pagpapaaral satin. Hindi ko din ito ginawa para maghayag ng political statement, o kumbinsihin kayo na huwag umalis sa bansa at tulungan itong makaahon. Ang speech na ito ay para sa mga normal na estudyante na kagaya ng may may-ari ng transcript na hawak ko, dahil madalas, wala talagang pakialam ang unibersidad sa mga achievements nila. May mga awards na gaya ng “Summa Cum Laude”, “Best Thesis Award” at “Leadership Award.” Pero ni minsan, hindi pa ako nakakakita ng unibersidad na nagbigay ng “Hang-on and managed to graduate despite nearly getting kicked-out during his academic stay” award.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaring isang malaking kagaguhan ang konseptong ito para sa karamihan. Bakit mo pararangalan ang isang estudyanteng bulakbol, bobo, tamad o iresponsable? Hindi ba dapat isuka ito ng unibersidad? Ito yung mga tipo ng estudyanteng walang ia-asenso sa buhay, hindi ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. Natumbok niyo.Iyun na nga ang dahilan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas, pag ang isang estudyante ay may pangit na marka sa paaralan, lalong lalo na sa kolehiyo, nakakapanghina ito ng loob. Nandiyan yung tatamarin ka mag-aral, nandyan yung iisipin mo “Ano pa kayang trabaho ang makukuha ko? Call center na naman o clerical? Ba’t kasi ang bobo ko. Kung matalino lang ako, sana, sa Proctor and Gamble ako, o kung saang sikat na kumpanya.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mahirap ang dinadaanan ng mga estudyanteng bumabagsak. Kahit na sabihin mong kasalanan nilang bumabagsak sila, hindi ninyo alam kung ano ang pakiramdam ng ganun. &lt;strong&gt;Madaling sabihin na “Kaya mo yan, mag-aral ka lang,” pero alam ba natin talaga ang sinasabi natin?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang isang estudyante ay bumabagsak sa unibersidad, nandiyan yung tatawanan niya lang yan. O di kaya naman, ipagmamalaki niya pang “TAKE 5 NA KO!!!” o “Pare, magpi-PhD na ako sa Anmath3/Calculus/etc.” Pero &lt;strong&gt;hindi alam ng mga isang Summa Cum Laude kung ano ang nasa isip ng isang normal na estudyante sa tuwing matutulog ito&lt;/strong&gt; at alam niyang pag-gising niya, kailangan niya na namang ulitin ang isang subject na nakuha niya na sa susunod na term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kahit kalian, hindi naging problema sa “Star Student” na sabihing “Nay, bagsak ako.”&lt;/strong&gt; at hindi kailanman sumagi sa isip nila na “Paano kaya kung sa walang-pangalang kumpanya lang ako makapagtrabaho?” Dahil sigurado sila sa kinabukasan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Huwag na tayong maglokohan. Grades are everything.&lt;/strong&gt; Kahit bali-baligtarin mo iyan, hindi magiging patas ang mga kumpanyang kumukuha ng fresh graduates para magtrabaho sa kanila. Minsan din naman, nadadaan sa palakasan, pero ganun pa din. Kung hindi ka academically good, wala kang patutunguhan. Kung hindi man yun, mas mahirap yung dadaanan mo para lang makaabot sa prestihiyosong posisyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ngayong graduation, ang speech na ito ay inaaalay ko para sa mga estudyanteng lumagpak, muntik-muntikan nang masipa o yung sa lahat ng paraang pwede, ginawa na para lang makatapos. Gagawin kong patas ang mundo para sa inyo kahit isang araw lang. Kahit ano pa ang sabihin ng ibang tao, kesyo kasalanan mo man na pangit ang marka mo o muntik ka nang makick-out, saludo ako sa hindi mo pagtigil sa pag-aaral.&lt;strong&gt;Saludo ako na may lakas ka ng loob na harapin pa rin ang mundo kahit alam mong hindi ito magiging patas sa iyo.&lt;/strong&gt; Saludo ako na kahit pangit ang transcript mo, taas noo ka pa rin ngayong graduation at proud na proud sa sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ngayon ang mangyayari sa mga graduates pagkatapos nitong graduation? &lt;strong&gt;Ayoko nang puntahan yung pwedeng mangyayari sa mga Cum Laude. Baduy.&lt;/strong&gt; Alam mo namang may patutunguhan ang buhay nila e. Pero dun sa mga lumagpak, ano ang meron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaring makakuha kayo ng mediocre na trabaho lang. Pwede ka rin swertehin, baka makapagtrabaho ka sa magandang kumpanya. Madami pang pwedeng mangyari.&lt;strong&gt;Huwag kayong mawalan ng pag-asa. Kung nung college, nagtiyaga kayo e ba’t titigilan niyo yung pagti-tiyaga ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede ring ganito: Mag-aral ka ulit. Ipakita mo sa kanila na kung sisipagin ka lang, malayo ang mararating mo. Subukan mong patunayan sa kanila na kapag pinilit mo, kaya mo ring abutin yung naabot nila. Na &lt;strong&gt;hindi ka bobo, kundi tinamad ka lang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baka sabihin ninyo, drowing lang ako. I’ve been on both sides. Naranasan ko na ring lumagpak, at muntikan na din akong masipa. Naranasan ko na ang umulit ng 4 na beses sa iisang subject. Naranasan ko na ang masumbatan ng magulang, kapatid at kung sino-sino pang propesor na walang pakialam sa pakiramdam ng estuyante. Naranasan ko nang hindi makatulog ng maraming gabi sa pagiisip kung paano ko na naman sasabihin sa magulang ko na may bagsak na naman ako. Kaya alam ko ang pakiramdam ninyo.&lt;br /&gt;Akin ang transcript na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pagkagraduate ko ng college, ano ang ginawa ko? Eto.&lt;/strong&gt; Nagtrabaho muna ng konti, tapos aral ulit. Kuha ng Masteral sa kurso ko. &lt;strong&gt;Hindi para sa trabaho o kung ano man. Kundi para patunayan sa sarili ko na noong mga panahong bumabagsak ako, tinatamad lang ako.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a rebellion.&lt;strong&gt; I raise my middle finger to every professor, over-achiever, naysayer and detractor THAT TOLD ME THAT I CAN'T MAKE IT. I raise my middle finger to every valedictory or graduation speech that only gratifies the university, those who were achievers in school or those who gratify the country when it’s supposed to be the graduate’s moment of glory.&lt;/strong&gt; You are supposed to acknowledge EVERYONE. Even those who failed many times.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sa inyong mga graduates na medyo hindi maganda ang marka, para sa inyo ito.&lt;strong&gt;Kung kinaya ko ito, kaya niyo rin to. Imposibleng hindi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i got this post from my classmate's fb post .. :)&lt;/b&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/1230405843229281321-8121811602661133597?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8121811602661133597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8121811602661133597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8121811602661133597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8121811602661133597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/graduation-speech.html' title='Graduation Speech'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TTec8PblqNI/AAAAAAAAAPs/yzvLrRvDXGk/s72-c/aaa2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8345935747113841673</id><published>2011-01-17T09:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>You want a guy's perspective? Ask your Dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TTOiu_R3mEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OFI9E1wgK-8/s1600/aaa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TTOiu_R3mEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OFI9E1wgK-8/s320/aaa4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562968892876757058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Dad, how can I be sure if a guy really likes me or not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;Dad:&lt;/strong&gt; If a guy really likes you, he would do whatever it takes to be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;You see, there are two kinds of "being interested". One is, when a guy likes you but has his heart open to other girls. This is the kind that isn't so serious about being serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;The other kind of "being interested" is the kind that I want a guy to be interested in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;This is the kind whose eyes are set on you, and only you. No other girls. The one that sends you those long text messages on how much he means to you, gives you goodmorning and goodnight calls telling you to have a good day and to have sweet dreams. If a guy really wants you to be his, he wouldn't be ashamed to introduce you to his friends and even better, his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;I would want you to have a guy that when he looks into my daughter's eyes, he feels like he doesn't belong anywhere else but your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss my father .. :'(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8345935747113841673?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8345935747113841673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8345935747113841673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8345935747113841673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8345935747113841673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-want-guys-perspective-ask-your-dad.html' title='You want a guy&apos;s perspective? Ask your Dad.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TTOiu_R3mEI/AAAAAAAAAPk/OFI9E1wgK-8/s72-c/aaa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-7478432439770383625</id><published>2011-01-13T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>PAST IS PAST ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TS5o7wyTgCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VbYmsF8phyA/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TS5o7wyTgCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VbYmsF8phyA/s320/aaa1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561497965766606882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say, the &lt;b&gt;past is the past&lt;/b&gt;, but it’s not like you won’t ever look back.&lt;div&gt;There will always be that one day when you randomly decide to look back at the good times you’ve had and maybe even the bad times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They tell you to forget your past and let it all go, but really the past is pretty important, including all of the crap that was brought into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without making &lt;b&gt;mistakes&lt;/b&gt;, having &lt;b&gt;regrets&lt;/b&gt;, being negative, losing the few people here and there: without any of that, you wouldn’t learn how to accept the changes in life you are going to face all the time, you wouldn’t realize who are the people that actually matter to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you have to be negative to knock some positivity into your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes you’re going to have to make a mistake after another after another, to finally figure out what you need to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes people are meant to have broken hearts and broken relationships, for you to have a chance to fight back for what you want or to see if there really was something between you and that significant other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have to remember the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why? Well, because the past is what made you who you are today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-7478432439770383625?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/7478432439770383625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=7478432439770383625&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7478432439770383625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/7478432439770383625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/past-is-past.html' title='PAST IS PAST ?'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TS5o7wyTgCI/AAAAAAAAAPc/VbYmsF8phyA/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-6651358691707523835</id><published>2011-01-10T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I could really use a hug right now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TSndh8hRd_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/eadCAP2xvks/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TSndh8hRd_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/eadCAP2xvks/s320/aaa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560218790216693746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could really use a hug right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p   style="margin: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Not one of those “It’s nice to see you again, I‘ve really missed you” type of hugs or those “Goodbye for now” type of hugs, but an actual hug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ones where each person has two arms wrapped around the other person’s body, holding on tight enough so no one feels the need to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The ones that last for more than a couple of seconds so you can rest your head on the other person’s shoulder for a while. Not the one armed hugs that need to be rushed so they could give a hug to the next person waiting to be hugged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The hugs where you don’t have to say anything because in that moment we just click when we’re holding onto each other. Hugs that make you feel like the world is slowing down just for you and everything is going to be okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s not just a hug anymore, it becomes something much more than that. One simple gesture had the power to motivate you and make you stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hugs like these are rare since you’re not exactly sure when you’re going to receive another one again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p   style="margin: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; text-align: center;font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giving you every possible reason to cherish the moment and make it last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-6651358691707523835?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/6651358691707523835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=6651358691707523835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6651358691707523835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/6651358691707523835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-could-really-use-hug-right-now.html' title='I could really use a hug right now.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TSndh8hRd_I/AAAAAAAAAPU/eadCAP2xvks/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-481272472373416748</id><published>2011-01-04T10:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.129+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TSKMuoVqBuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mN_BOMsJqY4/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TSKMuoVqBuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mN_BOMsJqY4/s320/aaa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558159622858737378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         I broke up with her.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;                         What happened?&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         She’s just too much for me.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt;                         What makes you say that? What did she do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, for one.. She only cared about her appearance. Always had to look good, always took forever to get dressed! So insecure..&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; So, you broke her heart because she wanted to keep your eyes locked on her? She wanted you to see that you have the prettiest girl under your sleeve and not think otherwise? I see..&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh.. Well.. She’d often call me or text me asking where I am, who I’m with, telling me not to smoke, not to drink. She’s so clingy!&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; So, you broke her heart because she cares about your well being? Because she cares about you a lot? And her greatest fear is losing you. I see..&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; But.. Uhh.. Well, she’d always cry when I say something slightly mean. She can’t handle anything. She’s a crybaby!&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; So, you broke her heart because she has feelings? And because she just wanted to hear you say you love her? I see..&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt; I.. Well! You know, she’d get jealous easily. I could barely talk to other girls! She’s so annoying! I had to hide it from her so she wouldn’t bitch about it.&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; So, you broke her heart because she just wanted you to commit to her? She thought you were faithful, but you lied so she could find out later and hurt even more? She just wanted the guy she loves the most to love only her. I see..&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         Well, she..&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; You broke up with her because she’s good for you? She just wanted the best for you? She’s broken now because you were selfish. Are you proud?&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;Boy:&lt;/strong&gt;                         I broke her heart.. Because I couldn’t see what was happening.. What happened to me?&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;strong&gt;His Best Friend:&lt;/strong&gt; You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could. You see? You didn’t want her when all she ever wanted was you. THAT’S what happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-481272472373416748?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/481272472373416748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=481272472373416748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/481272472373416748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/481272472373416748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-lost-girl-that-loved-you-like-no.html' title='You lost the girl that loved you like no one else could.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TSKMuoVqBuI/AAAAAAAAAPM/mN_BOMsJqY4/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-4770697706168649467</id><published>2011-01-03T09:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>He's worth it .</title><content type='html'>Don’t worry, he’ll miss you. &lt;div&gt;You’re the best he could get, and he blew it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t let him make you think for one second that this was your fault. It’s not. He screwed up, and you did absolutely nothing wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave him your heart, and you trusted him to keep it and protect it, but he couldn’t. And honestly, he’s not mature enough. He’s not smart enough. If he was smart, he would have cared for you with every fiber of his being and been with you every spare second he could. But he didn’t, and now he’s gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But don’t you cry. Don’t call him telling him you miss him. Don’t IM him, don’t message him, don’t comment him, don’t talk to him in the hallways. Just pretend you don’t care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And don’t be surprised when he comes crawling back saying he made a mistake. And if you want to go, go with him again. But make him work for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don’t be his doormat. Don’t let him in the first time he rings the bell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make him come back every day until you trust him enough. If he doesn’t come back after a couple of tries, just let him go. But if he comes back every day, then he’s worth it. Trust me .. he’s worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-4770697706168649467?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/4770697706168649467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=4770697706168649467&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4770697706168649467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/4770697706168649467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2011/01/hes-worth-it.html' title='He&apos;s worth it .'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-5495069504478746290</id><published>2010-12-25T11:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I miss it .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TRVoVQ4Yv3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/n7A9v0NKesw/s1600/aaa7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TRVoVQ4Yv3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/n7A9v0NKesw/s320/aaa7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554460429949386610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I still believed in Santa Claus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like really believed, believed to the point where I could go outside and leave carrots on my front door for the reindeer and not feel like an idiot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe to the point where I would get so excited pouring the milk and picking out my favorite cookies for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to wake up with that feeling of, "How did all these presents get here?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I wake up, thank my parents, and carry on with my day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's no more magic of Santa, like the real magic I had when I was 5. I miss it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-5495069504478746290?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/5495069504478746290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=5495069504478746290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5495069504478746290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/5495069504478746290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-miss-it.html' title='I miss it .'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TRVoVQ4Yv3I/AAAAAAAAAPE/n7A9v0NKesw/s72-c/aaa7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230405843229281321.post-8632936875339491677</id><published>2010-12-23T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:07:24.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Stop Bullying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TRMXX9ekPrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I-pbUhUWwJg/s1600/aaa1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TRMXX9ekPrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I-pbUhUWwJg/s320/aaa1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553808465885150898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stop bullying. Stop saying things which you “never meant that way.” Because these things can out someone down for days, weeks and even months or years. It might be that they smile about it, but who says that they aren’t dying on the inside? Everyone can fake a smile.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What about telling someone how beautiful they look today and not telling them how ugly they are. How about smiling at someone and not looking hateful at them. How about showing them that they are special and amazing in their own way and not telling them how wrong they are.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can make a difference. Stop Bullying. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1230405843229281321-8632936875339491677?l=emoprincess27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/feeds/8632936875339491677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1230405843229281321&amp;postID=8632936875339491677&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8632936875339491677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1230405843229281321/posts/default/8632936875339491677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emoprincess27.blogspot.com/2010/12/stop-bullying.html' title='Stop Bullying.'/><author><name>Mitchie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448851736717300917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TKgCWVjGpfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mxaYAGtbqPA/S220/aaa1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KJYnQlJuVbs/TRMXX9ekPrI/AAAAAAAAAO4/I-pbUhUWwJg/s72-c/aaa1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
