<?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-11331238</id><updated>2011-07-28T19:16:28.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between days and underneath my skin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4151666075737715628</id><published>2010-06-08T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T12:57:47.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lackluster</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I feel that I have neglected this blog for too long. Looking back at my really old posts, I feel (and this is entirely my own personal opinion) that I was witty enough and that I had a pretty good sense of humour.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I just feel so angsty.. that I have far too many issues to write anything of interest to anyone --or to myself even. I think I can honestly say that I miss the "old" me -- not that I'd give up any of the "new" me... It's just hard to have transitioned into who I am now and hope to find traces of the person that I had thought myself to be. Does any of this make sense anyway???!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Work is stressful - but that isn't something that's unique to my job. everyone has their own form of stress regardless of what their job description is. I feel the need to inject some passion in my life, to do something that that inspires me and makes me feel crazy-alive. I think I need a career-change or a life-change. I think I think too much and that I don't spend enough time actually thinking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm a lost "grown-up". I've lost the child in me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4151666075737715628?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4151666075737715628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4151666075737715628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4151666075737715628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4151666075737715628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2010/06/lackluster.html' title='Lackluster'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-862169586540283740</id><published>2010-05-17T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:48:56.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in ruins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 Guns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Green Day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do you know what's worth fighting for?&lt;br&gt;When it's not worth dying for?&lt;br&gt;Does it take your breath away&lt;br&gt;And you feel yourself suffocating?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Does the pain weigh out the pride?&lt;br&gt;And you look for a place to hide?&lt;br&gt;Did someone break your heart inside?&lt;br&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you're at the end of the road&lt;br&gt;And you lost all sense of control&lt;br&gt;And your thoughts have taken their toll&lt;br&gt;When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your faith walks on broken glass&lt;br&gt;And the hangover doesn't pass&lt;br&gt;Nothing's ever built to last&lt;br&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Did you try to live on your own&lt;br&gt;When you burned down the house and home?&lt;br&gt;Did you stand too close to the fire&lt;br&gt;Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When it's time to live and let die&lt;br&gt;And you can't get another try&lt;br&gt;Something inside this heart has died&lt;br&gt;You're in ruins&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Lay down your arms, give up the fight&lt;br&gt;One, 21 guns&lt;br&gt;Throw up your arms into the sky, you and I&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-862169586540283740?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/862169586540283740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=862169586540283740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/862169586540283740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/862169586540283740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-in-ruins.html' title='I&amp;#39;m in ruins...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7505223555979379249</id><published>2010-01-04T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:54:30.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Defying Gravity &lt;em&gt;from Wicked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Something has changed within me &lt;br&gt;Something is not the same &lt;br&gt;I'm through with playing by the rules &lt;br&gt;Of someone else's game &lt;br&gt;Too late for second-guessing &lt;br&gt;Too late to go back to sleep &lt;br&gt;It's time to trust my instincts &lt;br&gt;Close my eyes: and leap! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's time to try &lt;br&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br&gt;I think I'll try &lt;br&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br&gt;Kiss me goodbye &lt;br&gt;I am defying gravity &lt;br&gt;And you wont bring me down! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm through accepting limits &lt;br&gt;''cause someone says they're so &lt;br&gt;Some things I cannot change &lt;br&gt;But till I try, I'll never know! &lt;br&gt;Too long I've been afraid of &lt;br&gt;Losing love I guess I've lost &lt;br&gt;Well, if that's love &lt;br&gt;It comes at much too high a cost! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd sooner buy &lt;br&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br&gt;Kiss me goodbye &lt;br&gt;I'm defying gravity &lt;br&gt;I think I'll try &lt;br&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br&gt;And you wont bring me down! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'd sooner buy &lt;br&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br&gt;Kiss me goodbye &lt;br&gt;I'm defying gravity &lt;br&gt;I think I'll try &lt;br&gt;Defying gravity &lt;br&gt;And never bring me down! &lt;br&gt;bring me down! &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7505223555979379249?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7505223555979379249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=7505223555979379249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7505223555979379249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7505223555979379249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-2010.html' title='Hello 2010!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5278280971516078169</id><published>2009-12-23T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T18:27:11.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook is not the culprit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My blog has long been neglected but I must say that Facebook and the other social networking sites are not the culprit. There have just been too many things that happened in my life and I just never found the energy or the strength to put all my feelings into words.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are only several days in 2009 left and looking back, I must say that it's been a generally good year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I became a purple person and on certain occasions morphed into a person I don't recognize. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I was challenged and pushed to my limits but my lightbulb moments pulled me through.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I gained 20 pounds but also reached a level of happiness that I have not felt in such a long time. (yes, the inverse proportion still stands. MoFo!) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I found love but lost my father. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I became more aware of the power of the love of your family but had to learn it the painful way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got displaced but also found my 'place' on this earth. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I haven't spoken to Him much but that's always been a work in progress. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I lost a big amount of money but felt abundantly blessed just the same. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I visited new sites and went on fun adventures but at one point felt like I lost my way. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made new friends and learned to let go of those who weren't real. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I got wasted and wreckaged but saw how much I am loved (thank you dear friends). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I spent more time in the kitchen and applied my Mom's tricks of the trade (got burnt in the process).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I learnt that I still can't let go cos I don't know how to forgive myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I discovered that I can forgive and forget.. but not for some things and not for all people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I became debt-free and indebted all over again. (It's a vicious vicious cycle)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I grew up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2010 is fast-approaching. Christmas even faster (though I still don't feel the spirit. Bah hambug!) I may not be prepared for the things that are set my way in the coming year but I know that 2009 will leave me prepared for most things. To the choice few who will click on this link, I pray that your year has been (at the very least) as fruitful and colorful as mine and I wish that your 2010 will bring in more blessings and more joy in your life/ lives.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kampai!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5278280971516078169?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5278280971516078169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5278280971516078169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5278280971516078169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5278280971516078169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2009/12/facebook-is-not-culprit.html' title='Facebook is not the culprit'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5773945652388711133</id><published>2009-08-19T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T19:57:30.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait it Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="songlyrics"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait It Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imogen Heap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Where do we go from here? &lt;br&gt;How do we carry on? &lt;br&gt;I can't get beyond the questions. &lt;br&gt;Clambering for the scraps &lt;br&gt;in the shatter of us collapsed. &lt;br&gt;It cuts me with every could-have-been. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pain on pain on play, repeating &lt;br&gt;With the backup makeshift life in waiting. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everybody says that time heals everything. &lt;br&gt;But what of the wretched hollow? &lt;br&gt;The endless in-between? &lt;br&gt;Are we just going to wait it out? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's nothing to see here now, &lt;br&gt;turning the sign around; &lt;br&gt;We're closed to the Earth 'til further notice. &lt;br&gt;Clambering for the scraps, &lt;br&gt;clambering in the light. &lt;br&gt;We're closed to the Earth 'til further... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;An all-out one, only one street-level miracle. &lt;br&gt;I'll be a an out-and-out, born again from none more cynical. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everybody says that time heals everything. &lt;br&gt;But what of the wretched hollow? &lt;br&gt;The endless in-between? &lt;br&gt;Are we just going to wait it out? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And sit here cold? &lt;br&gt;Look, you'll be long gone by then. &lt;br&gt;And lackluster in dust we lay &lt;br&gt;'round old magazines. &lt;br&gt;Fluorescent lighting sets the scene &lt;br&gt;for all we could and should being &lt;br&gt;in the one life that we've got. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everybody says that time heals everything. &lt;br&gt;But what of the wretched hollow? &lt;br&gt;The endless in-between? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are we just going to wait it out? &lt;br&gt;Just going to sweat it out? &lt;br&gt;Just going to sweat it out? &lt;br&gt;Wait it out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;This is all surreal. It's been a few weeks only and thigns seem to be getting worse and worse. I still can't function right... I feel alone and at odds with the world. There are far too many things to deal with and I don't have a gameplan for any of this. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I. AM. SO. EXHAUSTED.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I want to escape...but to where? What is allowed? What is right? Where do I belong?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;I. AM. SO. EXHAUSTED.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5773945652388711133?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5773945652388711133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5773945652388711133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5773945652388711133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5773945652388711133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2009/08/wait-it-out.html' title='Wait it Out'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4870149691765471507</id><published>2009-03-21T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:03:44.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Not Asia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;* This post may insult people who live in, have travelled to, enjoyed, love (etc., etc., etc.) Malaysia so if this you're going to take this personnaly. Please quit reading this post now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am still at the airport in Malaysia as I write this but I can say with conviction:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It will definitely take an undefiable force of nature for me to return to this hellhole.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I would never ever give-up anything and anyone in Manila to stay in this country or live here. This probably just isn't my day but just the same, I can't help but feel negatively towards this place. Being back at work has been both fulfilling and stressful so this pre-planned trip with C, M and thier friends was definitely something that I welcomed--even if it meant being away from Jimmy and everyone else for an entire week but I can't help but feel that this is the most stressful trip I've ever been on in my entire life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;My bro and the others stayed on to continue to Bangkok tomorrow and I honestly wish them luck. Some of this trips lowlights:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;1. We had just come from Singapore so there was a stark contrast from the moment we landed here. The lady at the tourist information help desk was much happier chatting on the phone than to actually go and help the tourists.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;2. The smell. You can't miss it. 'Nuff said about that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Never trust internet pictures. I'm sure almost 100% of all 'eyeballs' are always miles different from actual photos which explains the actual state of the hotel we stayed in. Kudos to the photographer though. I'm just thankful the people were nice and always helpful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Their transportation system is a mystery to me. I have no idea how buses and trains work here. It doesn't help that the names are hard to pronounce, the map doesn't quite show everything and people can hardly speak English.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;5. No, I am not Japanese or Korean or Malaysian or a mery mix of different nationalities. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pilipino ako&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! And because I can wear tanktops and not have to walk around wrapped from head-to-toe does not give anyone the right to be all "WOW!!!" and ogle my breasts. NO. THAT IS WRONG. Regardless of the time and place.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;6. Because I had some errands to run and because I could not afford to be too far from the hotel we stayed in, I opted to go around the Bintang area to explore. While killing time at the bookstore, someone managed to get a hold of my mobile phone from my pocket. "I curse you and your next of kin. May sickness and death plague your bloodline forever!!!" It was a crappy phone but it worked and just the idea of someone stealig something from me just makes me sick to my stomach.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;7. The cabbie brought me to the wrong airport. Good thing he gave me his phone number so my bro could use him to get to the airport tomorrow because he was kind enough to bring me to the right one. You rock Radzi! Thank you for getting me one step closer to home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;That's about 7 of Malaysia's deadly sins committed against me. I have almost an hour to go till i have to get on the plane and quite honestly, I'm so scared that something else is going to happen. The best thing I learned on this trip: MANILA ROCKS AND KICKS SOME SERIOUS ASS! 3 stars and a sun!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Manila.. I'm coming home.. :p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4870149691765471507?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4870149691765471507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4870149691765471507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4870149691765471507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4870149691765471507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/truly-not-asia.html' title='Truly Not Asia'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-848026392360689646</id><published>2009-03-10T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:28:59.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I realized that it has been ages since I last blogged and obviously there have been a lot of changes that I have gone through in the last few months.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1 - HELLO: I am now a "purple person". It feels good to be back at work but admittedly, I still haven't gotten into the full-swing of things. Who starts work at 8am anyway??!!! To be honest, I think I've only gotten to the office at that time &lt;strong&gt;once&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm not too sure there'll be a second time. It feels like I'm in a totally different planet. The people are cool and forever on-the-go. I worry sometimes how they stay sane and if I'll ever get as busy as them. (my fingers are crossed!)The downside: Lotus notes and timesheets--What the...??!!! Seriously??!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2 - Today! HELLO: Jimmy! :) Suffice to say, I'm happy. We're happy. I know that this ride is about to get a lot crazy in the next few months but he makes me feel that it'll be worth it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3 - HELLO: Indy (for Indigo/ Indiana Jones meaning its main purpose is to go on adventures, formerly known as WarCar) has risen from the ashes and while I totally disagree with Pix and Jimmy, he is not Purple. He's still blue (a really really shiny and pretty blue!) cos my registration says so. Although, Indy is an entirely different creature from WarCar because he seems to have a mind of his own. He gets annoyed at me and literally throws a fit when I don't step on it and when I don't push him to his maximum potential and speed. My life is more at risk now when I drive slow. Just when I was trying to reform my psycho/jeepney driver ways... tsk tsk tsk!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4 - GOODBYE: SB-ness! I am possibly a good 10 pounds heavier than my last blog entry. I guess the SB theory must really hold true. (For those who are not in the know, the Skeeny Beetch Theory states that your skinny-ness is indirectly proportional to your happiness. In short: &lt;em&gt;payatola = miserable ka&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;juby/fitzz&lt;/em&gt; = happiness.) Jimmy and some other people think this is a better look for me though. I still don't believe that men like their women 'meatier'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5 - HELLO: new family members! GOODBYE: single blessedness! 2 of my best-est friends are getting married this year. G this Friday and Fifi in November. Two of my cousins are also getting married this year - May and November. My bio-clock is going ticktock but obviously, I'm not quite in panic mode just yet. My new hope ring helps a great deal in keeping me from worrying too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6 - GOODBYE: Cynicism! On a recent trip to Baguio, something in me changed drastically and dramatically. It could've been the 14 hours of rolling but just the same, I am now not as cynical and pessimistic as I used to be. I must've inhaled an insane amount of pixie dust--thanks a lot Pix! &lt;em&gt;Basta ngayon 'steady-bears' lang tayo parati&lt;/em&gt;.. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7 - GOODBYE: tears! It's all about moving forward. Maybe things are neither forgiven nor forgotten -- because they simply should not be.. but at least I'm definitely in a better place. At the very least, it was character-building and it's good to know that I am no longer 'stupefied'. (We really must share this language with the world Pix!) &lt;em&gt;Wala na raw akong karpatan magmaasim! &lt;/em&gt;And to that I say-- &lt;em&gt;NAMAN&lt;/em&gt;!!! Hehe ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8 - HELLO: Rockband! I actually played for the first time last weekend and it was so much fun. I just wish that we can really get our band together and have our own 'final set' just to get it out of my system.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9 - GOODBYE: color! For some reason, I've been gravitating towards all things gray when I'm out shopping. I feel drab so I will consciously inject color into my daily wardrobe. I not only went colorblind, I also turned into a Stepford-wife! Deargawd! No, I did not become fashionably-retarded but I may have cleaned-up a little I must get some of my "old mojo" back.. just a little bit lest Pix burn me alive on the spot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10 - HELLO: WORLD! Yes, I'm alive and I am so kickin' it! ;) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pk7jVsiWb3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;  &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pk7jVsiWb3o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Times Like These&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;I am a one way motorway&lt;br&gt;I'm the one that drives away&lt;br&gt;Then follows you back home&lt;br&gt;I am a street light shining&lt;br&gt;I'm a wild light blinding bright&lt;br&gt;Burning off alone&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's times like these you learn to live again&lt;br&gt;It's times like these you give and give again&lt;br&gt;It's times like these you learn to love again&lt;br&gt;It's times like these time and time again&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am a new day rising&lt;br&gt;I'm a brand new sky&lt;br&gt;To hang the stars upon tonight&lt;br&gt;I am a little divided&lt;br&gt;Do I stay or run away&lt;br&gt;And leave it all behind? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's times like these you learn to live again&lt;br&gt;It's times like these you give and give again&lt;br&gt;It's times like these you learn to love again&lt;br&gt;It's times like these time and time again &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-848026392360689646?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/848026392360689646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=848026392360689646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/848026392360689646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/848026392360689646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2009/03/hello-goodbye.html' title='Hello, Goodbye'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1213625402826476661</id><published>2008-12-16T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:03:09.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Heart Jimmy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SUez2AoKCEAAADnSdnY1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUez2AoKCEAAADnSdnY1/jimmy.jpg?et=1RTrP33JLxHDFbB8uADqjw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Meet the new Man in my Life whom I fondly call "Jimmy" (after Bruce Willis' character in The Whole Nine Yards and the sequel "Jimmy 'The Tulip' Tudeski. It's a really long story.. plus it's funny that Demi can be used as the punchline.. Teehee!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know it's not the MacBook that I originally wanted but I think this will serve my purpose for now plus I'm just so happy that I don't have to continue going around the metro looking like a Ninja Turtle with my old giant laptop bag-which I have passed on to Chocy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is more me - the New Me! Loves it!!! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1213625402826476661?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1213625402826476661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1213625402826476661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1213625402826476661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1213625402826476661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-heart-jimmy.html' title='I Heart Jimmy'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2099575671922657329</id><published>2008-12-08T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T22:55:28.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2.0.0.8</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's a bit too early for a year-end recap but just the same.. Rather than a blow by blow account, I think it would be a helluvalot simpler to say that my year was encapsulated within this:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"It's only after we've lost everything that we are free to do anything."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Tyler Durn, Fight Club&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;KAMPAI!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2099575671922657329?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2099575671922657329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2099575671922657329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2099575671922657329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2099575671922657329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='2.0.0.8'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-8512881896630906158</id><published>2008-11-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T04:28:59.505+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh.Snap.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;Got this via email from A. Found it so amusing that i just had to repost.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#111111"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bob Ong's Philosophy On Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="arial, helvetica"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#111111"&gt;1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang." &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1227204414_10" style="CURSOR: hand;BORDER-BOTTOM: #0066cc 1px dashed;"&gt;sa kanya&lt;/span&gt;, naunahan ka lang."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1227204414_11"&gt;Meron&lt;/span&gt; lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. “Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. “Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan”&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. "Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal...nakakata kot mahulog...at kapag nahulog ka, it's either by accident or talagang tanga ka.."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-8512881896630906158?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8512881896630906158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=8512881896630906158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8512881896630906158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8512881896630906158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/ohsnap.html' title='Oh.Snap.'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5636823085399970145</id><published>2008-11-20T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T03:30:27.974+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately. Need. Sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I may actually be on 'crack' and I'm starting to like it.. Not quite addicted or entirely hooked--maybe NOT YET. I'm not too sure I know how to deal with this. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;CRAP.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Db0bKT7E4pI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;  &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Db0bKT7E4pI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INSOMNIA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;Craig David&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never thought that I'd fall in love, love, love, love &lt;br&gt;But it grew from a simple crush, crush, crush, crush &lt;br&gt;Being without you girl, I was all messed up, up, up, up &lt;br&gt;When you walked out, said that you'd had enough-nough-nough-nough &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been a fool, girl I know &lt;br&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go &lt;br&gt;Maybe in time, you'll change your mind &lt;br&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me &lt;br&gt;No i can't live without you no more &lt;br&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me &lt;br&gt;Til this house feels like it did before &lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember telling my boys that I'd never fall in love, love, love, love &lt;br&gt;You used to think I'd never find a girl I could trust, trust, trust, trust &lt;br&gt;And then you walked into my life and it was all about us, us, us, us &lt;br&gt;But now I'm sitting here thinking I messed the whole thing up, up, up, up &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Been a fool (fool), girl I know (know) &lt;br&gt;Didn't expect this is how things would go &lt;br&gt;Maybe in time (time), you'll change your mind (mind) &lt;br&gt;Now looking back i wish i could rewind &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Because i can't sleep til you're next to me &lt;br&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more) &lt;br&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me) &lt;br&gt;Til this house feels like it did before (Because it) &lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah (Ah), Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, i just can't go to sleep &lt;br&gt;Cause it feels like I've fallen for you &lt;br&gt;It's getting way too deep &lt;br&gt;And i know that it's love because &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can't sleep til you're next to me &lt;br&gt;No i can't live without you no more (without you no more) &lt;br&gt;Oh i stay up til you're next to me (to me) &lt;br&gt;Til this house feels like it did before &lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;br&gt;Feels like insomnia ah ah, Feels like insomnia ah ah &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5636823085399970145?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5636823085399970145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5636823085399970145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5636823085399970145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5636823085399970145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/desperately-need-sleep.html' title='Desperately. Need. Sleep.'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4173402642240452667</id><published>2008-11-11T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:38:19.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;object height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADpEt6_ez6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;   &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ADpEt6_ez6w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALMOST LOVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Fine Frenzy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Your fingertips across my skin&lt;br&gt;The palm trees swaying in the wind, images..&lt;br&gt;You sang me Spanish lullabies&lt;br&gt;The sweetest sadness in your eyes&lt;br&gt;Clever trick&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I never want to see you unhappy&lt;br&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We walked along a crowded street&lt;br&gt;You took my hand and danced with me, images..&lt;br&gt;And when you left, you kissed my lips&lt;br&gt;You told me you would never, never forget &lt;br&gt;These images, no... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, I'd never want to see you unhappy&lt;br&gt;I thought you'd want the same for me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br&gt;Should've known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I cannot go to the ocean&lt;br&gt;I cannot drive the streets at night&lt;br&gt;I cannot wake up in the morning &lt;br&gt;Without you on my mind&lt;br&gt;So you're gone and I'm haunted&lt;br&gt;And I bet you are just fine&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did I make it that&lt;br&gt;Easy to walk right in and out&lt;br&gt;Of my life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Goodbye, my almost lover&lt;br&gt;Goodbye, my hopeless dream&lt;br&gt;I'm trying not to think about you&lt;br&gt;Can't you just let me be?&lt;br&gt;So long, my luckless romance&lt;br&gt;My back is turned on you&lt;br&gt;Should have known you'd bring me heartache&lt;br&gt;Almost lovers always do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4173402642240452667?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4173402642240452667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4173402642240452667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4173402642240452667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4173402642240452667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-memoriam.html' title='In Memoriam'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1756720488305450420</id><published>2008-08-13T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:50:18.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="songlyrics" style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;FONT-FAMILY: verdana;" align="left"&gt;It's been the roughest and toughest number to hit, when everything at every second seems to be on the brink .. but we made it just the same.. &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;FONT-FAMILY: verdana;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;FONT-FAMILY: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;FONT-FAMILY: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On The Side of Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;FONT-FAMILY: verdana;" align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corrinne May &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;FONT-FAMILY: verdana;" align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 13px;FONT-FAMILY: verdana;" align="left"&gt;I'm not the easiest person to love&lt;br&gt;I'm often the one who lets things go unresolved&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet you choose to be&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;Yet you choose to be on the side of me&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not too proud of some things&lt;br&gt;I've done in my life&lt;br&gt;The skeletons in my closet&lt;br&gt;Are too big for me to hide&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yet you choose to be&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;Blessed Charity&lt;br&gt;You're on the side of me&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br&gt;When it's cold outside&lt;br&gt;And there's no place to go&lt;br&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br&gt;All alone I cried&lt;br&gt;There was no place to go&lt;br&gt;I remember when nobody cared&lt;br&gt;But you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not the easiest person to love&lt;br&gt;But you, you've opened your heart to show me what I'm worth&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Cause you choose to be&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;What a mystery&lt;br&gt;You're on the side of me&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br&gt;When it's cold outside&lt;br&gt;And there's no place to go&lt;br&gt;Everyone needs a friend to hold&lt;br&gt;All alone I cried&lt;br&gt;There was no place to go&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remember when nobody cared&lt;br&gt;Nobody cared&lt;br&gt;But you... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah you choose to be&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;br&gt;On the side of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1756720488305450420?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1756720488305450420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1756720488305450420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1756720488305450420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1756720488305450420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/08/lucky-9.html' title='Lucky 9'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-281910097158624901</id><published>2008-07-29T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T07:29:53.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't It Be Nice to Just...</title><content type='html'>  &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ggy0KTUR25o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ggy0KTUR25o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;TELL HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lauryn Hill/ Colbie Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Let me be patient let me be kind&lt;br&gt; Make me unselfish without being blind&lt;br&gt; Though I may suffer I'll envy it not&lt;br&gt; And endure what comes&lt;br&gt; Cause he's all that I got and&lt;br&gt; Tell him...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Tell him I need him&lt;br&gt; Tell him I love him (tell him)&lt;br&gt; And it'll be alright&lt;br&gt; Telll him it'll be alright, it'll be alright&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now I may have faith to make mountains fall&lt;br&gt; But if I lack love then I am nothin' at all&lt;br&gt; If I can give away everything I possess&lt;br&gt; But left without love then I have no happiness&lt;br&gt; I know I'm imperfect &lt;br&gt;And not without sin&lt;br&gt; But now that I'm older all childish things end&lt;br&gt; And tell him...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Tell him I need him (yeah)&lt;br&gt; Tell him I love him (tell him)&lt;br&gt; And it'll be alright&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll never be jealous&lt;br&gt; And I won't be too kind&lt;br&gt; Cause love is not boastful&lt;br&gt; Oh and love is not loud&lt;br&gt; Tell him I need him&lt;br&gt; Tell him I love him&lt;br&gt; Everything's gonna be alright &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Now I may have wisdom and knowledge on Earth&lt;br&gt; But if I speak wrong then what is it worth?&lt;br&gt; See what we now know is nothing compared&lt;br&gt; to the love that was shown when our lives were spared&lt;br&gt; and tell him...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-281910097158624901?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/281910097158624901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=281910097158624901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/281910097158624901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/281910097158624901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/07/wouldn-it-be-nice-to-just.html' title='Wouldn&amp;#39;t It Be Nice to Just...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7070286638426783142</id><published>2008-07-29T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:55:20.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tick Tock Says the Clock...</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lzz-3NM6Ynw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lzz-3NM6Ynw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BROKEN&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Broken clock is a comfort&lt;br&gt;It helps me sleep tonight &lt;br&gt;Maybe it can stop tomorrow &lt;br&gt;From stealing all my time &lt;br&gt;And I am here still waiting &lt;br&gt;Though I still have my doubts &lt;br&gt;I am damaged at best &lt;br&gt;Like you've already figured out  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm falling apart  &lt;br&gt;I'm barely breathing &lt;br&gt;With a broken heart &lt;br&gt;That's still beating In the pain &lt;br&gt;There is healing In your name &lt;br&gt;I find meaning &lt;br&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm  holdin on)(I'm holdin on) &lt;br&gt;I'm barely holding on to you  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The broken locks were a warning &lt;br&gt;You got inside my head &lt;br&gt;I tried my best to be guarded &lt;br&gt;I'm an open book instead &lt;br&gt;And I still see your reflection Inside of my eyes &lt;br&gt;That are looking for purpose &lt;br&gt;They're still looking for life  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm falling apart  &lt;br&gt;I'm barely breathing &lt;br&gt;With a broken heart T&lt;br&gt;hat's still beating In the pain (In the pain) &lt;br&gt;Is there healing &lt;br&gt;In your name I find meaning &lt;br&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin on)(I'm holdin on)  (I'm still holdin on) (I'm holdin on) &lt;br&gt;I'm barely holding on to you  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm hanging on another day &lt;br&gt;Just to see what, you will throw my way &lt;br&gt;And I'm hanging on, to the words you say &lt;br&gt;You said that I will, will be okay &lt;br&gt;The broken light on the freeway &lt;br&gt;Left me here alone &lt;br&gt;I may have lost my way now &lt;br&gt;But I haven't forgotten my way home  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm falling apart  &lt;br&gt;I'm barely breathing &lt;br&gt;With a broken heart &lt;br&gt;That's still beating In the pain (In the pain) &lt;br&gt;There is healing In your name (In your name) &lt;br&gt;I find meaning &lt;br&gt;So I'm holding on (I'm still holdin')(I'm holdin' on)(I'm still holdin') (I'm holdin' on) (I'm still holdin') Barely holding on to you (I'm still holdin on) &lt;br&gt;Barely holdin on to you   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7070286638426783142?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7070286638426783142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=7070286638426783142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7070286638426783142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7070286638426783142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/07/tick-tock-says-clock.html' title='Tick Tock Says the Clock...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2998242339119037639</id><published>2008-07-28T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T20:40:29.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Into Gravity</title><content type='html'>*Thanks Katters for sharing this with the multiply-universe.. I just had to re-post it for reasons that I would rather not disclose.. It just speaks to me in ways "Sleeps with Butterflies" did and does.. &lt;pre&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;Sara Bareilles - Gravity lyrics&lt;/font&gt;Something always brings me back to you. It never takes too long. No matter what I say or do, I still feel you here 'till the moment I'm gone. You hold me without touch. You keep me without chains. I never wanted anything so much than to drown in your love and not feel your rain. CHORUS Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me. You loved me 'cause I'm fragile. When I thought that I was strong. But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone. CHORUS Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity. Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be. But you're on to me and all over me. I live here on my knees as I Try to make you see that you're Everything I think I need here on the ground. But you're neither friend nor foe though I Can't seem to let you go. The one thing that I still know is that you're keeping me downYou're keeping me down, yeah, yeah, yeahYou're onto me, onto me and all overSomething always brings me back to youIt never takes too long&lt;font size="+1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/s/sara_bareilles/gravity.html" target="_blank"&gt;Gravity lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2998242339119037639?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2998242339119037639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2998242339119037639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2998242339119037639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2998242339119037639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/07/falling-into-gravity.html' title='Falling Into Gravity'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-468553529777114620</id><published>2008-06-25T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:35:45.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot Dot Dot</title><content type='html'>I.&lt;br&gt;Think.&lt;br&gt;I.&lt;br&gt;Might.&lt;br&gt;Actually.&lt;br&gt;Be.&lt;br&gt;Going.&lt;br&gt;Insane.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Please.&lt;br&gt;Stop.&lt;br&gt;The.&lt;br&gt;Madness.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-468553529777114620?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/468553529777114620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=468553529777114620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/468553529777114620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/468553529777114620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/06/dot-dot-dot.html' title='Dot Dot Dot'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7346733986143580801</id><published>2008-05-28T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T19:49:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 + 2 Big Guns in town&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 Big Fight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;700,000 reasons to worry = 30,000,000 teardrops &amp; beads of sweat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 Terrorists + 3 Counter-terrorists ready for battle. This is for Sparta!!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;32 Days (and counting.. OH. DEAR. GAWD.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 270++ other days on mind...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;52 hours till the weekend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;150 minutes till I can grab a bottle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 major headache = 2 pills for sanity&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7346733986143580801?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7346733986143580801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=7346733986143580801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7346733986143580801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7346733986143580801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/05/numbers.html' title='Numbers'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-3807425801836005555</id><published>2008-05-16T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:59:08.634+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Granny Goose</title><content type='html'>For the first time in ages, I actually had time to sit down and have breakfast before going to work. I was halfway through breakfast and going through our preso when my Lola came down to eat. I had the O-D-D-E-S-T conversation with her.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola:&lt;/span&gt; How old will you be in October?&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; 28&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola:&lt;/span&gt; 28? So &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kelan ka mag-aasawa&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ha??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko pa talaga iniisip yun&lt;/span&gt; Lola.&lt;br&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lola:&lt;/span&gt; Good good. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dapat mga pag-30 ka nalang ikasal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(This is odd because in past conversations, she wanted me to go and get married so I could give her great-grandchildren! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tapos ngayon&lt;/span&gt;... weird!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lola:&lt;/span&gt; You don't drive your car to work &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ba&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit lagi nanjan sa&lt;/span&gt; garage?&lt;br&gt;         &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Me:&lt;/span&gt; Lola, I drive to work.  Coding&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lang ako&lt;/span&gt; yesterday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya &lt;/span&gt;I didn't bring my car.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Bet you she only saw my car yesterday = &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LAGI/ PARATI&lt;/span&gt; ko iniiwan!!! Ayus!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Excuse me, Lola. I have to leave for work already. (as I get up from my seat)&lt;br&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lola:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Family given nickname'&lt;/span&gt; (which I refuse to disclose, especially not in                     cyberspace!), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ano yang damit mo&lt;/span&gt;? Psychedelic &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yan diba&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;        &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Me:&lt;/span&gt; (eyes as big as saucers) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ha?&lt;/span&gt;?!! Yes Lola, my dress is psychedelic. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Wow, GROOVY!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news, I got this message from my Mum this morning:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Am trying Globe's Tracker service. They might text you to ask for your permission to be tracked."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggghht!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YUN LANG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-3807425801836005555?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3807425801836005555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=3807425801836005555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3807425801836005555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3807425801836005555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/05/granny-goose.html' title='Granny Goose'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-946428685057122663</id><published>2008-05-08T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T12:31:03.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating By</title><content type='html'>Exactly a year ago, I posted &lt;a href="http://rejix.multiply.com/journal/item/52/The_Ride"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on my blog. At that time, I felt the need to let go and to give up on something/ of someone that my heart knew to be mine. I can't say that was the smartest decision I made of all time or if I managed to actually follow-through on that but at that time, I felt that it was something that I had to do in order to preserve myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One year later, with everything that I've gone through, I now find myself hanging on to something/ someone that is actually mine and that I feel is right. My life has just turned 180 and I'm dreading the day it goes a full 360. I don't think I'm capable of being in that same position anytime soon. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been excessively horMy (read: hormonal) the past few days and while I know that I didn't have much reason to, I just felt really lonely. Lucky for me, H has been very patient with me and has been extra loving. Today I woke up feeling a lot better but somehow, I wouldn't be too surprised if this turns out to be another lackluster day. I need to ignite my passion for something, anything. I feel so dead. I need to recharge so I can focus on the things that I have to accomplish. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I need to just breathe...&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-946428685057122663?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/946428685057122663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=946428685057122663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/946428685057122663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/946428685057122663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/05/floating-by.html' title='Floating By'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-3517127227473316837</id><published>2008-04-28T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:17:53.148+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy H Day!!! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/32/4"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/38/117"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/41/56"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;Happy Birthday to my absolute favorite person in the whole world! Love, love, love and more love today and the rest of our days! :D&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/3/photos/38/300x300/52/CIMG5495.JPG?et=vGzBN5g9JqJMzFphlwIGOg&amp;nmid=76631188" border=0&gt;&lt;A href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/11/73"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/4/photos/11/300x300/73/05052007485.jpg?et=Q4RGenlzkf8aR,WLHwzg,A&amp;nmid=18609247" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/4/photos/32/300x300/4/CIMG5169.JPG?et=FjBXvud3dXEkmgr9GwedXA&amp;nmid=73134722" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/3/photos/38/300x300/117/CIMG5563.JPG?et=Bjho7OEf+xysFblPcHtNiQ&amp;nmid=76631188" border=0&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/4/photos/41/300x300/56/CIMG6439.JPG?et=KfsSLw0xM8cqsg4Jxm,IwA&amp;nmid=92842978" border=0&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddleb src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/2/photos/42/300x300/30/CIMG6504.JPG?et=LaEKaeeeyx1YDVh6PyQWyg&amp;nmid=92849410" border=0&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-3517127227473316837?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3517127227473316837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=3517127227473316837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3517127227473316837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3517127227473316837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-h-day.html' title='Happy H Day!!! ;)'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2432000944125939374</id><published>2008-04-26T10:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:57:27.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SBLNkQoKCEAAABD8TUs1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/SBLNkQoKCEAAABD8TUs1/flipflops.jpg?et=WgxZsOGkH2FRZNsg6vyfug&amp;nmid=" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;A few weeks back, my most favorite pair of flipflops met its untimely demise. I had just gotten home, I was about to step out of the car when the strap just snapped. Weird! I didn't know that it was possible to destroy a pair of havaianas. I always thought that these were borderline invincible --this pair in particular cos I've been toting this to anywhere and everywhere. This is my most used pair and this specifically has a lot of history and sentimental value.. but then again, recent events have lead me to believe that I may very well be mistaken and that what I gave value to may not deserve that kind of appraisal. I always think that it's better to be quiet or uninvolved rather than to throw a Tupperware party. Or when it's unavoidable, try not to be so transparent when your face is in plain view of other people who actually care. It's insulting really but at least I know better than to hold on to something that was never there in the first place.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;I've been painfully reminded that ghosts will always be ghosts and when you least expect it, they'll come back to haunt you. The past few weeks with last night's culminating activity has got me desperately begging for an exorcism. Just when I think things are okay, they all come out one by one and bite me in the ass. It's exhausting really. I just wanna lie in bed and forget about everything. If this keeps up, I don't know how long I'll last.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2432000944125939374?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2432000944125939374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2432000944125939374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2432000944125939374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2432000944125939374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/04/sign-of-times_26.html' title='A Sign of the Times'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-9135252409031930796</id><published>2008-04-10T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T17:37:24.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed It! Again!!! </title><content type='html'>I missed my blog-nniversary yet again! Dammmmnit!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been blogging for three years now and I can hardly believe the changes that I have undergone since then. I've ranted and raved about a million and one things and I know that with everything that is going on in my life, I have a million and one more things to talk about. My only wish is that I can get my had screwed on more tightly so I can write more coherently! Hehehe :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-9135252409031930796?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9135252409031930796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=9135252409031930796&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/9135252409031930796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/9135252409031930796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/04/missed-it-again.html' title='Missed It! Again!!! '/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2949673708472383424</id><published>2008-04-02T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T15:39:25.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Confirmed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R-M39goKCEAAADqwgSM1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/R-M39goKCEAAADqwgSM1/bkk.jpg?et=4WOMErdEHJGEajt2%2CxvhAw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Things here at the Machineshop really happen at warp speed. In 4 hours, I will find myself on board an airplane that will take me to the NMHQ in BKK (that would've been a mouhful, really!) I'm excited and petrified at the same time.. but as with all new adventures--it'll be character building. Thundercats are GOoooo!!! :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2949673708472383424?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2949673708472383424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2949673708472383424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2949673708472383424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2949673708472383424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-confirmed.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Confirmed'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5071769976515583641</id><published>2008-03-28T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:53:46.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.N.E.P.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UN-frikkin-BELIEVABLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang buhay nga naman.. Kung totoo yung &lt;/span&gt;"when it rains, it pours..", signal number 20 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ata sa aking munting planeta. Nakanaman! Tenks Gad lang talaga! Hehehe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/shade.png"&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5071769976515583641?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5071769976515583641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5071769976515583641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5071769976515583641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5071769976515583641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/03/hanep.html' title='H.A.N.E.P.'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6340749570542570082</id><published>2008-03-17T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:50:04.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Funk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;So there.. I survived my first day of "school"! I have yet to figure out what term of endearment best fits my new 'Pancitan'. It's all very exciting and all new to me. To be honest, I'm partly scared because of all the new responsibilites that I have to handle but I feel challenged just the same. The office feels light and comfy and the people are just great really.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Let's wait and see how the rest of this story unfolds.. ;)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6340749570542570082?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6340749570542570082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6340749570542570082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6340749570542570082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6340749570542570082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-day-funk.html' title='First Day Funk!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1475270259710353928</id><published>2008-02-26T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T00:12:33.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Order Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R8QuCQoKCEAAAB@oZxQ1"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R8QuCQoKCEAAAB@oZxQ1/truck%20jump2.jpg?et=yOlE7fYgwUsiZrurCj533Q&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF EP/ PD at Stylist Kuning-Kuning/ Waitress Extraordinaire sa Pancitan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;02 May 2005 - 29 February 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a journey it has been! Day 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;palang ng aking&lt;/span&gt; imposed terminal leave, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang di ko na alam gagawin ko.. Di ko alam paano uubusin ang oras ko sa ibang paraan maliban sa pagtambay sa Pancitan, sa pakikipagkulitan at baklaan sa mga vakys sa&lt;/span&gt; office, etc.etc.etc... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sobrang bilis ng mga pangyayari. Nakakabaliw.&lt;/span&gt; Choice &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko to pero ANG. SAKIT. P*tah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before I knew it, I was already saying goodbye to the people whom I spent the last few years with.. to people I saw and shared life with more than my own family and friends.. to a place that molded me into the person I've become.. to a crazy beautiful adventure that I will never ever forget..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merong nag-request. Wag na daw ako sumulat at bakalain ko nalang sya. Palagay ko naman ay matagal-tagal bago nya ito mabasa (kung basahin man niya) at dahil likas akong emotera, wala nalang pakialamanan. Pwede nyo naman ilipat ang pahina kung ayaw nyo makita ang pagka-Kokak ko! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Maraming salamat Ama, sobrang dami kong natutunan mula say&lt;/span&gt;o. I will always remember the opportunities that you gave me. No one in their right mind would've taken a chance on me the way you did but I'm glad that you trusted me enough with the responsibilities that you gave me. I know I would be far from the person I am now had you not allowed me to face all those challenges head-on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahal ko kayo. Alam nyo na di ko sinasadya gawin ito ngayon at di ko kahit kailan gugustuhin na masaktan kayo. Ganun nalang ang respeto ko sa inyo. Sana tandaan nyo yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. V! My ZIz! You know that I you are one of the good things that I leave the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt; WITH. I know that the friendship and bond that we have formed goes well beyond the walls of the Pancitan. I will see most definitely see you on the outside.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Tagteam Partner. You can't imagine how difficult this is for me. I don't know how to make you understand all these things with so much going on in your life. I always thought that "you &amp; me" were more similar than anyone else in the Pancitan so it was but natural for us to gravitate towards each other. I also thought that what we've shared in the past years would transcend any 'goodbyes' that we might have to say. You may have just proven me wrong. I hope that you'll wake up one day and find a need for me and my friendship again. Call me. You know that I'll always answer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mga Vaks at Veks. Sa lahat ng mga vakleurs na nakilala ko sa Pancitan&lt;/span&gt; (NettyVeky, Bebeh, Denggy, Hersh, JenPan, Chay-R, Sis Mars, etc.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Makulay ang buhay ko dahil sa inyo.&lt;/span&gt; Laughing is living. Salamat.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Hengot - our road has been  a bumpy one. Maybe we'll have a better shot at it with me on the outside. Just breathe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  6. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa iba pang mga "karakter" &lt;/span&gt;(I say this fondly of course) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa Pancitan, maraming salamat sa  pakikitungo nyo sa akin, sa tulong ninyo, sa pag-unawa at sa lahat-lahat. Ma-mmiss ko kayo, mga shooting, mga laughtrip, yosi break, foodtrip  at marami pang iba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. To the people in this industry and beyond that I've worked with in the past few years,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ang galing ninyong lahat&lt;/span&gt;! There wasn't a single shoot day that I didn't learn something from you. I will carry this with me in the next "(advertising) life".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. H, I would never have met you if not for the Pancitan and I would have to go through the rest of my life incomplete. Thank you for being my emotional punching bag and my cushion as I go through this transtion. Thank you for your patience and seemingly endless love. I'm lucky to be loved by you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Soon I will embark on a new adventure, start a new chapter in my life. I'm scared and I'm anxious but I'm pretty sure it'll be one hell of a ride.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wish me luck! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOURNEY TO THE PAST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heart don't fail me now&lt;br&gt; Courage don't desert me, &lt;br&gt;Don't turn back now that we're here&lt;br&gt; People always say life is full of choices &lt;br&gt; No one ever mentions fear&lt;br&gt; Or how the road can seem so long&lt;br&gt; How the world can seem so vast&lt;br&gt; Courage see me through&lt;br&gt; Heart I am trusting you&lt;br&gt; On this journey to the past...&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Somewhere down this road, &lt;br&gt;I know someone's waiting &lt;br&gt; Years of dreams just can't be wrong &lt;br&gt; Arms will open wide, &lt;br&gt;I'll be safe and wanted &lt;br&gt; Finally home where I belong &lt;br&gt; Well starting here my life begins&lt;br&gt; Starting now I'm learning fast&lt;br&gt; Courage see me through&lt;br&gt; Heart i am trusting you&lt;br&gt; On this journey to the past&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Heart don't fail me now (no)&lt;br&gt; Courage don't desert me.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Home, love, family; there was once a time I must have had them too &lt;br&gt; Home, love, family; I will never be complete until I find you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; One step at a time &lt;br&gt; One hope then another &lt;br&gt; Who knows where this road may go?&lt;br&gt; Back to who I was &lt;br&gt; On to find my future &lt;br&gt; Things my heart still needs to know&lt;br&gt; Yes, let this be a sign&lt;br&gt; Let this road be mine&lt;br&gt; Let it lead me to my past&lt;br&gt; Courage see me through&lt;br&gt; Heart I am trusting you  &lt;br&gt; To bring me home &lt;br&gt; At last&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1475270259710353928?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1475270259710353928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1475270259710353928&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1475270259710353928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1475270259710353928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/02/last-order-please.html' title='Last Order Please'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2439397297516904921</id><published>2008-02-19T06:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:13:25.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it Pancit!</title><content type='html'>Good Gawd.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there. I went and did it. I didn't think I could and ever would but I went and did it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just wonder what'll happen next...  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2439397297516904921?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2439397297516904921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2439397297516904921&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2439397297516904921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2439397297516904921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/02/that-it-pancit.html' title='That&amp;#39;s it Pancit!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5487956331100060770</id><published>2008-01-31T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T10:44:19.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lack of A Sense of Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Bored out of my skull. I should be working but... &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stole this from &lt;a href="http://lr16.multiply.com/journal/item/43/25_Random_People"&gt;LR&lt;/a&gt;! Thanks Hanehbunch! :9&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Name 25 people you can think of right off the top of your head. Don’t read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 25 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. H&lt;br&gt;2. Vaky&lt;br&gt;3. Veky&lt;br&gt;4. Jammy&lt;br&gt;5. Fifi&lt;br&gt;6. Jojo&lt;br&gt;7. Leona&lt;br&gt;8. Leandro&lt;br&gt;9. Sis Mariel&lt;br&gt;10. Tagteam Partner&lt;br&gt;11. Bebeh&lt;br&gt;12. Mylabs&lt;br&gt;13. Boppers&lt;br&gt;14. HeyBro&lt;br&gt;15. Matteo&lt;br&gt;16. Lancey&lt;br&gt;17. Kurly&lt;br&gt;18. G-girl&lt;br&gt;19. Abu&lt;br&gt;20. Bro&lt;br&gt;21. Kapatid&lt;br&gt;22. Toppers&lt;br&gt;23. Mareng Dinny&lt;br&gt;24. Papa Ken&lt;br&gt;25. Carina&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;how did you meet #3?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si Veky ang Reyna ng Pancitan&lt;/span&gt;! (hehehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what would you do if #4 and #5 were going out?&lt;br&gt;Jammy and Fifi - The 3 of us made a pact to NEVER EVER join that team. We've just been through too much together&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what do you know about #6?&lt;br&gt;Jojo - is in the States, working his ass off and spending that money on them Hoes! Joooke! :9&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what do you think of #8?&lt;br&gt;Leandro is addicted to red bull!&lt;br&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what would you do if #7 confessed that he/she loves you?&lt;br&gt;Leona - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wag po Ate&lt;/span&gt;!!! Hehehe :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;a fact about #21?&lt;br&gt;Kapatid - He's got my back, I just gotta holla'! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahal ako nyan, mahal ko din sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;who's going out with #1&lt;br&gt;ME!!! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what's #9 do for a living?&lt;br&gt;Sis Mariel - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aliping Sagigilid like me.. Hehehe.. Pero sya may condo, ako wala&lt;/span&gt;! :9&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what do you like about #22?&lt;br&gt;Toppers - She has smurfs for friends cos she's funny like that! Hahaha ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;do you miss #24?&lt;br&gt;Papa Ken - I miss our W Club meetings! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what's your opinion of #10?&lt;br&gt;Tagteam Partner - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;KrungKrung yan paminsan pero mahal ko yan. &lt;/span&gt;She gives me a different perspective on things. Have you seen our childhood??!! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what do you think of #23?&lt;br&gt;Mareng Doc Dinny - She's gonna rock the medical world! We've been through so much together. I just know whatever happens, we'll always have each other (in the non-lessie way of course).&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what would you do if #11 and #20 were going out?&lt;br&gt;Bebeh &amp; Bro - Hmmm.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pwede kasi cute tingnan pero may mga mag-aamok..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;who does #2 like?&lt;br&gt;Vaky - Hmmmm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang dami! Puro pang hi-class&lt;/span&gt;! Hahaha :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;would you ever go to the movies with #9?&lt;br&gt;Sis Mariel - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala pa kaming natutuloy na lakad! Anobuzz??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;is #4 hot?&lt;br&gt;Jammy - Damn straight!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what can you say about #19?&lt;br&gt;Abu - Definitely one of the most creative people I know. Infinite possibilities Luv!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;does #18 know #16?&lt;br&gt;G-girl and Lancey - Yep. We move in small circles.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;will #17 and #15 work out as lovers?&lt;br&gt;Kurly and Matteo - Kurly would geet the chair, altthough Matteo would love this! :9&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is #12 friendly?&lt;br&gt;Mylabs - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naman&lt;/span&gt;! Best PM ever! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;are you close to #2?&lt;br&gt;Vaky - Bluetooth Zizter&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ever dated #14?&lt;br&gt;HeyBro - That would be incest even if he's actually an in-law!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;is #15 a good friend of yours?&lt;br&gt;Matteo - is my baby boy! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;what would you say to #1?&lt;br&gt;H - You know you love me. XOXO. :D&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what would you like to say to #4?&lt;br&gt;Jammy - I muss you! I miss you! I miss you! Where are you??!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ever had a fight with #11?&lt;br&gt;H - Yeah.. but it's all good. He's my sunshine! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;describe #17&lt;br&gt;Kurly - is the curliest Chica Picante. She's "In Love" too.. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;what if #11 and #15 dated?&lt;br&gt;Bebeh and Matteo - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silya Elektrika! Sa height lang pwede..&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;would #16 and #19 make a good couple?&lt;br&gt;Lancey and Abu - I don't really see this happening.. even in a parallel universe..;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;is #14 a good kisser?&lt;br&gt;HeyBro - I'm gonna have to confirm with Boppers but so far, the reviews have been great! Hahaha :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;who does #3 love?&lt;br&gt;Veky - Ang mga Bakal Boys at Kakrongers (represent y'all! ) Hehehe :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;if #4 were to go out with #9, would #5 get mad?&lt;br&gt;Jammy and Sis Mariel + Fifi - Ummm, no judgement..???&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;was #20 ever with someone from your list of names above?&lt;br&gt;Bro - Hmmm.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya sya naging Bro&lt;/span&gt;.. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;who does #25 like?&lt;br&gt;Car - loves Gar! :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;is #24 nice?&lt;br&gt;Papa Ken - Yep, he's a sweetheart! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;is #13 weird?&lt;br&gt;Boppers - is sugar and spice and everything nice! Hehehe :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5487956331100060770?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5487956331100060770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5487956331100060770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5487956331100060770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5487956331100060770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-lack-of-sense-eof-purpose.html' title='For Lack of A Sense of Purpose'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4524591433706464669</id><published>2008-01-18T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T16:31:19.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Fix</title><content type='html'>I was introduced by my Uncle to a new remedy for the common cough and colds--&gt; Vicks vaporub! I know it's really an "old school" remedy but he had me place it before bedtime on the soles of my feet, right before I cover them with socks. I woke up this morning feeling better and surprisingly, without wanting to break into a coughing fit. Try it for yourselves!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Hmmm.. I wonder if this is a sign for me to take up smoking again.. It's only been 1 day!!! Ugh!!!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;In the middle of our very first (and hopefully last) semi-heated argument, N/H stopped me dead in my tracks last night with this question: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano bang pinaka-importante sayo ngayon&lt;/span&gt;?". &lt;br&gt;It placed things in the 'right' perspective. &lt;br&gt;He reminded me that we should process our thoughts, words and actions beforehand...&lt;br&gt;    That we should choose our battles... &lt;br&gt;    That my past-while it affects my/our present- is exactly what it is: in the past and I should l         learn to let those hurts go...&lt;br&gt;    That we shouldn't let the little things affect our relationship that way...&lt;br&gt;    That he understands and he knows that I understand him as well...&lt;br&gt;    That he loves me and he would never hurt me...&lt;br&gt;    That I am the most important thing/person to him now...&lt;br&gt;    That loving me is what matters most to him...&lt;br&gt;    That I may not be 100% but that's okay..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was one of those lightbulb moments that I think will change the way I look at our relationship and all my other relationships from here on end. Last night could've gone worse in so many ways but it didn't because he doesn't have as much pride as I do and because he knows what's important to him. He may not really know how to handle me exactly but he's learning and he's teaching me a few lessons along the way. I'm loving this journey with him.. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I just want you close&lt;br&gt; Where you can stay forever&lt;br&gt; You can be sure&lt;br&gt; That it will only get better&lt;br&gt; You and me together&lt;br&gt; Through the days and nights&lt;br&gt; I dont worry cause&lt;br&gt; Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br&gt; People keep talking&lt;br&gt; They can say what they like&lt;br&gt; But all I know is everything's gonna be alright&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; No one no one no one&lt;br&gt; Can get in the way of what I'm feeling&lt;br&gt; No one no one no one&lt;br&gt; Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br&gt; You you&lt;br&gt; Can get in the way of what I feel for you&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; When the rain is pouring down&lt;br&gt; And my heart is hurting&lt;br&gt; You will always be around&lt;br&gt; This I know for certain&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; You and me together&lt;br&gt; Through the days and nights&lt;br&gt;I dont worry cause&lt;br&gt; Everythings gonna be alright&lt;br&gt; People keep talking&lt;br&gt; They can say what they like&lt;br&gt; But all I know is everything's gonna be alright&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I know some people search the world&lt;br&gt; To find something like what we have&lt;br&gt; I know people will try&lt;br&gt; Try to divide&lt;br&gt; Something so real&lt;br&gt; So till the end of time&lt;br&gt; I'm telling you that&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4524591433706464669?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4524591433706464669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4524591433706464669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4524591433706464669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4524591433706464669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/01/quick-fix.html' title='Quick Fix'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2681749927800742708</id><published>2008-01-16T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T19:20:42.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Hiatus</title><content type='html'>I just smoked my last cigarette. CRAP! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am not a quitter (funny how this line can be applied this way, hehehe) so I won't go and say that I just quit smoking but I will say that I'm going to TRY to not smoke for awhile-- especially since I haven't stopped coughing since last week. I am, however, free to take up smoking whenever the need arises or when I feel that I just really want one, expecting no judgement from anyone and everyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wish me luck! :p&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2681749927800742708?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2681749927800742708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2681749927800742708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2681749927800742708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2681749927800742708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/01/on-hiatus.html' title='On Hiatus'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4550729862327164695</id><published>2008-01-15T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:27:07.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R4yM8woKCEAAADdiHco1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R4yM8woKCEAAADdiHco1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px; height: 183px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/2/photos/upload/300x300/R4yM8woKCEAAADdiHco1/Image025.jpg?et=suz6KW8mpTdloSkaNCsmdw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;N/H and I had a fab and kitschy dinner at Fat Mich&lt;a href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R4yM8woKCEAAADdiHco1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ael's last night. I felt like I was in a Shabby Chic segment which is a good thing really beacuse the place provided just the right atmosphere for us, especially considering we both had crazy days at our separate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We arrived just on time--which was a wee bit earlier than our 9pm reservation--so we didn't have to wait as long as I thought we would because they got to our order as soon as we placed it. We feasted on yummy seafood and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kesong puti&lt;/span&gt; pizza, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aligue&lt;/span&gt; pasta, beef &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salpicao&lt;/span&gt;, a bottle of Merlot and capped our meal with choco coffee cake (super rich and absolutely divine!).  I've actually been meaning to try this place out for a couple of years but I guess I just never got around to it. I've been constantly build&lt;a href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R4yM8woKCEAAADdiHco1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing a list of food finds that I want to check out over the years. It's nice that N/H and I actually still have a lot of "firsts" to experience together given our individual histories. He might argue&lt;a href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R4yM8woKCEAAADdiHco1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but I must say that this trumps our Paseo Uno dinner. Good thing for him, he has V-day to top this little production. 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I dunno really. I feel like I'm at a loss for words but I manage to get through each and evry day. We manage. Thank goodness for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AutoVaksters&lt;/span&gt; whom I rely on dearly for sanity here and for the Partner/s who come through for you in their own little way and who can reach out to you subtly, putting aside differneces you may have had in the past... It's complicated but not really. I wish I had a real concrete tangible solution.. Wish wish wish..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;While there are things that are topsy-turvy, I'm still in a relatively good disposition. I credit a  whole lot of this to my family (main plus my Kapatids, etc.) and N/H of course. You're my happy pills! XOXO!!! :*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUBBLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Colby Caillat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been awake for a while now&lt;br&gt; You got me feeling like a child now&lt;br&gt; 'Cause every time I see your bubbly face&lt;br&gt; I get the tinglies in a silly place&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It starts in my toes&lt;br&gt; And I crinkle my nose&lt;br&gt; Wherever it goes&lt;br&gt; I always know&lt;br&gt; That you make me smile&lt;br&gt; Please stay for a while now&lt;br&gt; Just take your time&lt;br&gt; Wherever you go&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The rain is falling on my window pane&lt;br&gt; But we are hiding in a safer place&lt;br&gt; Under covers staying dry and warm&lt;br&gt; You give me feelings that I adore&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;What am I going to say&lt;br&gt; When you make me feel this way&lt;br&gt; I just mmmmm&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I've been asleep for a while now&lt;br&gt; You tuck me in just like a child now&lt;br&gt; 'Cause every time you hold me in your arms&lt;br&gt; I'm comfortable enough to feel your warmth&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; And it starts in my soul&lt;br&gt; And I lose all control&lt;br&gt; When you kiss my nose&lt;br&gt; The feeling shows&lt;br&gt; 'cause you make me smile baby&lt;br&gt; Just take your time now&lt;br&gt; Holdin' me tight&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br&gt; Wherever wherever wherever you go&lt;br&gt; Wherever you go&lt;br&gt; I always know&lt;br&gt; 'Cause you make me smile&lt;br&gt; Even just for a while&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4550729862327164695?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4550729862327164695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4550729862327164695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4550729862327164695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4550729862327164695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/01/two.html' title='two'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1386814189043983937</id><published>2008-01-08T07:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:06:44.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Witches and Warlocks</title><content type='html'> &lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had a rather interesting New Year celebration at my Mum's house last week. I don't quite know how the conversattion went that way but it was cool but at the same time pretty freaky considering it was the first time my other cousins opened up about what was going on in their lives.&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After a friendly visit from the family's resident psychic Angel over the weekend, we soon discovered that our clan is somewhat like Hogwarts-in-the making. We have psychics, healers, pre-cogs, elementals, spirit-guides and the like in our family. We even had eerie images of our "friends/neighbors" who joined us on our "holiday getaway" in Tagaytay during Christmas. It was a hardcore party--except we weren't exactly aware of it until last weekend. I am (sadly, i think) one of the more normal ones -- a Muggle or a borderline Mudblood maybe but I suppose I should consider myself lucky. Life can be so much more complicated when you have these violators to change your decision-making process. I have enough on my plate --Thank You Very Much! Hahaha :D&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aside from our "Wiizarding" crash-course, Angel gave us our usual readings and the answers to a lot of our questons. It's scary and unnerving to hear some of the things that she had to say but we are reminded that these are mere guidelines. Anything and everything can change depending on the decisions and actions that we make in the coming days, weeks.. I suppose we just need to make a more conscious effort to avoid things that could lead to the fulfillment of her "bad" readings (and to do everything to draw in and attract the good vibes! Hehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you see what I see??!!! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R4L2AwoKCEAAAFAmdU01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R4L2AwoKCEAAAFAmdU01/DSCN0171.JPG?et=ybotKcrJTBltqlLab2aAvA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1386814189043983937?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1386814189043983937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1386814189043983937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1386814189043983937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1386814189043983937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2008/01/of-witches-and-warlocks.html' title='Of Witches and Warlocks'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4638123246161209094</id><published>2007-12-20T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T20:09:41.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights</title><content type='html'>   It's been awhile since I sat down and gathered my thoughts. The past couple of months have been quite a blur. A lot of things happened, some of which I had no control over. Others, happened on my own accord and with my consent. Still, others happened because they were really meant to happen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's a bit too early for a year-ender post but I doubt I'll have time to make one in the next few days. As with most of the years I've lived on this lonely planet, 2007 was yet another rollercoaster ride for me. It's been a trying but colorful year with different people joining me on this ride. N and I have a new "tradition" of sorts which we call Highlights. It's simple really.. We just sit and talk about that moment (or moments) in our day that struck us the most--whether good or bad. So far it's been mostly good.. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are my 2007 Highlights:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt; took on one of its biggest projects. The challenges and problems just kept on coming, constantly adding to my seemingly infinite stress level and my very painful acid reflux. I met so many new people and made almost instant bonds with them. Some of which are friends that I still keep to this day.. and then there's N - whom I want to keep far longer than I ever imagined..&lt;br&gt;- I managed to tie-up loose ends with The Dog J and vowed never to be as stupid as that again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- "Believe in the Power of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Potpo&lt;/span&gt;t"&lt;br&gt;- The Angels flew to Boracay for a few days of fun in the sun and more importantly, to attend J and R's wedding. Sure a handful of us pushed our alcohok intake to the limit but it was well worth it. We have a gazillion pictures as proof.&lt;br&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kwentuhang Kalsada&lt;/span&gt; took my friendship with N to a whole new level. The discomfort of sitting on the pavement wasn't as bothersome when paired with heartfelt conversation and good company.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- The Journey continued with my Sister Mars B. After months of being "broken up", we made our way back to where we should've been and suddenly things seemed like they were finally falling into place. Having her around makes me feel that everything's really gonna be alright.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- The Wednesday Club was born. Although I don't get to spend as much time as before with these people, everyone still seems to remember those days and we still party as heartily when we do get the chance to hang out.&lt;br&gt;- It was a looooong but rather exciting month for me and Ziz P. I think maybe this was when we bonded the most after the Boracay Adventure. We have our phone bills to prove it what with our conspiracy theories and marathon text-sessions.. Hehehe. ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- My Lolo passed away. It was a sad and trying time for the family but at the same time, it also brought all of us closer together&lt;br&gt;- This was a CB- Madness month that was made-up of dinners, movies, nights-out, online conversations and musings and drunken escapades.&lt;br&gt;- Just Add H20 was born (although at that time, we didn't have a name yet and we weren't seriously going to pursue doing band again.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;- The WTFs projects were born at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt;. It was daunting really but we pulled through and we came up with a really good material. Sadly, it didn't make it to free TV&lt;br&gt;- Got pretty smashed for a good part of this month in an attempt to cure or at least dull the pain of what I thought to be a broken heart. I was mourning the loss of my 'best friend' N.&lt;br&gt;- W Club wasn't too active but the Breakfast Club with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kapatids&lt;/span&gt; B and Myx was born.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wanted to finish my highlights for the rest of the year but that task proves to be harder than it seems. There are so many stories to tell about July until definitely the last few days of this year but I don't think I'm capable of putting those thoughts into words just yet. I feel like I was surfing on tsunami-sized waves of emotions in the past few months: I laughed heartily and I also cried like there was no tomorrow. Most of the time--if not all-- I felt like I didn't know what I was doing. I was simply trying hard to keep up with the motion of the ocean but I don't think I was too succesful at that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If anyone comes up to me now and asked me if I was happy, I would say "Yes" but I know there's still a part of me that's missing, that's not completely healed, that's not fixed,, that remains broken.  I'm dealing with what I can now because that's all I can do. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In case I don't find the guts or the energy to blog again--especially about the 2nd half of this year.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas my dear friends and may the New Year be highlight-filled for you and your loved ones. Cheers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png"&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/kiss.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4638123246161209094?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4638123246161209094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4638123246161209094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4638123246161209094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4638123246161209094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/12/highlights.html' title='Highlights'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-370483500956402805</id><published>2007-10-23T07:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T14:35:28.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anak ng...</title><content type='html'>ANOBUZZ??!!! Yun lang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PY5reekjFYU&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PY5reekjFYU&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="373"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-370483500956402805?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/370483500956402805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=370483500956402805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/370483500956402805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/370483500956402805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/anak-ng.html' title='Anak ng...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-3312066930393135038</id><published>2007-10-19T11:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:21:27.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother House</title><content type='html'>In a few hours I will be entering my very own &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahay ni Kuya&lt;/span&gt; (Jess). I still can't believe that they actually elected me to stand as Vice-rector for this special batch. I may just be putting too much weight on this "role" or I'm probably just deluding myself into thinking that this "title" bears a lot of responsibility.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The bottomline is.. I'm scared.. Sh*tless really. I don't think I deserve to be in His house (among other things I feel I don't deserve), much less tend to His "flock".  Kel and Mhadz have been great. They haven't given me too many things to do so I can't help but feel somewhat worthless. I doubt I've been of much help to them but they wouldn't let me beg off either. Ugh! I just hope that things work out the way they're supposed to and all the things that we need will be covered somehow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What scares me most I think is the fact that I haven't spoken to Him in awhile. I'd say "Hi.." sometimes but I've been nowhere as near as I will be when Days starts. He obviously knows that I need Him now more than ever. I pray that I come out of the house on Sunday with some semblance of clarity, with a real purpose, with a more definite direction, with a decision/ an honest choice and with the strength to (re-) live my fourth day the way I should've been living it. Good luck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nalang talaga&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-3312066930393135038?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3312066930393135038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=3312066930393135038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3312066930393135038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3312066930393135038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/big-brother-house.html' title='Big Brother House'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1208210088261028022</id><published>2007-10-15T12:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T16:22:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Away</title><content type='html'>  There are days when I just want to fly away and vanish from the face of this earth.. This is one of those days.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This has always been "my song".. especially on the rare occasions that I am able to get up in front of a crowd to sing.. I'm singing now, even if only in my daydreams..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbnSpznd0M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvbnSpznd0M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1208210088261028022?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1208210088261028022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1208210088261028022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1208210088261028022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1208210088261028022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/flying-away.html' title='Flying Away'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-3902284168259716787</id><published>2007-10-11T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T18:33:25.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Breathe?</title><content type='html'>Just when I thought the universe has finally stopped conspiring against me, I managed to yet again turn what would've been a simple, quiet and normal life upside-down. Do these things happen to other people as well or am I really unlucky this way??!!! I honestly can't keep on doing this.. I can only survive so much... My stupidity might be the death of me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-3902284168259716787?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3902284168259716787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=3902284168259716787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3902284168259716787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3902284168259716787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-do-i-breathe.html' title='How Do I Breathe?'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1573953472405552279</id><published>2007-10-05T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T18:07:38.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;Pag-patak ng alas dose, dalawampu't pitong taon na akong naninirihan sa mundong ibabaw. Parang ayoko na ata.. P@ksh*t!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Nakakapanibago man ang pag-gamit ko ng Tagalog, pakiramdam ko lang na tanging sa ganitong paraan ko lang tunay na maipahihiwatig ang aking saloobin at nararamdaman sa kasalukuyan.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Para kay &lt;a href="http://marianbasa.multiply.com/journal/item/7"&gt;Tagteam partner&lt;/a&gt;: Tinuturan din kami managalog sa Poveda, pramis! Hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1573953472405552279?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1573953472405552279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1573953472405552279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1573953472405552279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1573953472405552279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/cinderella.html' title='Cinderella'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7584809646745655635</id><published>2007-10-03T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:58:09.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Change is Gonna Come</title><content type='html'>I just watched the pilot episode of Grey's Anatomy Season 4.. WTF??!!! Seriously!!! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm not gonna launch into a play by play lest I ruin it for other people but I just love/hate how uncannily real this show feels sometimes. Change is always inevitable. Some people are just better equipped to deal with them, others are better at faking it. Me... I think I'm just "fine"...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7584809646745655635?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7584809646745655635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=7584809646745655635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7584809646745655635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7584809646745655635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/change-is-gonna-come.html' title='A Change is Gonna Come'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4907542625967782972</id><published>2007-10-02T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T15:46:25.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>After months and months of putting it off, I finally went to see the dentist yesterday and as expected, I needed to have a tooth extracted. Actually, I need to have 5 more extracted but I'm going to schedule the trauma from that experience at a time when I'm more emotionally prepared. Kudos to my new dentist cos it didn't hurt much. I'm just in a really foul mood now because my gum's bleeding still and I've been hungry for 2 days!!! I stupidly put off breakfast and lunch before seeing the dentist and obviously, I couldn't eat anything after the extraction so you can just imagine how HUNGRY I am! I never thought that having to eat ice cream would ever make me sad. It's really depressing.. This is so NOT the perfect remedy for the birthday blues.. :-(&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Oddly so, I managed to ge a smoke in before heading up to the dentist's office. (Yes, my priorities are warped-- OBVIOUSLY!!!) I was standing in front of the chapel but I could no for the life of me bring myself to just go inside and talk to Him. It's been awhile.. I sucked on my 'last cigarette' watching people go in and out of the chapel, with no hesitations, no second thoughts. I wonder how faith seems so easy, so natural for them and why it seems so hard for me.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm probably not making any real sense.. Hunger makes the mind go wilder! Somebody help me! :-(   &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4907542625967782972?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4907542625967782972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4907542625967782972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4907542625967782972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4907542625967782972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/10/waiting-for-tooth-fairy.html' title='Waiting for the Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5409792460546984152</id><published>2007-09-27T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T19:37:45.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floating To Outer Space</title><content type='html'>I've been quite preoccupied lately. There are so  many things going through my head but the bottomline remains the same-- I feel unhappy. Okay, that might be pushing it.. I'm obviously wary of angering the Almighty One by sounding like an ungrateful little b*tch. I'm maybe discontented. I have so much more than most people have but there's a sense of emptiness still. There's a void that remains unfilled and I'm not too sure how to make myself complete. I feel sad but I can't explain why or how I got to this point.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This might just be another case of the Birthday Blues with my 27th looming near. I wish I could chalk it up to just hormones but a part of me feels there's more to it than that. Nearly 3 decades on this planet and I haven't done anything that would make me feel a sense of fulfillment. I am nothing but a spec of dust occupying a miniscule corner of this lonely planet. I still don't know what it is that I want to do with my life and I don't know when I'll figure it out. It's just so frustrating..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gravity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; Gravity&lt;br&gt; Is working against me&lt;br&gt; And gravity&lt;br&gt; Wants to bring me down&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Oh I'll never know&lt;br&gt; What makes this man&lt;br&gt; With all the love&lt;br&gt; That his heart can stand&lt;br&gt; Dream of ways&lt;br&gt; To throw it all away&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Oh Gravity&lt;br&gt; Is working against me&lt;br&gt; And gravity&lt;br&gt; Wants to bring me down&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Oh twice as much&lt;br&gt; Ain’t twice as good&lt;br&gt; And can't sustain&lt;br&gt; Like one half could&lt;br&gt; It's wanting more&lt;br&gt; It's gonna send me to my knees&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Oh gravity&lt;br&gt; Stay the hell away from me&lt;br&gt; Oh gravity&lt;br&gt; Has taken better men than me&lt;br&gt; Now how can that be?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Just keep me where the light is &lt;br&gt;C’mon keep me where the light is &lt;br&gt;C’mon keep me where keep me where the light is&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5409792460546984152?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5409792460546984152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5409792460546984152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5409792460546984152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5409792460546984152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/floating-to-outer-space.html' title='Floating To Outer Space'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2677292487773600322</id><published>2007-09-03T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T15:16:18.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Princess..</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me this quote via SMS. I haven't quite figured out if this comes at a good or bad time. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"As we mature, we all have to make this transition. We all have to let go of some of our fairytale expectations for love and learn to embrace a kind of love that can survive a few hard winters. Love that has been tested is far more inspiring than love that has never known anything but bliss. Don't look for a partner with whom you have no problems with, but rather one you are good at overcoming problems with."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think I still want and need the fairytale..&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2677292487773600322?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2677292487773600322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2677292487773600322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2677292487773600322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2677292487773600322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-princess.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a Princess..'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4416035512007099062</id><published>2007-08-31T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T18:29:20.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Am I Supposed To Do Now??!</title><content type='html'>I think that maybe I still don't know what to do and where to go from here... I'm winging things and "following the motion of the ocean". That's not exactly a bad thing&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;There's some good in feeling your way through things so bumps and bruises don't come too unexpectedly..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tell Me What We're Gonna Do Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joss Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You don't have to make your mind up&lt;br&gt;I just wanna take my time with you&lt;br&gt;If that's alright&lt;br&gt;It's alright, it's alright&lt;br&gt;Oh forgive me if I get to shy but&lt;br&gt;Maybe you're the reason why&lt;br&gt;I'm feelin' butterflies&lt;br&gt;I feel it too&lt;br&gt;Somethin' bout the look in your eyes&lt;br&gt;Oooh it just makes me feel so right&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well you're my boy&lt;br&gt;You're my joy&lt;br&gt;You're my dream&lt;br&gt;I'm for you &lt;br&gt;I adore your everything that I need&lt;br&gt;I love how you love me&lt;br&gt;If I'm made for you&lt;br&gt;You're made for me&lt;br&gt;It's too good to be&lt;br&gt;So tell me what we're gonna do now&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny how my world keeps spinnin'&lt;br&gt;Sometimes you can be so silly&lt;br&gt;You know just how to make me laugh&lt;br&gt;You're skin is so lovely&lt;br&gt;When you touch me&lt;br&gt;I know that you got my back&lt;br&gt;Sure do, yes I do&lt;br&gt;I feel so safe when you hold me&lt;br&gt;It's like you know me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh right now&lt;br&gt;See baby I love how you make me smile&lt;br&gt;Don't leave&lt;br&gt;Please stay awhile&lt;br&gt;Let's make this happen&lt;br&gt;I don't care how&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Right now lets stay in the present&lt;br&gt;Can't worry bout tomorrow cause today is a blessin'&lt;br&gt;The world in a state of aggression&lt;br&gt;I find calm in you&lt;br&gt;I see my mom in you&lt;br&gt;It's like a feelin' in ya stomach&lt;br&gt;When you want it so bad&lt;br&gt;If you keep keepin' it fresh&lt;br&gt;It ain't gonna go bad&lt;br&gt;I been through the valley of love&lt;br&gt;Rolled the shores of cali&lt;br&gt;Just to find peace of mind&lt;br&gt;Lookin' to the sky&lt;br&gt;Askin' for at least a sign&lt;br&gt;Beautiful you came at such a decent time&lt;br&gt;When we combine&lt;br&gt;It's like good food and wine&lt;br&gt;Flavorful yet refined&lt;br&gt;You remind me of the divine&lt;br&gt;So easy&lt;br&gt;Love can be lost and then found, like Stevie&lt;br&gt;I just love havin' you around&lt;br&gt;You wearin' a gown&lt;br&gt;I'm wearin' a crown&lt;br&gt;Pound for pound&lt;br&gt;We the freshest couple in town&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4416035512007099062?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4416035512007099062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4416035512007099062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4416035512007099062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4416035512007099062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-am-i-supposed-to-do-now.html' title='What Am I Supposed To Do Now??!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2181972083267541096</id><published>2007-08-21T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T11:45:16.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POTPOT POTPOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I never would've thunk that Raoul actually had &lt;a href="http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007_02_01_archive.html"&gt;IT&lt;/a&gt; right at that time... And so here I am.. I might actually be equipped for happiness after all.. :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rso8TQoKCrwAAEn45eY1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rso8TQoKCrwAAEn45eY1/The%20Boyfriend.JPG?et=yOvzJxe%2Bvk0ZJhz1xHPCPQ" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2181972083267541096?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2181972083267541096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2181972083267541096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2181972083267541096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2181972083267541096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/potpot-potpot.html' title='POTPOT POTPOT'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1935834908678940647</id><published>2007-08-10T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:58:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpstart</title><content type='html'> I'm very gingerly feeling my way through this post because I have yet to organize my thoughts, compartmentalize them, somewhat analyze the recent events and then I have to breathe! I need sleep, real rest, oxygen and more importantly, I need to sober up-- I'm not sure I have anything other alcohol running through my veins. WTF am I doing with my life??!! Seriously!!!&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I feel so lost and somewhat confused. It's so hard to be placed in a position where decisions have to be made--not necessarily personal ones but you just know that either way the wind blows, there are repercussions that will greatly affect your life. Some in a good way, others in a maybe not-so-good way but you have to sit through the ride anyway. I'm just so goddamn tired of roller coasters! Why am I never placed on that placid swan ride where you pedal across the lake at your own pace? I'm sick of having my insides tied-up in knots, ready to burst out in the open.. Where's the love?!! Ugh!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rrw4kQoKCrwAAEg93W01/413QA1KGJYL._AA240_.jpg?et=qnQMmCScdFideH1EIBAdVg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://denisego.multiply.com/"&gt;Chay-R&lt;/a&gt; shared with me one of her fave movies of all time-- the Freddie Prinze and Claire Forlani starrer &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boys and Girls&lt;/span&gt;. I doubt this ever joined the ranks of cult films like Clueless, 10 Things I Hate About You, etc.. but I suppose it's hard-hitting enough to jolt me back into writing. Weird. Really.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Some of the more memorable quotes from the film: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;: Everybody's been in love but how come we don't know that it's true love 'till it's over? Maybe there's no one or two or three or four or even five. Maybe there is no such thing as true love. And we just keep on dressing up, we keep pretending to be something that we're not. We lose ourselves in something that we hope is better than what we think we are. What if the something that we're looking for just doesn't exist?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/span&gt;: Look, that night was as much a surprise to me as it was to you. But being with you was like going to a place that I had never been before. And after you fell asleep I just laid there, staring up at those cheap fluorescent stars you have stuck on your ceiling, and - after awhile they just started forming a pattern, this weird glow-in-the-dark pattern that linked together our entire relationship. And for the first time everything seemed clear to me - like one logical progression. It felt like you and I were the greatest plan ever made and I had nothing to do with it. Being with you made me feel that maybe I didn't have to keep planning anymore because it felt like I was actually living. And that for once in my life I wouldn't have to work so hard at being happy. That it just could happen. Nothing will ever hurt me as much as your reaction to that same experience.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also managed to watch the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Serendipity&lt;/span&gt; again. That is one GOOD movie. SOLID hard-hitting material with a kick-ass soundtrack. I believe that in this lifetime, we'll only get to experience maybe 1 or 2 of these fortunate incidents, if at all. More often than not, these incidents catch you completely off-guard and cause you to rethink everything that you thought you believed in. It challenges your EQ and your ability to deal with the unexpected. I'm overwhelmed and amazed by these "serendipitous" moments. I even managed to surprise myself... I feel different, like I'm learning yet another facet of my psyche that I wasn't aware of. Cool but scary at the same time. I should have my screws tightened lest I do something stupid.. (again).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;I'm pretty sure I posted this already before, but what the hell??!! This is my safe haven and my dumping ground for all the emo-stress I'm carrying...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Northern Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nick Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; I never felt magic crazy as this&lt;br&gt;I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea&lt;br&gt;I never held emotion in the palm of my hand&lt;br&gt;Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree&lt;br&gt;But now you're here&lt;br&gt;Brighten my northern sky.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been a long time that I'm waiting&lt;br&gt;Been a long that I'm blown&lt;br&gt;I've been a long time that I've wandered&lt;br&gt;Through the people I have known&lt;br&gt;Oh, if you would and you could&lt;br&gt;Straighten my new mind's eye.&lt;br&gt;Would you love me for my money&lt;br&gt;Would you love me for my head&lt;br&gt;Would you love me through the winter&lt;br&gt;Would you love me 'til I'm dead&lt;br&gt;Oh, if you would and you could&lt;br&gt;Come blow your horn on high.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I never felt magic crazy as this&lt;br&gt;I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea&lt;br&gt;I never held emotion in the palm of my hand&lt;br&gt;Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree&lt;br&gt;But now you're here&lt;br&gt;Brighten my northern sky.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1935834908678940647?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1935834908678940647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1935834908678940647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1935834908678940647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1935834908678940647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/jumpstart.html' title='Jumpstart'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4849733093936107289</id><published>2007-08-01T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:13:08.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumped!!!</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in such a loooong time. I feel that I have somehow lost the ability to organize my messy thoughts into a seemingly organized post.. I just find it so weird and mildly disturbing that I can't freakin' write when this has always been one of my best outlets.. especially now when there are so many things going on. It's so frustrating! Ugh!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;When all else fails, I post a 'theme song'.. not mine necessarily but just a 'theme song'.. :p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BAD HABIT&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; How many times&lt;br&gt; Are you gonna apologize about the same thing&lt;br&gt; And how many times can I take you back&lt;br&gt; When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong&lt;br&gt; (When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong, yeah)&lt;br&gt; I thought maybe if I started prayin'&lt;br&gt; That we would get better, but&lt;br&gt; When I would pray the answer would always come back to me bein' done&lt;br&gt; But we are so hard headed when we're in love&lt;br&gt; So I&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I told myself that I would make some changes&lt;br&gt; But the more I change there's one thing that remains the same &lt;br&gt; I can't seem to shake ya&lt;br&gt; You seem to really have a hold on me&lt;br&gt; And everytime that we break up&lt;br&gt; We turn around and make up&lt;br&gt; This can't go on now&lt;br&gt; I gotta move on now&lt;br&gt; It's not the fact that I don't love you no more&lt;br&gt; But I gotta break this bad habit&lt;br&gt; Can't take his bad habit no more&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;I'm totally out of my element&lt;br&gt; Learnin' new ways to live, while your in a comfort zone&lt;br&gt; Not even thinkin, (you couldn't think about me) to call &lt;br&gt; And then when I get mad you buy me gifts &lt;br&gt; Thinkin' it's gonna solve every issue&lt;br&gt; From the girl callin my phone, to the pictures that I saw&lt;br&gt; And every time you would break up with me for nothing at all&lt;br&gt; I've takin all I could take (I've takin all I could take)&lt;br&gt; But the way I live has gotta change, oh&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Let me break it down&lt;br&gt; Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br&gt; So much that you was just to blind to see&lt;br&gt; Past, all of the pain they was causin' you&lt;br&gt; Ladies do you feel me (do you feel me)&lt;br&gt; Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br&gt; So much that you went against the right things that you should do&lt;br&gt; Then it's time to make a change&lt;br&gt; So I&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4849733093936107289?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4849733093936107289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4849733093936107289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4849733093936107289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4849733093936107289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/08/stumped.html' title='Stumped!!!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7390070258946803538</id><published>2007-07-04T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:14:09.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky You! Lucky Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RorjJgoKCrwAAD4k6281"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RorjJgoKCrwAAD4k6281/collage.jpg?et=o1pv88O5HMtGr5jk9qFCVQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so here it is.. We've opted to call ourselves Just Add H20 because just like instant pancit/ coffee/ noodles, all you have to do is add a little hot water and you're good to go. That's pretty much how the 3 of us got together--&gt;we've all been friends for quite some time, we've played in different bands and now, instant band!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm can hardly believe that I'm actually/finally doing this again after soooo long. There are a lot of things that I'm unsure of but doing band and playing music is definitely something that I'm passionate about. It's not something I want to do for a living but while I'm still young (ehem) and while I know I still can, I'm gonna take the opportunities that come my way. It's the perfect stress-release and being able to create that 'alter-ego', one disjointed from my current profession, is refreshing and rejuvenating. The 'natural high' I get from all of this just makes the back pains, swollen hands, long nights, and panic attacks seem worthwhile.. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7390070258946803538?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7390070258946803538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=7390070258946803538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7390070258946803538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7390070258946803538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/07/lucky-you-lucky-me.html' title='Lucky You! Lucky Me!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7098851056893425560</id><published>2007-06-28T14:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T18:16:50.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziztah' from Anotha' Motha'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RoN7-QoKCrwAAGVSDmM1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 290px; height: 218px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoN7-QoKCrwAAGVSDmM1/05132007246.jpg?et=%2BewNMxNdmexiFrA0CPtFfQ" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RoN6tAoKCrwAAFSlVxc1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RoN7HgoKCrwAAFefEIk1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 141px; height: 104px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoN7HgoKCrwAAFefEIk1/04142007249.jpg?et=HcjEr%2CUV56NthpBtPOhi8Q" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RoN6iAoKCrwAAFL6P6c1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 144px; height: 108px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoN6iAoKCrwAAFL6P6c1/05052007479.jpg?et=zg32PPYq0r%2Cll2hSsM1rOw" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RoN7-QoKCrwAAGVSDmM1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RoN83AoKCrwAAHObGFY1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 139px; height: 105px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoN83AoKCrwAAHObGFY1/05182007101.jpg?et=KBPcM4FA6Y0OjDjihml25g" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="../photos/hi-res/upload/RoN7VgoKCrwAAF@7NVA1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 142px; height: 104px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoN7VgoKCrwAAF@7NVA1/04232007406.jpg?et=DHB4p2Epu1LEtwkZpmY2xA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RoN6tAoKCrwAAFSlVxc1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RoN6tAoKCrwAAFSlVxc1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 143px; height: 107px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RoN6tAoKCrwAAFSlVxc1/04282007426.jpg?et=WlXnkY0x1uDUB27ngnV9sw" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nna. Nin.Nins. Ninskitot. Bru. Pie. Pieskitot. Vaky. Vaks. Vakster. Vakyness. Dupee. Kupee. Condee... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;My &lt;a href="http://ninacastro.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ziz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's no explaining how we clicked the way we did on our "first day" together but we simply did. We're similar in a lot of ways-- how we think, how we feel, the things we've been through in the past, the things we're going through now, our taste in clothes, music, weird habits when we were growing-up, etc.. We're wirelessly connected--she knows what I'm thinking just when I'm thinking it and she says words and punchlines aloud at the same time. It's frighteningly weird sometimes but more often than not, insanely funny. Most days I feel that we need a translator to help other people understand our incessant chatter and gibberish. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's also a lot of things I'm not. She's tougher and stronger when dealing with things and she's more honest and frank than I am. I admire her tenacity and her ability to take people at face value, no questions asked, no judgement. I love how she loves life and how she's not afraid to live it to it's fullest--never compromising the things she believes in and never settling for anything less than what she knows she needs, wants and deserves. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jologs kung jologs pero&lt;/span&gt; at least w&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alang kaarte-arte sa katawan&lt;/span&gt;. Game s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lahat&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi mabigat dalhin kahit saan, kahit ano. Siguro sa &lt;/span&gt;EQ&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lang kami magkakatalo. &lt;/span&gt;Hahaha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There isn't a day that I'm not grateful that I have a loyal sidekick and someone to be a loyal sidekick to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;ZsaZsa&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and Didi??!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Isdachuu?!! &lt;/span&gt;Hehe&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;) The Pancitan&lt;/span&gt; is easier to live and it's been more fun since she joined our seemingly dysfunctionally-functional family. Regardless of what other people might say or feel, she fits right in.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Birthday Ziz! We've said this time and again but know that I've got your back always.   Thank you for all the times you've 'saved' me and for all your "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ate&lt;/span&gt;-mode"moments that seriously and literally knocked some sense into my head (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eto na nga, umaayos na!&lt;/span&gt;). I'm here for you for anything and everything (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pwera&lt;/span&gt; Math, Science and cold cash) k&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahit na krung-krung ka talaga minsan.&lt;/span&gt; I look forward to more adventures/misadventures with you. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi na mapagkakaila-- nagkasala nga si&lt;/span&gt; Papa! Alaabshuuu Ziz!!! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7098851056893425560?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7098851056893425560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=7098851056893425560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7098851056893425560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7098851056893425560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/ziztah-from-anotha-motha.html' title='Ziztah&amp;#39; from Anotha&amp;#39; Motha&amp;#39;'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-8536412534579943750</id><published>2007-06-19T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T10:25:36.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe..</title><content type='html'>Got this email from &lt;a href="http://nincastro.multiply.com/"&gt;Ziz&lt;/a&gt;.. Hmmmm.. In light of current events, this is good food for thought.. &lt;br&gt;Nobody ever said it would be easy but then again, it might just all be worth it..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe God wanted us to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe when the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you've ever had.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe it is true that we don't know what we have got until we lose it, but it is also true that we don't know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don't expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but if it does not, be content it grew in yours.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It takes only a minute to get a crush on  someone, an hour to like someone, and a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't go for looks; they can deceive. Don't go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There are moments in life when you miss someone so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go; be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you want to do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May you have enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Always put yourself in others' shoes. If you feel that it hurts you, it probably hurts the other person, too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The happiest of people don't necessarily  have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happiness lies for those who cry, those who hurt, those who have searched, and those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of people who have touched their lives.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss and ends with a tear.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling. Live your life so that when you die, you are the one who is smiling and everyone around you is crying.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-8536412534579943750?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8536412534579943750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=8536412534579943750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8536412534579943750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8536412534579943750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/maybe.html' title='Maybe..'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5894853761311545373</id><published>2007-06-15T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:10:37.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass Me The Scissors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SAMSON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Regina Spektor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth&lt;br /&gt;I have to go, I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us&lt;br /&gt;And the bible didn't mention us, not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first, I loved you first&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads&lt;br /&gt;But they're just old light, they're just old light&lt;br /&gt;Your hair was long when we first met&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson came to my bed&lt;br /&gt;Told me that my hair was red&lt;br /&gt;Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh I cut his hair myself one night&lt;br /&gt;A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light&lt;br /&gt;And he told me that I'd done alright&lt;br /&gt;And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light&lt;br /&gt;And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samson went back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Not much hair left on his head&lt;br /&gt;Ate a slice of wonderbread and went right back to bed&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one&lt;br /&gt;And history books forgot about us&lt;br /&gt;And the bible didn't mention us, not even once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my sweetest downfall&lt;br /&gt;I loved you first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Been hearing this song a lot and it's up on the ranks of "Sleeps.." for me.. I have to get into writing gear again. The things I've been churning out seem so shallow and amateur-ish. How depressing! I want to take it up a notch, especially since we're re-grouping or at least in the process of.. July definitely has to be band month.. or I'll die trying! :p&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5894853761311545373?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5894853761311545373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5894853761311545373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5894853761311545373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5894853761311545373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/pass-me-scissors.html' title='Pass Me The Scissors'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6162427836644293519</id><published>2007-06-15T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T19:30:43.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RIBBIT!!! RIBBIT!!!</title><content type='html'>It's been such a looooong week.. I can't help but feel melancholy hence this emo-post.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KOKAK!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pagbigyan nyo na ako&lt;/span&gt; please.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pwera bulalo&lt;/span&gt;.. Hehehehe...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WAIT FOR YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elliot Yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I never felt nothing in the world like this before&lt;br&gt;Now I'm missing you &lt;br&gt;&amp; I'm wishing that you would come back through my door&lt;br&gt;Why did you have to go? You could have let me know&lt;br&gt;So now I'm all alone, &lt;br&gt;Girl you could have stayed &lt;br&gt;but you wouldn't give me a chance&lt;br&gt;With you not around it's a little bit more then i can stand&lt;br&gt;And all my tears they keep running down my face&lt;br&gt;Why did you turn away?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So why does your pride make you run and hide?&lt;br&gt;Are you that afraid of me? &lt;br&gt;But I know it's a lie what you keep inside&lt;br&gt;This is not how you wanted to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So baby I will wait for you&lt;br&gt;Cause I don''t know what else i can do&lt;br&gt;Wait For You Lyrics&lt;br&gt;Don't tell me I ran out of time&lt;br&gt;If it takes the rest of my life&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby I will wait for you&lt;br&gt;If you think I'm fine it just ain't true&lt;br&gt;I really need you in my life&lt;br&gt;No matter what i have to do I'll wait for you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's been a long time since you called me&lt;br&gt;(How could you forget about me)&lt;br&gt;You got me feeling crazy (crazy)&lt;br&gt;How can you walk away,&lt;br&gt;Everything stays the same&lt;br&gt;I just can't do it baby&lt;br&gt;What will it take to make you come back&lt;br&gt;Girl I told you what it is &amp; it just ain't like that&lt;br&gt;Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me&lt;br&gt;Don't leave me crying.&lt;br \=""&gt;&lt;class id="NoSteal"&gt;&lt;/class&gt;&lt;br&gt;Baby why can't we just start over again&lt;br&gt;Get it back to the way it was&lt;br&gt;If you give me a chance I can love you right&lt;br&gt;But your telling me it wont be enough&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So why does you pride make you run &amp; hide&lt;br&gt;Are you that afraid of me?&lt;br&gt;But I know it's a lie what your keeping inside&lt;br&gt;Thats not how you wanted to be&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'll Be Waiting   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6162427836644293519?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6162427836644293519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6162427836644293519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6162427836644293519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6162427836644293519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/ribbit-ribbit_15.html' title='RIBBIT!!! RIBBIT!!!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6509170640020389105</id><published>2007-06-06T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T22:20:28.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tongue in Cheek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been three friggin' weeks and I haven't gotten any real sleep (even when I'm aided by 'friends'). On average, I'm currently at three hours a day. If I'm lucky, I can go up to four hours. I cam't seem to fall asleep hence, waking up in time for work has grown more tedious. I. AM. SO. GODDAMN. TIRED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm not dealing with my grief and with the other things in my life the right way-- is there even such a thing?!! I don't think I know what I'm doing half the time. I'm one of those old school zombies (not the 28 Weeks Later sort which is unfortunate in this case and this case alone) -- tripping over my own feet, bruising and scratching my appendages and bumping into inanimate objects. My limbs are crying out for a really good massage (or a really good solid hug)--which I don't seem to have the time for. I am literally sleepwalking ang talking through each and every day-- especially here at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt;. I've been moving around like a space cadet, treading lightly, floating by with no gravity to pull me back down. I'm here but not really. I think I might actually be losing my mind.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Magaling lang yata talaga ako magdala&lt;/span&gt;..That's just peachy-keen. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working on a new project with a new client. It's a bit demanding and the pressure is definitely on. I'm multi-tasking yet again but I'm not exactly complaining because projects--no  matter how big or small-- continue to come in and each brings new and "higher" learning. There's always something different for me to do so it's all good. Plus the team I'm working with is cool. We're working directly with client so in a way, we're a bit more relaxed although we carry a lot more responsibility--I'm scared shitless really but Go Team! Bingo Bonanza! (I promise to at least try to ensure that our next shoot doesn't land on a holiday or a long weekend.. especially your birthday okay JenFajPan??!! Hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rather busy but very interesting day today. I had the odd job of presenting in front of a panel of "judges" and in a span of maybe 10 minutes, got both boards approved. Wooosaah!!! I take no credit whatsoever because I was fed with most of the "answers" but it puts me on such a high. In every project, there's always a first and I guess I should just be thankful for the experience. Thank goodness I had 'back-up'. It added to the pressure of having to fake knowing what I was doing but all's well that ends well. Funny though bcause just when I was beginning to think that finally, the universe isn't conspiring against me, I find that I may have spoken too soon. Haaaaaay! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talo ko pa adik na nagpakasabog sa&lt;/span&gt; uppers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabay tumira at nag-&lt;/span&gt;OD &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt; downers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bawal lang yata talaga akong maging masaya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakampuchang buhay to'!!!!&lt;/span&gt; I keep forgetting that I may actually be somebody who's not equipped for these things. (See Partner, I never really abandoned ship. I just took a swim out in the ocean cos' it was warm and the water looked so appealing..but I'm back right where we were always meant to be..) I oughta stop saying things out loud lest the universe realizes it skipped me on its "Who-to-Mess-up Today" List Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that pretty much covers the 'busy' and the 'tired' part. As for being pursued and pursuing.. I don't know really. I've learned to level my expectations or if anything, to not expect anything from anyone anymore. Taking a step back and looking at the bigger picture and accepting that sometimes things just don't go the way you want them to or you thought they'd go can be very liberating. I'm trying to just take things as they come and only on the surface-level--no more analyzing, no over-thinking, no emo-rollercoaster rides, no unneccessary movement/action. no promises, no strings attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Everybody needs a little help sometimes.. I'm calling out to the universe.. Please give me a break.. I don't know how long I can keep this up... I'm sinking quickly.. I need to come up for air..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't Do This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm never really early.&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate,&lt;br /&gt;Only to fail.&lt;br /&gt;I get so tired&lt;br /&gt;Of procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;I need a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this by myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't do this.&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, I need your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm standing still,&lt;br /&gt;Moved so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend&lt;br /&gt;That I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;I get so ill,&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, agitated&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not really dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press into me.&lt;br /&gt;Breathe the air.&lt;br /&gt;Bask in me.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be free&lt;br /&gt;To do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6509170640020389105?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6509170640020389105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6509170640020389105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6509170640020389105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6509170640020389105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/06/tongue-in-cheek.html' title='Tongue in Cheek'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7298825456264433843</id><published>2007-05-24T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T18:01:51.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closing Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/RlVGdwoKCrwAAD-AVmw1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.rejix.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/RlVGdwoKCrwAAD-AVmw1/LOLO1.jpg?et=KY6tg87rxVyceZQ3I9U2yA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;Catalino Leal Sobrepena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;March 09,1928 - May 19, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wish I could be more eloquent and say the things that I really want to say but all of those will have to wait til' maybe my next post.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just miss him already..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leader of the Band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dan Fogelberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div id="content" style="font-size: 15px; font-family: Verdana;" lang="en"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;An only child&lt;br&gt;Alone and wild&lt;br&gt;A cabinet maker's son&lt;br&gt;His hands were meant&lt;br&gt;For different work&lt;br&gt;And his heart was known to none&lt;br&gt;He left his home&lt;br&gt;And went his lone and solitary way&lt;br&gt;And he gave to me a gift &lt;br&gt;I know I never can repay&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A quiet man of music&lt;br&gt;Denied a simpler fate&lt;br&gt;He tried to be a soldier once&lt;br&gt;But his music wouldn't wait&lt;br&gt;He earned his love&lt;br&gt;Through discipline&lt;br&gt;A thundering, velvet hand&lt;br&gt;His gentle means of sculpting souls&lt;br&gt;Took me years to understand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The leader of the band is tired&lt;br&gt;And his eyes are growing old&lt;br&gt;But his blood runs through my instrument&lt;br&gt;And his song is in my soul&lt;br&gt;My life has been a poor attempt&lt;br&gt;To imitate the man&lt;br&gt;I'm just a living legacy&lt;br&gt;To the leader of the band.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My brothers' lives were different&lt;br&gt;For they heard another call&lt;br&gt;One went to Chicago&lt;br&gt;And the other to St. Paul&lt;br&gt;And I'm in Colorado&lt;br&gt;When I'm not in some hotel&lt;br&gt;Living out this life I've chose&lt;br&gt;And come to know so well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I thank you for the music&lt;br&gt;And your stories of the road&lt;br&gt;I thank you for the freedom&lt;br&gt;When it came my time to go&lt;br&gt;I thank you for the kindness&lt;br&gt;And the times when you got tough&lt;br&gt;And, papa, I don't think I said &lt;br&gt;I love you near enough&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7298825456264433843?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/7298825456264433843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=7298825456264433843&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7298825456264433843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7298825456264433843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/closing-time_24.html' title='Closing Time'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-270990303745461419</id><published>2007-05-08T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:19:54.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ride</title><content type='html'>You don't actually need to get on a plane to have your baggage checked-in or to actually leave.. Sometimes you can just quietly make an exit sans the tearful goodbyes.. Out of sight.. Out of mind.. It's all good as long as you remember to breathe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOSTON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Augustana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In the light of the sun, is there anyone? &lt;br&gt;Oh it has begun...&lt;br&gt;Oh dear you look so lost &lt;br&gt;Eyes are red and tears are shed,&lt;br&gt;This world you must've crossed... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You said...&lt;br&gt;You don't know me, you don't even care&lt;br&gt;She said&lt;br&gt;You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Essential yet appealed, &lt;br&gt;Carry all your thoughts across an open field&lt;br&gt;When flowers gaze at you... &lt;br&gt;They're not the only ones who cry&lt;br&gt;When they see you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She said I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;br&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;br&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,&lt;br&gt;I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,&lt;br&gt;I think I'll get a lover and fly him out to Spain...&lt;br&gt;I think I'll go to Boston,&lt;br&gt;I think that I'm just tired&lt;br&gt;I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...&lt;br&gt;I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,&lt;br&gt;I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-270990303745461419?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/270990303745461419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=270990303745461419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/270990303745461419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/270990303745461419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/ride.html' title='The Ride'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-8555300627614266812</id><published>2007-05-04T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:04:12.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to an ONS</title><content type='html'>Odd how the stories that you hear around you trigger certain thoughts and emotions. It doesn't necessarily have to be reminiscent of something that happened in the past or a personal experience and yet you find yourself "mind-fucked" anyway.. Weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to share but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak softly my love,&lt;br /&gt;My heart listens patiently&lt;br /&gt;     to the promises of forever&lt;br /&gt;     of tears that would never fall&lt;br /&gt;     of hurts that will never come my way&lt;br /&gt;Lay close beside me,&lt;br /&gt;As I watch your chest rise and fall&lt;br /&gt;In deep slumber, my soul joins you&lt;br /&gt;     And we become ONE&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, when the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;     And darkness is no longer upon us&lt;br /&gt;Under Cupid's spell, we no longer will be&lt;br /&gt;     And when the evening's magic has faded away&lt;br /&gt;Dreams would've been just dreams, out of our reach&lt;br /&gt;     And whispered words are soon washed away by pain&lt;br /&gt;Eternity will come, but YOU, my LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;     Will be lost forever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-8555300627614266812?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8555300627614266812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=8555300627614266812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8555300627614266812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8555300627614266812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/05/ode-to-ons.html' title='Ode to an ONS'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2927754694816881939</id><published>2007-04-26T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T19:31:31.411+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continental Drift Theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  According to the theory of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.infoplease.com/cgi-bin/id/A0813370"&gt;continental drift&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, the world was made up of a single continent through most of geologic time. That continent eventually separated and drifted apart, forming into the seven continents we have today. The first comprehensive theory of continental drift was suggested by the German meteorologist &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.infoplease.com/cgi-bin/id/A0851759"&gt;Alfred Wegener&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in 1912. The hypothesis asserts that the continents consist of lighter rocks that rest on heavier crustal material—similar to the manner in which icebergs float on water. Wegener contended that the relative positions of the continents are not rigidly fixed but are slowly moving—at a rate of about one yard per century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Smart man that Wegener fellow--except maybe for that bit about the continents moving at a rate of one yard per century. Ohdeargaawdd!! Hahaha..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyday, each person comes up with different theories in an attempt to come up with a reasons behind the seemingly strange occurrences that have been happening in their lives, with the hopes that in finding a rationale, that one "lightbulb" of an idea, they'll be able to get through the challenges that are coming their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am admittedly one to over-analyze. I'm OC to a fault sometimes and I can be pessimistically fatalistic. I can easily fall prey to agonizing over the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what-ifs&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;why-the-hell-nots&lt;/span&gt;?!! and the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WTFs&lt;/span&gt;?!!!.. but of late there are things that have caught me completely off-guard and now lead me to believe that sometimes or at least that there can be that ONE shining moment when 'the stars manage to align' and write out the path that you're supposed to follow--with no questions asked, no hesitations, no doubts, no fear.. All you have to do is to remember to breathe and believe that the universe isn't conspiring against you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently taken up yet another "love patient". B's actually a 'returning patient'. Same girl but with a graver problem and with a higher casualty rate. It's do or die this time. He's in a real predicament. What do you do when a "holy man" of sorts, someone deemed trustworthy and credible "predicts" that you'll definitely break-up by the end of the week? Do you stand there and until "death" knocks on your relationship's door? Like a man, waiting to hit the chair.. They belong to a culture whose traditions I don't understand and that at one point shunned me simply because of the blood that runs through my veins. How do I give my 2-cents worth of advice? More importantly, why is it that I am 'obviously' the person to run to when it comes to matters of the heart?!! I've been single for the longest time and obviously, my bad decisions in the past have left a lot scars and bruises.. I don't get it really..but what the hell right?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already hard enough for couples to stay together (yes, the cynic in me) but when outside forces such as the people around you, tradition, finances, predictions/premonitions and other issues come into play, couples find themselves thrown into a battlefield where they have to decide to stay and fight till the (bitter) end or to just give up the fight. There is never a 'right time' or a 'perfect time' to fight that Final Battle and there is no real preparation for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is those biting questions--Is he/she worth the fight? Is this love worth fighting for? And once they find the answer in the very depths of their heart, that's when arms are set down. The war ceases.. blood is always shed.. people end up with wounds that are cut deep.. tears flow endlessly.. no one leaves unscathed.. but as with creation, there is rest and people continue wake up to face a new day. Whether they stand alone or they find themselves holding on tightly to someone's hand, they will continue to wake up to face a new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told B that if she's the ONE for him and that there is nothing in this world that would make him happier other than being with her for the rest of their lives, then fight that final battle. Screw the prophecies, make his own destiny. Whatever happens in the end, at least he gave it one good and final shot. He fought for love and that's what would matter most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;This is for those whose destiny is being written as we speak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHEN YOU KNOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shawn Colvin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you know who you love, you can't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Or go back, or give up, or pretend that you don't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;When it's clear this time you've found the one, you'll never let him go&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know and you know that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow&lt;br /&gt;Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know and you know that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can feel love's around you like the sky 'round blue&lt;br /&gt;This is how love has found you, now you know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you know that you know who you need, you can't deny it.&lt;br /&gt;Or go back, or give up, or pretend that you don't buy it.&lt;br /&gt;When it's clear this time you've found the one, you'll never let him go&lt;br /&gt;Cos you know and you know that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's time you come in from the cold.&lt;br /&gt;And you know that you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2927754694816881939?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2927754694816881939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2927754694816881939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2927754694816881939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2927754694816881939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/04/continental-drift-theory_26.html' title='Continental Drift Theory'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4059053935323869433</id><published>2007-04-11T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:49:26.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;“Our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hannibal Lecter, Hannibal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Holy Week is supposed to be a time of reflection, of healing and of communing with Him. True to form, I only managed to cover the reflection part. Healing and communing with Him would’ve been pushing it really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to steal away from the madness of the city and hit the beach for a couple of days. I burnt my skin, smoked my lungs out, drowned my sorrows and tried my hardest to roast my brain cells so I wouldn’t have to think of anything and everything. Even with a minor distraction in my midst, I wasn’t all too successful. I couldn’t get my mind to stop thinking. Idle hands but busy mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days that have passed, I was once again reminded that in this lifetime, a lot of people will come my way—Each playing a different role, having a different purpose, making and leaving different dents and marks in my life. There are those who will surely be by my side as I grow old and gray, there are those who will stay far longer than anticipated, some would’ve been gone just as quickly as they arrived and still others, who will have been gone too soon for my own liking but the mark that they leave is deeper and more lasting than their actual presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the industry that I am in most especially, I am often reminded to keep my guards up and to be wary of the people that I share my thoughts and opinions with for fear that they will pass their unsolicited judgement over the inner workings of my deranged mind. People wear different masks all the time—admittedly, even I do but there are a choice few that I am able to reveal my true self to and there isn’t a day that I am not grateful for them. We may encounter some bumps along the way but it’s these people that manage to keep my head up, that pull me out of the water when I’m not even aware that I’m already drowning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that over time, old wounds heal and you are able to move on and move forward from past hurts. You learn to forgive and while I'm not one to forget, I don't burn bridges (although on some occasions, I put up massive roadblocks to avoid more conflict or tension) It feels good to be able to return to a place that was once my "second home" and to be welcomed with open arms by my "second dad" whose words "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ang nawawala kong anak..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;" with a bearhug that only fathers can give almost made me breakdown in tears (Thank you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Manang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; for chopping fish in the kitchen. It was definitely the stench that kept my emotions in check). I know most people will disagree with my decision to burry the hatchet but I don't really feel the need to continue carrying that burden and that hurt around any more. I'm past it. We're both past it. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also true that time melts away the anger that we allow to burn within us. Unfortunately, this leaves a window of opportunity for indifference to settle in. For a choice few, I have chosen this path. I would rather emotionally disconnect and distance myself from these people rather than give them the opportunity to crawl under my skin and test my patience yet again. I may not be as forgiving as I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;You know how when you enter the theater to watch a “new” movie knowing full well how the story is going to turn out because that’s exactly how stories like that ALWAYS turn out?! And even with that knowledge in mind, you still willingly sit through the movie and wait for the restof the story to unfold in the exact manner you knew it would. This must be one of the longest and crappiest movies I’ve ever seen and yes, I’m still stupidly sitting through it (and living it even). Unfortunately for me, I will surely come out of this as the antagonist rather than the protagonist. Ugh! Sometimes my own stupidity amazes me. Everytime I think I've reached the maximum limit, I still find a little slack to move around in. Un-frikkin-believable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tori Amos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me but can I be you for a while&lt;br /&gt;My dog won't bite if you sit real still&lt;br /&gt;I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;Been saved again by the garbage truck&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say you know&lt;br /&gt;But nothing comes&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know what you think of me&lt;br /&gt;You never shut-up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm a mermaid&lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his&lt;br /&gt;With her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent All These Years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you found a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who thinks really deep thougts&lt;br /&gt;What's so amazing about really deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Boy you best pray that I bleed real soon&lt;br /&gt;How's that thought for you&lt;br /&gt;My scream got lost in a paper cup&lt;br /&gt;You think there's a heaven&lt;br /&gt;Where some screams have gone&lt;br /&gt;I got 25 bucks and a cracker&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's enough&lt;br /&gt;To get us there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years go by&lt;br /&gt;Will I still be waiting&lt;br /&gt;For somebody else to understand&lt;br /&gt;Years go by&lt;br /&gt;If I'm stripped of my beauty&lt;br /&gt;And the orange clouds&lt;br /&gt;Raining in head&lt;br /&gt;Years go by&lt;br /&gt;Will I choke on my tears&lt;br /&gt;Till finally there is nothing left&lt;br /&gt;One more casualty&lt;br /&gt;You know we're too easy Easy Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love the way we communicate&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear what you think of me now&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't look up&lt;br /&gt;The sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;Your mother shows up in a nasty dress&lt;br /&gt;It's your turn now to stand where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lookin' at you here&lt;br /&gt;Take hold of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these years&lt;br /&gt;I've been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4059053935323869433?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4059053935323869433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4059053935323869433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4059053935323869433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4059053935323869433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/04/reflections_11.html' title='Reflections'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6608202392167715524</id><published>2007-03-29T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T14:11:13.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Statements...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still more statements...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;"God gave alcohol as a social lubricant to make men brave and women loose"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sa lahat ng nagmamahal nang pasaway, good luck nalang..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hawak kamay lang...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iba talaga pag sabon... Mabula!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;'I'm all out of love... I'm so lost without you..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Salamat sa pag-aksaya ng panahon namin...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It took the great people in this industry years to get to where they're at now, not on pure skill alone but with heart and humility..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancit nanaman??!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooo tired... This has been a purely carbo-loading week (read:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;madami nanaman nag-order ng pancit&lt;/span&gt;!) I'm not complaining really. I'm just tired- that's all really. I'm not more tired than anybody nor am I busier than  anyone else... I'm just plain tired. I need to breathe but I can't. If I stop spinning, I'm gonna fall apart. I keep wishing for something.. for someone.. for anything.. I want to--at the very least--find  a reason to smile even as I swim and drink in this pool of madness. Maybe there really are some people who aren't equipped to be happy. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yes, Manok. I'm talking about you and me here...&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;f you're gonna go, please just leave.. Do it quickly and as painless as possible. Don't think twice. Just go, I won't stop you. But if you want to stay, you're welcome to. I want you to. Don't do it in sporadic bursts that leave me breathless one minute but lost and drowning the next. I don't know how to deal with you. I can't have this hallucination eating me up each and every day. I won't have myself hanging onto each and every word you say, waiting stupidly for your next move. Save me or Spare me. It's that simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weakness in Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keisha White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the sort of person who falls&lt;br /&gt;In and quickly out of love&lt;br /&gt;But to you I gave my affection&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a lover who loves me&lt;br /&gt;How could I break such a heart&lt;br /&gt;Yet you still get my attention&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you come here&lt;br /&gt;When you know I've got troubles enough&lt;br /&gt;Why do you call me&lt;br /&gt;When you know I can't answer the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You) Make me lie&lt;br /&gt;When I don't want to&lt;br /&gt;And make someone else&lt;br /&gt;Some kinda unknowing fool&lt;br /&gt;You make me stay&lt;br /&gt;When I should not&lt;br /&gt;Are you so strong&lt;br /&gt;Or is the weakness in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you come here&lt;br /&gt;And pretend to be just passing by&lt;br /&gt;When I need to see you&lt;br /&gt;And I need to hold you tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling guilty, worried&lt;br /&gt;Waking from tormented sleep&lt;br /&gt;This old love has me bound&lt;br /&gt;But the new love cuts deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I choose now, I'll lose out&lt;br /&gt;Coz' one of us has to fall&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;And you aren't here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6608202392167715524?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6608202392167715524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6608202392167715524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6608202392167715524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6608202392167715524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-statements.html' title='More Statements...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1710316624792744625</id><published>2007-03-22T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:10:41.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STATEMENTS</title><content type='html'>I've heard/seen/read some of the oddest and funniest things this week. I can't quite decide though if these are the things that are keeping me sane or driving me insane :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang para kay Juan ay tanging kay Juan lamang at hindi maaaring kunin ni Pedro kailanman ngunit ang kay Pedro, maaring kay Juan parin. (May tawag dito.. 1-word.. Go!!! Hula-hoop!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas madaling hulihin ang manok na nakatali.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jigs to someone and quoted by Partner: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kalimutan mo na sya. Hindi ka naman kapangitan... Makakahanap karin ng kapalit nun."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heard on radio, the topic was 'Things You Shouldn't Say to Ugly People': "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At sino naman nagsabi sayo na pangit ka??!! In fairness, honest sya..&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wagadush si Papa&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;V's for Peace (Don't forget to send some over Becky!! Hehe)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Surreal..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Occupation: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parausan ng mga latak ng lipunan..&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Birthday shoutouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgI3I6FltYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/59fudjWOckw/s1600-h/857335871l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgI3I6FltYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/59fudjWOckw/s200/857335871l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044655158779557250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Belated Happy Birthday Jojo!! If you really can't stop spending your money on pokkers, please remember to BE SAFE!!! Jooooooke! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss na kita&lt;/span&gt;--which is why I'm not calling you on your stalker instinct anymore.. At least I know that you're still there for me even if you're miles away because you bother to check my multiply.. my friendster.. my blog.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano pa ba&lt;/span&gt;??!! Either you sincerely give a damn or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chismoso&lt;/span&gt; ka lang talaga! Hehehe.. Amishuu!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgIr5aFltVI/AAAAAAAAACc/SpVx1AYTTMs/s1600-h/582350638405_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgIr5aFltVI/AAAAAAAAACc/SpVx1AYTTMs/s200/582350638405_0_BG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044642797863679314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurly K! It's a working birthday for you--all the way in Bacolod! Sad.. but we'll make up for it next week at your birthday bash thrown by your "super cute boyfriend who likes to celebrate birthdays.." Fif and I have to go hat-hunting! Stress!!! Hehe :D Te amo mucho chica bonita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgIr5aFltWI/AAAAAAAAACk/o1N8MjI3ZQM/s1600-h/DSC09173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgIr5aFltWI/AAAAAAAAACk/o1N8MjI3ZQM/s200/DSC09173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044642797863679330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lancey--formerly known as Wingman1.. Happy Birthday! Yes, happiness all over is still the key to everything. May the "New Lancer/Lancer Evolution" last far longer than what we're all betting--hehe, joke &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;! Sign-up na for the refresher! Meanwhile, go drink and make merry! Ponti? W135? Brazil? Hahahaha :) We have to celebrate--&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dali! Habang wala pang mga&lt;/span&gt; schedule. I don't wanna disappear from the social planet again! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgIt2aFltXI/AAAAAAAAACs/luY78D0qmxg/s1600-h/Girlies+in+Concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgIt2aFltXI/AAAAAAAAACs/luY78D0qmxg/s200/Girlies+in+Concert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044644945347327346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with my fave girlies last night and like always, we had a blast. It's always such a relief to be around people you can just be yourself with--no masks, all guards down, pure unadulterated and uncensored sharing, no fear of being judged for your actions. I think that's why we've lasted this long together and maybe this is also why, even if we haven't seen each other for a long period of time, the foundation we've built remains strong and our connection is in tact. (I just realized that we don't have an updated picture (this was from our last 'purging' sessionlast year I think--that's how long you've been gone Jammy! Fif and I aren't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tampo&lt;/span&gt; anymore though..Loved the rose, love you more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Oddly, no theme song for this post.. My mind's just not where it's supposed to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1710316624792744625?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1710316624792744625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1710316624792744625&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1710316624792744625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1710316624792744625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/03/statements.html' title='STATEMENTS'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RgI3I6FltYI/AAAAAAAAAC0/59fudjWOckw/s72-c/857335871l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-7680077239662179025</id><published>2007-03-15T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T19:29:01.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And That Makes Two..</title><content type='html'>It was only yesterday that I realized that I managed to overlook my blog-niversary. As of March 4th of this year, I have been officially blogging for 2 whole years. Yes, 2 years of whining, bitching , of sharing my insanity with the techno-universe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;I meant to blog last Monday about my happy weekend exept I didn't exactly get around to it with all the things that have been going on here at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt;. We celebrated my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt;'s 79th birthday at Mum's place and we were almost shockingly complete--just minus 1 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tito&lt;/span&gt;, 1 cousin, 1 girlfriend and 1 boyfriend (obviously not mine so don't bother asking!). I think our last get-together was last New Year. We were our normal noisy, funny and crazy selves so the house felt so alive. Dimsum (my furry baby brother) could barely contain himself from the excitement of being around so many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "party" almost didn't push through because of some conflict but we managed to pull things together. The food was great as always but it was the bonding that made the last minute/overnight preparations well-worth it. I just felt that it was important to celebrate his birthday at this point in his life when his health isn't too good and when his lapses in memory come a little too often for my liking. My Dad recommended that they have him checked for Alzheimer's but I guess Mum and  my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Titas&lt;/span&gt; just feel that it's unnecessary since there's no real cure for it and because they're somewhat prepared for what may come in the future. They laugh  when they share odd stories of his lapses and "hallucinations" but I know deep down, it hurts them to see him like that, especially when he doesn't recognize them. It was just perfect that he was quite lucid last Sunday. I'm still waiting for the pictures from my cousin so I can't quite share these moments the way I really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was really one of the most family-centric days I've ever had. It was a time of healing, of mending past hurts, of accepting the things that have happened and of recognizing how this has moulded us into the persons that we have come to be. Admittedly, mine (my immediate family) depicts dysfunctionality at it's finest with my parents, as well as my siblings and I, having different home addresses to start with but I think that what we have is more special and much stronger than what "normal" families have. It was only then that I realized that we've been having these regular Sunday family lunches or dinners for the past two years. I am a highly emotional person so it's no surprise that the words that I heard that night brought tears to my eyes. I recognize how difficult it  must've been for those who spoke--I, although being the most outspoken person in our family, decided to remain silent-- and I appreciate it more than they could ever know. A huge burden has been lifted off my shoulders and I think I honestly feel that the healing in my life has truly begun. This might actually be a really good year for me, for us.. Although I can only hope, wish and pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, coming at the heels of this is the passing of my friend B.Li's dad--days before his birthday even. Good thing it was such a busy day that I wasn't able to greet him. It pains me and it scares me in ways I cannot even begin to describe--with my Dad being sick and all. Our other Mafia friends say that he's okay because they expected it and that his Dad was in one sense, happy. I still feel that a loss is still a loss and it's a given that he's not entirely okay about all of this. While my Dad's been sick for awhile and we all know that it will inevitably get ugly, there's still no "Idiot's Guide on How to Prep for Losing a Parent" out in the market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from dealing with these grave matters, he apparently has the option to get married within 100 days from the time of his Dad's burial to his long-time girlfriend but it has to be a very small and simple wedding because essentially, they should still be in mourning. I don't really understand these things but it's one of those Chinese traditions that most of them seem familiar with. Either that or they wait another 2 years before tying the knot. He asked for 30 days to decide. After which, I think the whole Mafia will be running around the metro to help them make this wedding happen if they decide to make a "go" of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Things at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt; are crazier than usual. My "To Do" List seems to expand by the millisecond but I'm taking time out to blog and breathe.  Otherwise, I think I might just lose it. People have been telling me that I look harassed or stressed or tired or haggard--and I'm sadly not just talking about one or two people here. All of which are relatively synonymous to "ugly" except my friends are maybe too kind. The first quarter of 2007 isn't even over yet! Uuugghh!! Someone (ahem.. if you're reading this, I want you to know that I think you're really MEAN!! hehe) even commented that the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt; isn't doing my sense pf humor any good because my jokes/comments are becoming weak or lame. So now, I feel ugly and I'm suffering from the loss of my prized wit and "charm".. Geddemit! I think I need to... or something... Hahahaha :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Could this post be any longer??!! (Escapism! Hehe..) It ends here I promise. This is because I don't get YOU and because you're driving me mad! Obviously, there's a reason why you're (still) where you're at and not where I want you to be. I hear different voices singing different parts of this song. I'm hating it..absolutely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVING YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paolo Nutini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back off loneliness and hello tenderness&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for your call for so long&lt;br /&gt;And it must've been hard just to follow your soul&lt;br /&gt;To stick to the road that your heart wants you to go&lt;br /&gt;And as you slide through the door&lt;br /&gt;With your morals on your sleeve&lt;br /&gt;And i think its time for all those morals to leave&lt;br /&gt;So let's get down and freaky baby&lt;br /&gt;Let's get restless baby&lt;br /&gt;C'mon get crazy with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said when your loving me&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving you and I love your prowess&lt;br /&gt;And the things that you do&lt;br /&gt;And it's your flawless soul that bleeds my stone&lt;br /&gt;And when your loving me, I'm loving you&lt;br /&gt;And that's when we've got it goin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people think we've got it wrong&lt;br /&gt;They try to break us but we wont play along&lt;br /&gt;So let;s get down and dirty baby,&lt;br /&gt;Let;s get restless baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was so stranded and I was lost and abandoned&lt;br /&gt;And I needed another home and you fly in my arms&lt;br /&gt;You fly right into my arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-7680077239662179025?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7680077239662179025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/7680077239662179025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-that-makes-two.html' title='And That Makes Two..'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-166379459953461035</id><published>2007-03-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T21:58:49.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dizzying stillness</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a bit. I haven't really had the time to plus I haven't been in the right state to organize my thoughts into phrases and sentences that would seem coherent to whoever takes time out to swim in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, things at the Pancitan have been crazy with different deadlines to meet and with a variety of characters to deal with. I feel so tired and so drained. Every day, I have to drag myself out of bed and drive to the office. Traffic is hell and parking is a bitch if you happen to come a few seconds too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've overdrawn my "happy thoughts" bank account so getting through the day in one piece has become such a chore. I recently made a few "deposits" but with the relatively "low interest rate", it doesn't really count for much. (Am I talking in Greek here?!) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isa lang itong guni-guni.. Kailangan ko nang magising..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that have happened in the few weeks have left me in a tailspin. I am currently enrolled in the Eskimo Academy, trying to finish with a Masters degree in the Art of being Deadma but sadly--even being the OC overachiever that I am-- this is one course that I will most definitely fail. I am human. I breathe. I think. I feel. That is one thing that will never change and I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that more often than not I tend to over-think and over-analyze things but at least there are forces in my environment that literally knock me back to my senses and drag me back to reality. (Thanks &lt;a href="http://ninacastro.multiply.com/"&gt;Ziz&lt;/a&gt; and Partner, even if you sometimes use brute force! Hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;a href="http://gakiazurin.multiply.com/"&gt;G-girl&lt;/a&gt; and Kuya Kar are engaged!!! Woohoooo!!! It seems that the recurring theme for 2007 has to do with weddings. Uuuggghh!!! But I am genuinely happy for them. This engagement was 8 years in the making and I was there (as the Spy, hehehe) when it all started at the Unibersidad. I'd post pictures except we used Fifi's camera that night so I guess it'll be a few years before we see them.. (UPLOAD Fif!!! Pleeeeaaasssee!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you both luck, love and truckloads of kids! That should be fun! We've got a wedding to plan! Wheeeeee! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Still more news:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RfFh_7vMEqI/AAAAAAAAACM/D9PQrJBPp70/s1600-h/Carinas+Pics169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RfFh_7vMEqI/AAAAAAAAACM/D9PQrJBPp70/s200/Carinas+Pics169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039917208999563938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Noelle is part of the Pinay expedition to Everest. Cool really but I'm scared for her. My only wish is that she keeps her promise to us--&gt; to come back (and with 10 fingers and 10 toes).  Good luck Noey!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at her send-off party last night with the Chicas and other Goldy-girls, after a long and crazy day--booknotes version: my car died in the middle of the street but oddly enough, right in front of an auto supply shop. God bless the soul of Jeff and the traffic enforcer that helped me. It was such a relief to be around friends when the madness subsides. Good Times, Good Friends.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Daming&lt;/span&gt; news!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://marianbasa.multiply.com/journal"&gt;Partner&lt;/a&gt; is going to Pattaya as the country representative for her shortfilm "Taxi" at the Adfest. None of us realized how big this event was actually gonna be but if anyone deserves it, it's gotta be her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't believe much in yourself and in the things that you can do (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang mali sabihin to..??&lt;/span&gt;) but, we all do. Go for gold &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na ito&lt;/span&gt; Mars! I'll be rooting for you even as I wither here lonesomely at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pancitan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alagaan mo sya Ziz!! Uwi kayo agad! Pasalubong ko&lt;/span&gt;!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;This song has been on repeat in my head. Hence, my blog should be in on it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TULAK NG BIBIG, KABIG NG DIBDIB&lt;br /&gt;Julianne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot lang,&lt;br /&gt;Nalilito, ba’t gan’to?&lt;br /&gt;Pag-gising sa umaga ikaw ang nasa isip&lt;br /&gt;Pagtulog sa gabi, laman ng panaginip&lt;br /&gt;Mahal ba kita?&lt;br /&gt;O ano? Ewan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Simula nang makilala&lt;br /&gt;Di na maipinta ngiti sa mata&lt;br /&gt;Magdamag ang kwentuhan, kulitan, tawanan&lt;br /&gt;Di ko maintindihan&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ngayon lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung kelan ang puso ko ay maselan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Takot lang akong masaktan&lt;br /&gt;Iniingatan lang aking puso&lt;br /&gt;Kung maibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;Di na sana tayo magkakaganito&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito na muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Paikot-ikot lang&lt;br /&gt;Nalilito, ba’t gan’to?&lt;br /&gt;Urong-sulong yan ang paborito&lt;br /&gt;Lilitaw, lulubog tanong mo kahit sino&lt;br /&gt;Pakisabi nalang&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga ang gusto mong gawin ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakiusap lang&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo nga akong tingnan ng ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatunaw ang iyong tingin&lt;br /&gt;Hinay-hinay ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Mahina ang lkalaban&lt;br /&gt;Baka di na maiwasan&lt;br /&gt;Mahulog ng tuluyan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Takot lang akong masaktan&lt;br /&gt;Iniingatan lang aking puso&lt;br /&gt;Kung maibibigay ko lang ang sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;Di na sana tayo magkakagulo-gulo&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya ka na kung hanggang dito na muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang dito nalang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulak ng bibig, kabig ng dibdib..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-166379459953461035?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/166379459953461035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=166379459953461035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/166379459953461035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/166379459953461035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/03/dizzying-stillness.html' title='dizzying stillness'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RfFh_7vMEqI/AAAAAAAAACM/D9PQrJBPp70/s72-c/Carinas+Pics169.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6661138335624815487</id><published>2007-02-14T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T21:15:24.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy V(alium)-Day!!! :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Can't I just skip this day and sleep my sadness away???!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THAT'S HOW I KNEW THIS STORY WOULD BREAK MY HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aimee Mann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drew a picture of you&lt;br /&gt;You and your anchor tattoo&lt;br /&gt;And saw the face that I knew&lt;br /&gt;Covered in shame&lt;br /&gt;You drew a bird that was here&lt;br /&gt;A kind of sweet chanticleer&lt;br /&gt;But with a terrible fear&lt;br /&gt;That the cage couldn't tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I knew this story would break my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you wrote it&lt;br /&gt;That's how I knew this story would break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, like a ghost in the snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause baby, that's all I know –&lt;br /&gt;How to open the door&lt;br /&gt;And though the exit is crude&lt;br /&gt;It saves me coming unglued&lt;br /&gt;For when you're not in the mood&lt;br /&gt;For the gloves and the canvas floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I knew this story would break my heart&lt;br /&gt;When you wrote it&lt;br /&gt;That's how I knew this story would break my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6661138335624815487?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6661138335624815487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6661138335624815487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6661138335624815487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6661138335624815487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-valium-day-p.html' title='Happy V(alium)-Day!!! :p'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2938859982562022023</id><published>2007-02-09T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T18:01:43.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in the Power of the Potpot!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from Boracay! Take me back to the beach!!! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe that we even went. If not for the hundreds of &lt;a href="http://rejix.multiply.com/photos"&gt;pictures &lt;/a&gt;that were taken, I might actually forget that we were there just last weekend. With all the things that need to be taken care of here in Manila, Boracay seems like a distant memory. I actually uploaded all the pictures into my iPod--Just so I can run to my new wealth of "happy thoughts" when things get too rough or when people seem unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rcv4rPo2pQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZThzrrdlWXs/s1600-h/CIMG3950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029386830705239298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rcv4rPo2pQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZThzrrdlWXs/s200/CIMG3950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rcv4Bfo2pPI/AAAAAAAAABg/0ho_tApBpC8/s1600-h/DSC00256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029386113445700850" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rcv4Bfo2pPI/AAAAAAAAABg/0ho_tApBpC8/s320/DSC00256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. &amp; Mrs. Raoul Panes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still comes as a s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hock when the thought of Jennie being married--of being part of a permanent "we/us"--crosses my mind. We're not exactly the closest of friends but we've talked and shared enough of our lives for me to be moved to tears when she walked into the church, with the sun shining behind her, creating a magnificent and utterly dramatic silhouette. It was perfect really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception was a blast of course and I partied heartily with Ama, the Angels--particularly my faves Zizter, Bebeh and Chay-r/Bangy--and the rest of the familia. Paolo Santos (In fairness, he was funny. Especially when he kept on making digs at the groom's age..Hehe) and the Brass Monkeys (Old school but fun fun fun!!!) set the tone of the celebration with their music. It felt a bit strange since we were surrounded by industry people that we work closely with pero as Bebeh said, &lt;em&gt;"Quebs!!!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Mamatay na sa inggit ang mga taong&lt;/em&gt; judgemental &lt;em&gt;na hindi marunong magpakasaya!!!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha.. We were there to celebrate (We sure as hell deserve to!) the union of two people who found love via an unexpected set and props check and celebrate we did!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The backstory: the Pancitan was shooting a bread/biscuit commercial. One of the props for the TVC was a bicycle with a horn--yes, a &lt;em&gt;Potpot&lt;/em&gt;. Raoul pitched in for his art director who could not make it and when he saw Jen--the Production Designer for the shoot--Approved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;agad&lt;/span&gt;!!! The rest as they say, is history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Valentine's Day is just around the corner and for single people like me, it's one 'holiday' that I'm not exactly looking forward to. I can already imagine the little stabs it's gonna make at my heart... Ugh! Of late, I find  myself quite allergic to anything lovey-dovey (&lt;em&gt;Kasi naman! Di na nakuntento sa &lt;/em&gt;Love Day! &lt;em&gt;Gawin bang&lt;/em&gt; Love Month?!! &lt;em&gt;Anobuzz&lt;/em&gt;?!!) but the Panes wedding is defintely one memory that I'll be holding on to because it reminded me to trust and to have faith. I still feel the loneliness--there's no denying that-- and I feel it magnifying as V-Day nears. But at the same time, I'm honestly not consciously looking for love.. Maybe not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Raoul, &lt;strong&gt;"Believe in the POWER of the POTPOT!"&lt;/strong&gt; I'll just wait for love to come out of nowhere and pleasantly surprise me.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2938859982562022023?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2938859982562022023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2938859982562022023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2938859982562022023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2938859982562022023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/02/believe-in-power-of-potpot.html' title='Believe in the Power of the Potpot!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rcv4rPo2pQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZThzrrdlWXs/s72-c/CIMG3950.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-1913744716259561103</id><published>2007-01-31T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:30:46.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>See You Soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rb_1nPHpGUI/AAAAAAAAABU/NGbYIXKVkOc/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rb_1nPHpGUI/AAAAAAAAABU/NGbYIXKVkOc/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026005763591051586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Photograph by my &lt;a href="http://marianbasa.multiply.com/"&gt;Tagteam Partner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I need a break! Please let everything fall into place... I'm in dire need of a tan! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-1913744716259561103?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/1913744716259561103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=1913744716259561103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1913744716259561103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/1913744716259561103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/see-you-soon.html' title='See You Soon...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Rb_1nPHpGUI/AAAAAAAAABU/NGbYIXKVkOc/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-4892350625709149132</id><published>2007-01-29T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T19:09:04.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;. . . I'm still in shock&lt;br /&gt;. . . I'm not emotionally equipped to handle this&lt;br /&gt;. . . I feel at a loss for words to say to you&lt;br /&gt;. . . I cried inconsolably on your couch&lt;br /&gt;. . . I called you self-absorbed&lt;br /&gt;. . . I'm being self-absorbed too&lt;br /&gt;. . . I can't explain why all of this hurts me so&lt;br /&gt;. . . I didn't reach out to you and say things will be okay before leaving&lt;br /&gt;. . . I couldn't jump into this with both feet in&lt;br /&gt;. . . I had my doubts--I still do&lt;br /&gt;. . . I said I regretted things because I don't&lt;br /&gt;. . . I said things in the past to make you think twice about telling me the truth&lt;br /&gt;. . . I expected a "happy ending"--whatever the hell that is these days&lt;br /&gt;. . . I didn't believe that your feelings for me still remain true after I learned the truth&lt;br /&gt;. . . I might actually be skeptical about it still&lt;br /&gt;. . . I couldn't tell you I love you too when we had that "moment"&lt;br /&gt;. . . I still can't because I honestly don't know--not then and definitely not now&lt;br /&gt;. . . I wasn't the "remedy" you had hoped I would be&lt;br /&gt;. . . You felt I didn't understand you because I do&lt;br /&gt;. . . You thought I didn't accept any or all of this because I do&lt;br /&gt;. . . You're a mess now--let me help you, please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . I'm Sorry . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE'S DIVINE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the rainstorm came, over me&lt;br /&gt;And I felt my spirit break&lt;br /&gt;I had lost all of my, belief you see&lt;br /&gt;And realized my mistake&lt;br /&gt;But time threw a prayer, to me&lt;br /&gt;And all around me became still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need love, love's divine&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind&lt;br /&gt;Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the rainstorm came sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;And I felt my spirit fly&lt;br /&gt;I had found all of my reality&lt;br /&gt;I realize what it takes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't bend, don't break&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live and promise me you won't forsake&lt;br /&gt;'Cause love can help me know my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I try to say there's nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;But inside I felt me lying all along&lt;br /&gt;But the message here was plain to see&lt;br /&gt;Believe me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can help me know my name&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-4892350625709149132?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/4892350625709149132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=4892350625709149132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4892350625709149132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/4892350625709149132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-8714459996499498809</id><published>2007-01-17T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:15:30.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Well Well...</title><content type='html'>Bokbok pulled a fast one on all of us. I'm in shock! (Sorry Bitch, she beat you to it. Guess you won't be the first among us after all...) She has always been the level-headed one, the Ms. Analyze This. For her to jump into something as serious as this, has really got me thinking. And while I am not not too keen on lovebirds these days (ah, the bitter pill), I must say that I am genuinely happy that she found the One. Maybe you're the sign that I've been looking for. There may be hope for me yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Mr. &amp; Mrs. Dynamite Camua (did I get this right?! I find myself oddly propelled to say "boom goes.." hehehe)! I wish you love and marital bliss forever and ever! I miss you hanehbunch! Come home as soon as you can so you can fill us in on the erm--little details.. I love you mucho! (even if I'm jealously hating how happy you look! hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Ra4GgPHpGSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uCaCrbRQH9Y/s1600-h/car%27s+wedding+day+nov20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Ra4GgPHpGSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uCaCrbRQH9Y/s200/car%27s+wedding+day+nov20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020957785448847650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Ra4Gg_HpGTI/AAAAAAAAABE/6QJnwJklJvQ/s1600-h/carmen+in+virginia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Ra4Gg_HpGTI/AAAAAAAAABE/6QJnwJklJvQ/s200/carmen+in+virginia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020957798333749554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;IDOL&lt;/a&gt; is back! I refrained from watching the last run because work was trying to kill me and just because it didn't bring pleasant memories but maybe I'll find the time to watch it again this season..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-8714459996499498809?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/8714459996499498809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=8714459996499498809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8714459996499498809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/8714459996499498809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/well-well-well.html' title='Well Well Well...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/Ra4GgPHpGSI/AAAAAAAAAA8/uCaCrbRQH9Y/s72-c/car%27s+wedding+day+nov20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6187296298839211397</id><published>2007-01-15T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T12:39:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent Plea</title><content type='html'>I'm throwing this out to the universe: I WANT YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me when or why or how... I know I shouldn't, but I do. I hate that you're being dangled right in front of me, well within my reach but completely untouchable. Yet again, the universe is conspiring against me... (sigh)...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ONE WAY OR ANOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Blondie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna find you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna win you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get you &lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna see you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet you&lt;br /&gt;One day, maybe next week&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna meet you, I'll meet you&lt;br /&gt;I will drive past your house&lt;br /&gt;And if the lights are all down&lt;br /&gt;I'll see who's around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the lights are all out&lt;br /&gt;I'll follow your bus downtown&lt;br /&gt;See who's hanging out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna lose you, I'm gonna trick you&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna trick you&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna lose you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give you the slip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk down the mall&lt;br /&gt;Stand over by the wall&lt;br /&gt;Where I can see it all&lt;br /&gt;Find out who you call&lt;br /&gt;Lead you to the supermarket checkout&lt;br /&gt;Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One way or another I'm gonna get you&lt;br /&gt;(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6187296298839211397?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6187296298839211397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6187296298839211397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6187296298839211397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6187296298839211397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/silent-scream.html' title='A Silent Plea'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5906905276798501368</id><published>2007-01-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:33:30.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fuggin' New Year</title><content type='html'>... and this is the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has barely kicked-off and already I'm on a brand-new rollercoaster ride. It's been a crazy blur since day 1. Even as I was desperately trying to relish the last few hours of the holiday break, I was glued to my phone making calls and sending out messages coordinating things for the busy days ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day 1, I had to say goodbye to my last Wingman. Although we lost touch for a bit sometime last year, I still can't begin to thank him for everything he's done for me and everything he's been to me. I miss you already Jojo. Who's going to save me now? :,( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAHfHpGOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NTGnjPF2q_U/s1600-h/boyprend+jojo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAHfHpGOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NTGnjPF2q_U/s200/boyprend+jojo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018347119642745058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAH_HpGPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyhWaq-mZEU/s1600-h/boyprend+jojo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAH_HpGPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/lyhWaq-mZEU/s200/boyprend+jojo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018347128232679666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAIPHpGQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ak_JTIt8a2M/s1600-h/booty+jojo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAIPHpGQI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ak_JTIt8a2M/s200/booty+jojo2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018347132527646978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAIfHpGRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yVhcdNzosa0/s1600-h/macho+jojo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAIfHpGRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/yVhcdNzosa0/s200/macho+jojo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018347136822614290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;I had dinner at Haiku with college friends last week. I think we only get to see each other everytime Pilar is in town or if I celebrate my birthday. (Where on earth are you Carmencita?!) It's great to catch up with old friends because it really brings me back to a time when things were simpler or at the very least, less complicated. It's good to see that all our lives are somewhat on track and we're all doing okay. I just can't imaging my four years in UP without these girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I've come to realize is that Manila has definitely gone skinny--Auuggh! I swear, every single that passed by must have been a size 0 or negative. It's so frustrating and harder even when I'm surrounded by similarly skinny friends(damn you bitches, haha!). While I'm currently shifting back and forth from a 0 to 2, I still find myself sadly yearning to be reed-thin and borderline-anorexic like them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung out with the &lt;a href="http://tamed.blogspot.com/"&gt;Slut&lt;/a&gt; that and the Bitch at Ankie's for a few rounds afterwards. Ankie's is a tiny haunt near my place. I've never been there before until that night. It seems like a good place to hang--cheap booze and yummy barchow. We shared our 'unfiltered' stories and had a good laugh about the crazy mishaps we've been through--the Bitch's embarrassing stories, the Slut's work adventures and of course, my poor choice in men (we definitely had a good laugh about that bit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Work's still crazy and the people are crazier. I'm trying real hard to keep my tongue -in-cheek and I'm finding it extremely difficult to keep my patented sarcasm in check. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pakikisama&lt;/span&gt; they call it. I beg to disagree but I'm not about to launch into an all-out rantfest about this. Frankly, I don't have the energy right now. While I whine a lot, I am very grateful for this opportunity. The stress might actually pay-off in the end. Patience is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** *** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my fave psychic over the weekend and she gave me some interesting insights on what 2007 may bring for me. Some are pretty mind-blowing and has got me paranoid over soem things. Some, I'd rather not talk about it but I promise to update everybody in June should she be right. Goodgaawd, the anticipation of things to come might actually cause me more damage than good! I feel so paranoid! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has barely started and already I've done something stupid. Gaaawwd! (cue me: smacking my hand on my forehead) I really need to break this bad habit before my troubles run deeper than they already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISTAKE #3&lt;br /&gt;Culture Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't bystand all the people&lt;br /&gt;Stand them on their own&lt;br /&gt;They will fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;So we watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;Into strange and pretty faces&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Clutching to my lipstick traces&lt;br /&gt;Watch them go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make mistake number three&lt;br /&gt;Make mistake number three&lt;br /&gt;Make mistake number three&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's strange how much it changes&lt;br /&gt;How they want to know&lt;br /&gt;How cynical are people&lt;br /&gt;That's where children go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dragged into a conversation&lt;br /&gt;They can't hold&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad&lt;br /&gt;But it prepares them for the mould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is my love like an ocean run dry?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my love&lt;br /&gt;Such a struggle with life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't bystand all the people&lt;br /&gt;Stand them on their own&lt;br /&gt;They will fall into pieces&lt;br /&gt;So we watch them grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make mistake number three&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5906905276798501368?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5906905276798501368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5906905276798501368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5906905276798501368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5906905276798501368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-fuggin-new-year.html' title='Happy Fuggin&apos; New Year'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WMc5EGRSc94/RaTAHfHpGOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NTGnjPF2q_U/s72-c/boyprend+jojo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-2314548889603625127</id><published>2006-12-27T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T14:56:04.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Friggin' Xmas</title><content type='html'>And so that was Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came and went without me really feeling the holiday "spirit", especially when it was capped off with unpleasantries from people in the Pancitan. MoFo! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parang hindi nag-Pasko! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I thank YOU profusely for ruining my already rotten holiday season. Thank YOU for rendering me useless and in tears on my bathroom floor while YOU were probably relishing in your miniscule "triumph".  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maraming Salamat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so drained. I keep wishing for the year to end and for a new 'life' to begin. It's only a few days till' 2007 comes and I just can't wait. At the same time, I can't help but feel scared because I don't know what to expect. I don't know what the coming year has in store for me--even if I already have the first two months mapped-out in terms of work. I swear, if it's anything like 2006, please let the earth open up and swallow me whole now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is lonely when you're harboring a lot of anger and hatred. I'm trying to come to terms with the ghosts of my past but like my TagTeam partner Hatsummomo said, these ghosts are territotial and it looks as if they're here to stay.  (While we share some very odd parallelisms in our crazy lives, I worry about you still because you always manage to top me a thousandfold. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Di ko kaya ganyang levels, Mars! Takot ako! &lt;/span&gt;It's hard and there are a lot of forces around you that probably make it even harder, but hang in there. I need you. We all do. Moreover, we want you to stick around.. for a long time. Trade me "happy pills" pleeeaaase!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both of our cases, what people sometimes fail to see is that this breakdown is 26 years (27 in hers) in the making and it's long-overdue. I cannot simply get out of it in a just snap--very much unlike how I fell into it. It's harder even with people negating what I'm feeling. How is that even remotely possible?! How can someone else appear to know what I'm feeling more than me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I turn into a whiny-self-loathing-biatch?! I'm doing a &lt;a href="http://www.greysanatomyinsider.com/characters/meredith-grey.html"&gt;Meredith&lt;/a&gt;--&gt; I'm dark and twisty all over. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;Have you seen my childhood?!&lt;/span&gt;) I have baggage from all corners of the universe and I luckily chance upon people who have more baggage than me and who are far more damaged than I am. What a happy camp I'm building here! No wonder my heart is black and blue all over..Whoopeee! Somebody light the fireworks already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to embed this is into my muddled-head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, it's usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we've chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need."&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE WILL COME TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I wasnt the best one to ask&lt;br /&gt;Me, myself with my face pressed&lt;br /&gt;Up against love's glass&lt;br /&gt;To see the shiny toy I've been hoping for&lt;br /&gt;The one I never can afford&lt;br /&gt;The wide world spins and spits turmoil&lt;br /&gt;And the nations toil for peace&lt;br /&gt;But the paws of fear upon your chest&lt;br /&gt;Only love can soothe that beast&lt;br /&gt;And my words are paper tigers&lt;br /&gt;No match for the predators of pain inside her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say love will come to you&lt;br /&gt;Hoping just because I spoke the words that they're true&lt;br /&gt;As if I offered up a crystal ball to look through&lt;br /&gt;Where there's now one, there will be two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born under the sign of cancer&lt;br /&gt;(Love will come to you)&lt;br /&gt;Like brushing cloth I smooth the wrinkles for an answer&lt;br /&gt;(Love will come)&lt;br /&gt;I'm always closing my eyes and wishing Im fine&lt;br /&gt;(I close my eyes and wish you fine)&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know I'm not this time&lt;br /&gt;(Even though I know you're not this time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dodging your memories a field of knives&lt;br /&gt;Always on the outside looking in on other's lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish her insight to battle love's blindness&lt;br /&gt;Strength from the milk of human kindness&lt;br /&gt;A safe place for all the pieces that scattered&lt;br /&gt;Learn to pretend there's more than love that matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-2314548889603625127?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/2314548889603625127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=2314548889603625127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2314548889603625127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/2314548889603625127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-friggin-xmas.html' title='Merry Friggin&apos; Xmas'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5714853872969461902</id><published>2006-12-20T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T13:24:26.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoi Polloi I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masa at may slight kabaduyan factor pero &lt;/span&gt;I super love this song. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Galing!&lt;/span&gt; Who writes lines like "s&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a mundo ng kawalan&lt;/span&gt;" at age 14???!!! I guess it's no surprise she won the tilt. I'm sure her network can't wait to milk her for all she's worth. Heck, they started even when she was inside &lt;a href="http://pinoydreamacademy.ph/"&gt;the Academy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Palakpakan naman jan mga bata&lt;/span&gt;! (Love you Fif! Hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Girlies or pulling me--though only for a short and fleeting moment--out of yesterday's funk. I honestly thought my face was gonna stay frozen in that deadpan state forever. I needed to smile, laugh and cackle.. and it's only the two of you who really know how to make me do that (although sometimes at the expense of some poor jane or john). I love you! Can't wait for our "rocking chair" years to come. It'll be easier to cackle without teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAWAK KAMAY&lt;br /&gt;Yeng Constantino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan madarama mo kay bigat ng problema&lt;br /&gt;Minsan mahihirapan ka at masasabing “di ko makakaya”&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin ka lang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling may masumpungan&lt;br /&gt;Di kaya ako’y tawagin&lt;br /&gt;Malalaman mong kahit kailan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hawak-kamay&lt;br /&gt;Di kita iiwan sa paglakbay&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa mundong walang katiyakan&lt;br /&gt;Hawak-kamay&lt;br /&gt;Di kita bibitawan sa paglalakbay&lt;br /&gt;Sa mundo ng kawalan&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Minsan madarama mo&lt;br /&gt;Ang mundo’y gumuho sa ilalim ng iyong mga paa&lt;br /&gt;At ang agos ng problema’y tinatangay ka&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin ka lang sa langit&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakaling may masumpungan&lt;br /&gt;Di kaya ako’y tawagin&lt;br /&gt;Malalaman mong kahit kailan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wag mong sabihin nag-iisa ka&lt;br /&gt;Laging isipin meron kang kasama&lt;br /&gt;Narito ako, Narito ako…&lt;/p&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is a sneeze away and I still haven't made a Christmas list and I haven't started on my Christmas shopping. My friends find it really weird since I'm usually one of the early Christmas shoppers. This time last year, I had almost all of my gifts wrapped and ready for delivery but I just can't bring myself to get into the spirit. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko lang kaya maging masaya at lalo ako nalulungkot pag maraming nagtatawanan sa paligid ko. Nakakabaliw! Malungkot ako pero bakit ayaw nyo lahat maniwala?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Jojo, don't leave na please.. I need you here.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time with Mafia after the longest time. It brings me back to days when life was simpler and when I was happy. It's been too long really but I'm glad that they give me the same regard as before even if things and "titles" have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Hindi kita maintindihan.. Ano ba talaga gusto mo?!! Ang gulo mo! Sinusubukan ko na nga magmove-on, eto ka nanaman. Kung ayaw mo, huwag mo. Hindi pwedeng patay-sindi. Hindi pwedeng kung kelan mo lang maisipan. Nakakasawa na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;In keeping with this post's theme, here's another song I'm currently tripping on. I was rooting for her even if I knew she wasn't gonna win.. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEHIND THOSE EYES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panky Trinidad &amp;amp; Chai Fonacier&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The shadow lies a bit too long across my path&lt;br /&gt;And it bleeds too much on blue grey gutters and fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Black and cold into my shoes turn my skin blue&lt;br /&gt;A little spider crawling out to weave around my heart in moonlight wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you see my eyes, does your heart receive these words in mine&lt;br /&gt;And when you close your eyes, do you see me in these dreams I hide&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one thing, I would grab your heart and make it mine&lt;br /&gt;For your heart&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Little thoughts and feelings found behind those eyes&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to know the truth, to know the reason why you and I can never be&lt;br /&gt;I try to build a wall, try to heal the hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;But it pains me even more to know that it’s too late, that I’m too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I can’t see your face every time I gaze those skies when I cry&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t feel so right but you can never be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does your heart receive these words in mine&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me in these dreams I hide&lt;br /&gt;I would grab your heart and make it mine&lt;br /&gt;I would grab your heart and make it mine &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/11331238-5714853872969461902?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5714853872969461902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5714853872969461902&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5714853872969461902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5714853872969461902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoi-polloi-i-am.html' title='Hoi Polloi I Am'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-3166879461070730622</id><published>2006-12-14T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T18:39:51.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindless Randomness</title><content type='html'>Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 1. You can only say YES or NO!&lt;br /&gt;Rule # 2. You are NOT ALLOWED to explain ANYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken a picture naked?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danced in front of your mirror?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told a lie?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotten in a car with people you just met?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left your house without telling your parents?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ditched school to do something more fun?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seen someone die?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a picture?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in until 3pm?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen asleep at work/school?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt an earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made out with a total stranger?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touched a snake?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a car accident?&lt;br /&gt;- YES! (Gedemmit!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pole danced?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been lost?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in a videoke?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang in the shower?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever gone to school partially naked?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat on a roof top?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been told you're hot by a complete stranger?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten someone's name?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept naked?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blacked out from drinking?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like killing someone?&lt;br /&gt;- YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made a parent cry?&lt;br /&gt;- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had/Have a dog?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been in a band?&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank 25 sodas in a day?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a gun?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wanted to kill an ex?&lt;br /&gt;- YES!!! (Hello?!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-3166879461070730622?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3166879461070730622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=3166879461070730622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3166879461070730622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3166879461070730622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/12/mindless-randomness.html' title='Mindless Randomness'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-794476380375213813</id><published>2006-12-13T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T10:28:13.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dramarama</title><content type='html'>They say everything comes in 3's. I must be on my 20th or something and it just keeps on coming.. Why won't it stop coming??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last night desperately trying to bury Ms.Hyde and to drown my evil thoughts. It gets harder each and every day. I'm snappish and overly-sensitive because I'm angry. Because I'm hurt. Because I don't think it's fair. Because I'm just so f***in' sick of everything. Because I'm tired. Because I've given up a long time ago and yet I find myself awake each and every morning. I want to unload all the emo-baggage that I've been lugging around but I can't. I should. But I won't. And I don't. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamatay na yata ako sa sama ng loob pero ang tagal-tagal-TAGAL!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ARE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UNVELIEVABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING I NEVER HAD&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see me&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel me like I feel you&lt;br /&gt;Call your number&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot get through&lt;br /&gt;You don't hear me&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;When I reach out&lt;br /&gt;I don't find your hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were they wasted words&lt;br /&gt;And did they mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;And all that precious time&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel so in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, I just keep pretending&lt;br /&gt;That you'll stay&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of a different ending&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold on&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;And I can't keep something that I never had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep tellin' myself&lt;br /&gt;Things can turn around with time&lt;br /&gt;And if I wait it out&lt;br /&gt;You could always change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Like a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;Where it works out in the end&lt;br /&gt;Can I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you lying here again&lt;br /&gt;Then I come back down&lt;br /&gt;Then I fade back in&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize&lt;br /&gt;It's just what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a shadow on your wall...&lt;br /&gt;Am I anything at all...&lt;br /&gt;Anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;Am I a secret that you keep...&lt;br /&gt;Do you dream me while your sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;After all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't see me&lt;br /&gt;You don't feel me like I feel you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-794476380375213813?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/794476380375213813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=794476380375213813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/794476380375213813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/794476380375213813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/12/dramarama.html' title='Dramarama'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5899346162969488260</id><published>2006-12-11T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:39:14.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>I'm skipping Christmas this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Birthday shoutout to my bro Chong Pagong. We bicker and fight a lot but you know there's love. I got your back! Always! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5899346162969488260?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5899346162969488260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5899346162969488260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5899346162969488260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5899346162969488260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-9072246546853527126</id><published>2006-12-05T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:10:47.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baaaah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Correction: Little Boys!@?%**!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IRREPLACEABLE&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the left&lt;br /&gt;To the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you own in the box to the left&lt;br /&gt;In the closet that's my stuff - Yes&lt;br /&gt;If I bought it nigga please don't touch&lt;br /&gt;And keep talking that mess, that's fine&lt;br /&gt;But could you walk and talk at the same time&lt;br /&gt;And It's my name that is on that Jag&lt;br /&gt;So remove your bags let me call you a cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the front yard telling me&lt;br /&gt;How I'm such a fool - Talking about&lt;br /&gt;How I'll never ever find a man like you&lt;br /&gt;You got me twisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I could have another you in a minute&lt;br /&gt;Matter fact he'll be here in a minute - baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;You must not know about me&lt;br /&gt;I can have another you by tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;So don't you ever for a second get to thinking you're irreplaceable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and get gone&lt;br /&gt;And  call up on that chick and see if she's home&lt;br /&gt;Oops, I bet ya thought that I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;What did you think I was putting you out for?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you was untrue&lt;br /&gt;Rolling her around in the car that I bought you&lt;br /&gt;Baby you dropped them keys hurry up before your taxi leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I’m not your everything&lt;br /&gt;How about I'll be nothing&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all to you&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wont shed a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;I won't lose a wink of sleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause the truth of the matter is&lt;br /&gt;Replacing you is so easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;From an emo fuckwit, I am now a certified zombie. I am going through the motions of my daily existence but I am neither feeling nor experiencing any of it. I'm sick--but I don't have a remedy. I go through each day either passively taking in whatever it is that Life has decided to throw my way or absolutely seething with anger. I am close to a recluse. I seek comfort under the sheets, behind a good book or watching my fave series on DVD. I still get some semblance of joy from shopping but I don't feel the same rush of excitement that I used to.  Everything I know has changed and people continue to let me down--especially when I need them the most and most especially after I pour my heart and soul to them. It's stupid to place any emotional attachment on anybody because 9 out of 10 times, that person will not come through for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things here at the Pancitan (Yes, I will be calling my workplace as such because people have somewhat grown accustomed to coming to us with an 'I-want-a-giant-bilao-of-instant-pancit-NOW-NA!' attitude. Annoying sometimes really!) have taken its toll on me. Each morning is greeted with an immense feeling of dread. I used to look forward to each workday because it used to provide a safe haven for me/ an escape of sorts but that's not quite how things are now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nakakapagod na talaga ang politika dito. Ba't di nalang kasi lumugar ang mga tao? Isa lang ang Bossing dito AT hindi kayo yun kaya kung pwede lang, magsi-tigil na kayo!!! Lahat kayo magagaling. Lahat kayo perpektong tao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; MoFos really! Gaaaad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As the year ends, I have some really big decisions to make. It's scary and I've been trying to out them aside but I know I can't keep running for long. Weekends are tough because that's when I feel the pressure the most. Only a few weeks till 2007. I hope the anxiety and stress kills me before the fireworks go off. I don't have the strength to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-9072246546853527126?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/9072246546853527126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=9072246546853527126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/9072246546853527126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/9072246546853527126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/12/baaaah.html' title='Baaaah!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-5210026095114569364</id><published>2006-11-20T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T13:33:00.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EMO Overload</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I am a certified emotional fuckwit right now. I am honestly beginning to lose control over everything--I actually cracked at work yesterday and I know that I am capable of cracking at any given moment. Unfortunately for me, my boss even caught me in the midst of my breakdown.  My life is soooo peachy-keen! Woohoo! :D --I'm being sarcastic of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;On one hand, was able to reconnect with an "old" friend. It's been months since we last spoke for reasons I would rather leave undisclosed. I'm just glad that we were able to talk again. I guess in order to see things for what they really are, it's important to step back and step away. There's always a bigger picture. We just can't always see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for you Manokky... Thank you for reminding me that friends are friends no matter what. I'm glad to know you're still there for me. I know you're better than this, so I don't even have to say it. we both know you're gonna be okay in no time at all... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALTZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I hate the way you are&lt;br /&gt;So mean to me by far&lt;br /&gt;The most frigid girl&lt;br /&gt;That i have ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You speak loudly, but&lt;br /&gt;When i'm not around&lt;br /&gt;You'll be just like them&lt;br /&gt;So shallow and obnoxious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;That's enough, That's enough...&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said this a million times before&lt;br /&gt;And i'm sick&lt;br /&gt;But all that i need&lt;br /&gt;And all that i bleed&lt;br /&gt;And all that i care for&lt;br /&gt;Is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said that you'd call&lt;br /&gt;But time you'll be at home&lt;br /&gt;But you never did&lt;br /&gt;You said you did mean to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm outraged&lt;br /&gt;As if we're engaged&lt;br /&gt;You made me realize&lt;br /&gt;I'm just your alibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all that i need&lt;br /&gt;And all that i bleed&lt;br /&gt;And all that i care for&lt;br /&gt;Is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;This is for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...because everytime I feel that maybe I'm doing something right, you always manage to prove me wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEDAY&lt;br /&gt;Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, you're gonna realize&lt;br /&gt;One day you'll see this through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But then I won't even be there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be happy somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;You don't really see my worth&lt;br /&gt;You think, you're the last guy on earth&lt;br /&gt;Well I've got news for you&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;But it won't take long&lt;br /&gt;Won't take long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos' Someday, someone's gonna love me&lt;br /&gt;The way, I wanted you to need me&lt;br /&gt;Someday, someone's gonna take your place&lt;br /&gt;One day. I'll forget about you&lt;br /&gt;You'll see, I won't even miss you&lt;br /&gt;Someday. someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;I know you can' t tell&lt;br /&gt;I'm down and I'm not doing well&lt;br /&gt;But one day, these tears&lt;br /&gt;They will all run dry&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to cry&lt;br /&gt;Sweet goodbye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-5210026095114569364?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/5210026095114569364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=5210026095114569364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5210026095114569364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/5210026095114569364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/11/emo-overload.html' title='EMO Overload'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6557777335075938747</id><published>2006-11-09T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T16:03:25.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>100</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Because this is my 100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; post, I think it is but-fitting for me to clue you in on (more like shamefully reveal) the origin of the title of this (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ktv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;) blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before all of that, I decided to backtrack and make a list of what made it to the soundtrack of my life in the past year or so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ghost - Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;2. How to Save a Life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;3. Super Duper Love - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Stone&lt;br /&gt;4. Unwritten - Natasha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If You're &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Missin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;' (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;COme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; on Home)- Bethany Joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lenz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fragile - Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gone - Kelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. My Happy Ending - Avril &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If I Was Your Woman - Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;10. Pretty Good Year - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;11. Have a Little Faith in Me - John &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hiatt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/ Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt; * I posted this twice. Oh Ye' of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;' Faith! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;12. Girl Next Door - Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;13. Catch Me - In Vino&lt;br /&gt; * Technically, this hasn't been played in front of a live audience...&lt;br /&gt;14. Happy - Square Heads&lt;br /&gt;15. Slow Down - Natalie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Imbruglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Escapade - Janet Jackson&lt;br /&gt;17. Bad Day - Daniel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Powter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uulitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mojofly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. All I Wanna Do - Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;20. Beer - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Itchyworms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Push the Button - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sugababes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Somewhere Over the Rainbow - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;23. New Year - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sugababes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Sorry - Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ikot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stonefree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Stick With You - They Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;27. With You - Jessica Simpson&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Suntok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Buwan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - Session Road&lt;br /&gt;29. Beneath the Surface - Incognito&lt;br /&gt;30. You Learn - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Morisette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Fix You - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I Tried to Rock You but You Only Roll - Leona &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Dying - Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;34. Wake Up - Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;35. Dare You to Move - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Switchfoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. 32 Flavors - Alana Davis&lt;br /&gt;37. Heaven Help - Lenny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kravitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Stuck in a Moment - U2&lt;br /&gt;39. A Shade of Blue - Incognito&lt;br /&gt;40. Girl - Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;41. The One You Love - Glenn Frey&lt;br /&gt;42. You Make Me Sing - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Karylle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Umagang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Kay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - Pops/ Noisy Neighbors&lt;br /&gt;44. I Can't Make You Love Me - George Michael&lt;br /&gt;45. You &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Oughta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Know - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alanis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Morisette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Sana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; - Session Road&lt;br /&gt;47. One &amp; Only - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Carey featuring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Twista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. We Belong Together - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Carey&lt;br /&gt;49. Invisible War - Julia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fordham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Breathe No More - Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;51. Sleeps With Butterflies - Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;52. It's Like That - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Carey featuring Jermaine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dupri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fatman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Scoop&lt;br /&gt; * So I really dug her Emancipation album.. :9&lt;br /&gt;53. Because of You - Kelly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Always On My Mind - Elvis Presley/ Fantasia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Barrino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 (55 if you count that 1 re-post) songs out of 99 entries.. not too bad but it makes for a rather dreary and uneventful life, right? I still feel as if my life is spiraling down. Maybe I haven't really recovered from the blows that have come my way in the past few months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;hindi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;nyo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;nahahalata&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;kung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;gaano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;kalungkot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;manhid&lt;/span&gt; kayo or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;magaling&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;ako&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;magdala&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;UNDERNEATH THIS SMILE&lt;br /&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;*Yes! Okay! I got my blog title from one of her songs. Happy?!!&lt;br /&gt;Shameful!!! Really!!! Hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; What I'm standing on is sinking in&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have a clue how to get off of it&lt;br /&gt;But when I look at you there is hope&lt;br /&gt;It's like you see the sadness in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You read the blue between the lines&lt;br /&gt;You could be the one to hold me when I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this smile&lt;br /&gt;My world is slowly caving in&lt;br /&gt;All the while&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Cause that is all I know&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one to save me&lt;br /&gt;From every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding out for miles&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have walked this earth with broken bones&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping secrets under all these lights&lt;br /&gt;But when you're around my defenses go&lt;br /&gt;You don't let me run away from you&lt;br /&gt;You don't let me twist and turn the truth&lt;br /&gt;It feels as if I'm naked when you're standing in the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you be the one to save me&lt;br /&gt;From every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?&lt;br /&gt;I've been hiding out for miles&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this&lt;br /&gt;Underneath this smile&lt;br /&gt;What I'm standing on is sinking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not too keen on my new blogtemp but this will have to do while I find "the ONE" for me.. :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6557777335075938747?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6557777335075938747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6557777335075938747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6557777335075938747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6557777335075938747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/11/100.html' title='100'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-3283697886765076289</id><published>2006-10-23T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:27:49.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For BB...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, it takes a big blow to knock some sense and all those familiar emotions back into one's being.. I wish I could turn back time and try to relive the 'moments' between us that I let slip away.. that you didn't fight for.. that I didn't value up until the chance may have passed us by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there are too many variables that we can't just disregard. There are enough choices and options to put Starbucks to shame. It's not fair that all these things have to happen now.. not when my eyes are finally open and I can see a "future" past the friendship that has kept me afloat throughout the years. You're right, you've always been there for me--unconditionally. Was I that guarded that I couldn't see that you were always mine, that I should've just taken hold of you when I could??? Why didn't I listen to the truth when you spoke those words to me? And now I fear that when this storm has passed, you will surely not come out of it unscathed and I will be left with only a semblance of a man I used to know..and the man who loved me completely for everything that was me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've said, I'm taking myself out of the equation because I know all of this shouldn't have to matter right now. I should be the least of your worries. Be strong and be the man I always knew you to be.. I expect nothing less.. While it may hurt and regardless of the title, I'll be here for you always.. I promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GHOST&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a letter on the desktop&lt;br /&gt;That I dug out of a drawer&lt;br /&gt;The last truce we ever came to&lt;br /&gt;In our adolescent war&lt;br /&gt;And I start to feel the fever&lt;br /&gt;From the warm air through the screen&lt;br /&gt;You come regular like seasons&lt;br /&gt;Shadowing my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Mississippi's mighty&lt;br /&gt;But it starts in Minnesota&lt;br /&gt;At a place that you could walk across&lt;br /&gt;With five steps down&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that's how you started&lt;br /&gt;Like a pinprick to my heart&lt;br /&gt;But at this point you rush right through me&lt;br /&gt;And I start to drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's not enough room&lt;br /&gt;In this world for my pain&lt;br /&gt;Signals cross and love gets lost&lt;br /&gt;And time passed makes it plain&lt;br /&gt;Of all my demon spirits&lt;br /&gt;I need you the most&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with your ghost&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with your ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark and dangerous like a secret&lt;br /&gt;That gets whispered in a hush&lt;br /&gt;(Dont tell a soul)&lt;br /&gt;When I wake the things I dreamt about you&lt;br /&gt;Last night make me blush&lt;br /&gt;(Dont tell a soul)&lt;br /&gt;And you kiss me like a lover&lt;br /&gt;Then you sting me like a viper&lt;br /&gt;I go follow to the river&lt;br /&gt;Play your memory like a piper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel it like a sickness&lt;br /&gt;How this love is killing me&lt;br /&gt;I'd walk into the fingers&lt;br /&gt;Of your fire willingly&lt;br /&gt;And dance the edge of sanity&lt;br /&gt;I've never been this close&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with your ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknowing captor&lt;br /&gt;You never know how much you&lt;br /&gt;Pierce my spirit&lt;br /&gt;But I cant touch you&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it&lt;br /&gt;A cry to be free&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm forever under lock and key&lt;br /&gt;As you pass through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see your face before me&lt;br /&gt;I would launch a thousand ships&lt;br /&gt;To bring your heart back to my island&lt;br /&gt;As the sand beneath me slips&lt;br /&gt;As I burn up in your presence&lt;br /&gt;And I know now how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To be weakened like Achilles&lt;br /&gt;With you always at my heels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bitter pill to swallow&lt;br /&gt;Is the silence that I keep&lt;br /&gt;It poisons me I can't swim free&lt;br /&gt;The river is too deep&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm baptized by your touch&lt;br /&gt;I am no worse than most&lt;br /&gt;In love with your ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are shadowing my dreams&lt;br /&gt;(in love with your ghost)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-3283697886765076289?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/3283697886765076289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=3283697886765076289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3283697886765076289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/3283697886765076289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes-it-takes-big-blow-to-knock.html' title='For BB...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-6112406582022096466</id><published>2006-10-18T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T10:24:40.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Saving Who?</title><content type='html'>Who has the right to say or judge if a person needs saving or not? I thought I was over the whole Messiah Complex bit but apparently this is something that is harder to let go off. I don't really know what to do anymore or if I'm at the right state of mind and heart. There are just too many ideals running through my head and I don't know how to come to terms with them. When will things ever fall into place for me? Will somebody come and save me? Cos' I honestly don't think I can keep doing this for too long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody leaves at one point or another.. whether it's for a good reason or not. Regardless, the people who get left behind always end up getting hurt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO SAVE A LIFE&lt;br /&gt;The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step one you say we need to talk &lt;br /&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk &lt;br /&gt;He smiles politely back at you &lt;br /&gt;You stare politely right on through &lt;br /&gt;Some sort of window to your right &lt;br /&gt;As he goes left and you stay right &lt;br /&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame &lt;br /&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness &lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night &lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him know that you know best &lt;br /&gt;Cause after all you do know best &lt;br /&gt;Try to slip past his defense &lt;br /&gt;Without granting innocence &lt;br /&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong &lt;br /&gt;The things you've told him all along &lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you &lt;br /&gt;And pray to God he hears you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he begins to raise his voice &lt;br /&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice &lt;br /&gt;Drive until you lose the road &lt;br /&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed &lt;br /&gt;He will do one of two things &lt;br /&gt;He will admit to everything &lt;br /&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same &lt;br /&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend &lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness &lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night &lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to save a life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-6112406582022096466?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/6112406582022096466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=6112406582022096466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6112406582022096466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/6112406582022096466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/10/whos-saving-who.html' title='Who&apos;s Saving Who?'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-116044006201896880</id><published>2006-10-10T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T12:03:44.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Supah Dupah Lovin'</title><content type='html'>26 @ Ponti:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/with%20the%20married%20couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/with%20the%20married%20couple.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/kuy%20%26%20friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/kuy%20%26%20friends.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/chong%20%26%20mienne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/chong%20%26%20mienne.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/girlies%20%26%20hubbies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/girlies%20%26%20hubbies.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/minus%201%20wingman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/minus%201%20wingman.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/support%20group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/support%20group.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/a%20shot%20with%20cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/a%20shot%20with%20cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/with%20K%20%26%20Eddie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/with%20K%20%26%20Eddie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/angel%20mowdels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/angel%20mowdels.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/trying%20to%20be%20taray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/trying%20to%20be%20taray.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/in%20the%20yosi%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/in%20the%20yosi%20room.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday came and went just like that. Everything else is somewhat back to normal although I feel that I am at a point where I oughta start thinking about the future.. about what it is that I really want to do or what it is that I want to make out of myself. My options are pretty wide and far-reaching but not unobtainable. As with all things in this life, it's just a matter of actually making the decision to go and pursue my dream/ goal. I'm just too scared to.. I don't think I'm ready yet.. I just know that it's time to grow up and move on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIGHT NIGHT UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaay! Can't this nightmare end already??!!! Give or take 3 more weeks till we're reunited baby.. Hang in there! :,(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/200/DSC00056.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/200/DSC00054.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/200/DSC00057.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/200/DSC00095.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday shoutout to the Cheeeesiest Cutie on the planet! Here's to more "keso" talks. Cheers! :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUPER DUPER LOVE&lt;br /&gt;Joss Stone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh are you diggin on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeh yeh yeh&lt;br /&gt;Im diggin on u now baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeh do u wanna little bit of my love&lt;br /&gt;Yeh wait a minute wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time i knew that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;Because you were always there&lt;br /&gt;Could i be that mistaken&lt;br /&gt;Believing that you really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of all my friends&lt;br /&gt;You stood there holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;And you promise me faithfully &lt;br /&gt;That you will be my only man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i walk down the street with you&lt;br /&gt;Im as proud as a girl can be&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 no that u r mine&lt;br /&gt;And all that good loving belongs to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of all my friends&lt;br /&gt;You stood there holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;And you promise me faithfully &lt;br /&gt;That you will be my only man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh are you diggin on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeh yeh yeh&lt;br /&gt;Im diggin on u now baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeh do u wanna little bit of my love&lt;br /&gt;Yeh wait a minute play it for my Little Beaver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeh are you diggin on me&lt;br /&gt;Yeh yeh yeh&lt;br /&gt;Im diggin on u now baby&lt;br /&gt;Yeh do u wanna little bit of my love&lt;br /&gt;Yeh wait a minute your love is super oh baby&lt;br /&gt;See im trying to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Your love is super duper&lt;br /&gt;Super yes it is yes it is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is&lt;br /&gt;Your love is super&lt;br /&gt;Are you diggin on me coz im diggin on you&lt;br /&gt;Im just trying to tell you&lt;br /&gt;Oh this love is super duper&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-116044006201896880?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/116044006201896880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=116044006201896880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/116044006201896880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/116044006201896880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/10/supah-dupah-life-p.html' title='Supah Dupah Lovin&apos;'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-116009507111529425</id><published>2006-10-06T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:42.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phase 1: Quarter-Life Crisis Complete</title><content type='html'>So this is what 26 feels like.. Can't quite say it's any different from 25.. The thought of what this year will bring scares the living bejeezus out of me! My only hope is to survive this too.. I need a drink, stat.. :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNWRITTEN&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am unwritten, &lt;br /&gt;Can't read my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning&lt;br /&gt;The pen's in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Ending unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words &lt;br /&gt;That you could not find&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes my tries&lt;br /&gt;Are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned&lt;br /&gt;To not make mistakes&lt;br /&gt;But I can't live that way oh, oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-116009507111529425?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/116009507111529425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=116009507111529425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/116009507111529425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/116009507111529425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/10/phase-1-quarter-life-crisis-complete.html' title='Phase 1: Quarter-Life Crisis Complete'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115941588790306994</id><published>2006-09-28T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:42.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's Playing the Blues Again</title><content type='html'>The birthday blues officially kick-off today.. I. Am. Positively. Losing, My. Mind. Ang. Tanga. Ko. Shiyet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE MISSING (COME ON HOME)&lt;br /&gt;Bethany Joy Lenz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am &lt;br /&gt;Red high heels &lt;br /&gt;Yellow dress &lt;br /&gt;Perfect nails &lt;br /&gt;Lips like velvet &lt;br /&gt;Don’t you want me, baby? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been here and back again &lt;br /&gt;It never answers anything &lt;br /&gt;Where was I when they handed out the knowing you are loved? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t it get lonely out there, little darling &lt;br /&gt;Well come on home &lt;br /&gt;I’ll be here with open arms &lt;br /&gt;To hold you &lt;br /&gt;When you arrive &lt;br /&gt;I’ll be here with open arms &lt;br /&gt;To show you &lt;br /&gt;Where you belong &lt;br /&gt;If you’re missing come on home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been undone &lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen it all &lt;br /&gt;Still somehow I refuse to kick this carnivore to the wall &lt;br /&gt;Traveled here a thousand years &lt;br /&gt;It’s a wonder my heart stills heals and beats and feels &lt;br /&gt;It does anything at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115941588790306994?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115941588790306994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115941588790306994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115941588790306994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115941588790306994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/09/somebodys-playing-blues-again.html' title='Somebody&apos;s Playing the Blues Again'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115914705101641754</id><published>2006-09-25T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:42.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH.. please..</title><content type='html'>I had yet another "interesting" weekend.. but I don't have the mental ability or the right amount of sanity to share the things that transpired. You win some, you lose some. Either way, you leave with a broken heart. It's only September. If this "storm" keeps up, I don't think I'll make it to Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW TO DEAL WITH LIFE :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy, pursue your passions &amp; be the best of what you can be.&lt;br /&gt;Simplify your life. Take away the clutter. &lt;br /&gt;Get rid of destructive elements: abusive friends, nasty habits, and dangerous liaisons.&lt;br /&gt;Don't abandon your responsibilities but don't overdose on duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't date because you are desperate.&lt;br /&gt;Don't marry because you are miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have kids because you think your genes are superior.&lt;br /&gt;Don't philander because you think you are irresistible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't associate with people you can't trust.&lt;br /&gt;Don't cheat. Don't lie. Don't pretend.&lt;br /&gt;Don't dictate because you are smarter.&lt;br /&gt;Don't demand because you are stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sleep around because you think you are old enough &amp; know better. &lt;br /&gt;Don't hurt your kids because loving them is harder.&lt;br /&gt;Don't sell yourself, your family, or your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;Don't stagnate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't regress.&lt;br /&gt;Don't live in the past. Time can't bring anything or anyone back.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put your life on hold for possibly Mr. Right.&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw your life away on absolutely Mr. Wrong because your biological clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;Find a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;Start a new career.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is no race to be won, only a price to be paid for some of life's more hasty decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To terminate your loneliness, reach out to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;To feed your nurturing instincts, care for the needy. &lt;br /&gt;To fulfill your parenting fantasies, get a puppy.&lt;br /&gt;Don't bring another life into this world for all the wrong reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't live life recklessly without thought and feeling for your family.&lt;br /&gt;Be true to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;Don't commit when you are not ready.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep others waiting needlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on that trip. Don't postpone it.&lt;br /&gt;Say those words. Don't let the moment pass.&lt;br /&gt;Do what you have to, even at society's scorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write poetry.&lt;br /&gt;Love Deeply.&lt;br /&gt;Walk barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;Dance with wild abandon.&lt;br /&gt;Cry at the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to take care of you.&lt;br /&gt;You light up your life.&lt;br /&gt;You drive yourself to your destination. &lt;br /&gt;No one completes you - except YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't true that life does not get easier with age.&lt;br /&gt;It only gets more challenging.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid. Don't lose your capacity to love.&lt;br /&gt;Pursue your passions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live your dreams. &lt;br /&gt;Don't lose faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;Don't grow old. Just grow YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give to someone is your time. &lt;br /&gt;Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is T-I-M-E because the essence of love is not what we think or do or provide for others, but how much we give of ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115914705101641754?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115914705101641754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115914705101641754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115914705101641754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115914705101641754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/09/enough-please.html' title='ENOUGH.. please..'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115871619004043241</id><published>2006-09-20T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss My Baby..</title><content type='html'>When it rains, it definitely pours. I feel like I'm caught up in the eye of the storm. I don't wanna drown..HELP!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/DSC00016.jpg" border="0" height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/DSC00015.jpg" border="0" height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Poor Baby..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/DSC00004.jpg" border="0" height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/DSC00009.jpg" border="0" height=200 width=250&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a New Fashion Statement.. I think not..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a week since the accident. Some of the bruises are gone, the swelling in most of my muscles has gone down. It's my third day at work, still under the false pretense that I'm back to normal and that I'm raring to 'work work work' again.. I feel so different. I feel like I've lost a big chunk of who I thought I was. I will never be back to "normal"--whatever the hell normal was--again, not for a long time at least. Karma in this day and age is indeed digital. What goes around comes around as fast as money spewing out of an ATM machine. You punch in the right digits and BAM! Just like that. Sure, I supposedly stood-up for al of womankind that scandalous night but who's dealing with all this crap now?! Certainly not all of womankind.. Just ME, only ME, all-by-lonesome ME.. Haaaay! Ano ba naman klaseng buhay ito???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog is my punching bag and had I REALLY and TRULY released all the emotions I've been keeping inside me, I might still be in 1 piece and my car would be sitting in the parking lot outside my office as I type this. If only I could turn back time, I'd go back about a month or two from today..If only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;BIRTHDAY SHOUTOUTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fifipooh, I love you! I can't wait to hit the beach with you guys so we can celebrate.. Fun Fun Fun! Thank you for all the real love and the true friendship you've given me and shared with me throughout the years. What we have is truly one for the books. What would I have done without you?!! (Jammy, make the arrangements puhleeeeaaase! I need to get out of here and hang on to the little bit of sanity that I have left!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/GirliesinConcert.jpg" border="0" height= 305 width=370&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother Bear, I'm still at a loss for words to say.. I hope your birthday was a happy one. Everything will fall into place soon enough.. you'll see! I know you're still around but somehow I feel that you're not quite here anymore. Funny, but I miss you already.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you always..Unconditionally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/TonTons.jpg" border="0" height= 305 width=370&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;FRAGILE&lt;br /&gt;Maria Mena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking around all day,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;I think I think too much.&lt;br /&gt;I've been taught to hold back my tears,&lt;br /&gt;And avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;But you make pain into something I could touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking around all day,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd be better off without you here.&lt;br /&gt;And I bet you're sweet and hard to get over.&lt;br /&gt;So I'll cry and people will stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;Now that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;Let them stop and stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am fragile.&lt;br /&gt;I am hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;But I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been walking around all day,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;And waiting is all I seem to do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never get it unless I'm fed it.&lt;br /&gt;But this time i'll just have to.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah this time i'll just have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you're not around, Am I finished?&lt;br /&gt;If you're not around, thats too bad.&lt;br /&gt;Hope youre safe and sound, not alone now.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know I believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still fragile,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect,&lt;br /&gt;But I am free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115871619004043241?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115871619004043241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115871619004043241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115871619004043241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115871619004043241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-miss-my-baby.html' title='I Miss My Baby..'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115794336982088232</id><published>2006-09-11T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh the Glory Days..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/pepsquad2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/pepsquad2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-years in a row.. I can't stand it really.. (I'm not saying they didn't deserve it because they have perfected their routine which they have been using year after year after year.. Haven't you got anything new?? Ahh, the bitter pill.. Hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 4 years since I left college and yet, even as I find  myself on the bleachers and not on the hardcourt anymore, I still  get the same anxiety attacks and I can still feel the energy pulsing through my veins. Haaaaaay! What else is there to say??!! GO TEAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Totally unrelated but Jojo, if you're reading this: YOU BETTER KEEP YOUR PROMISE! I'll see you this week.. Miss you plenty!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115794336982088232?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115794336982088232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115794336982088232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115794336982088232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115794336982088232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-glory-days.html' title='Oh the Glory Days..'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115768650445574873</id><published>2006-09-08T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Had to Post This :D</title><content type='html'>This is one of the funniest e-mails I've ever received.. and it's soooo apt. Enjoy and laugh out loud if you must. Thanks Tagteam Partner Bogart! Your mail made my day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my Bitches, my Girlies, my Chicas and all of Womankind ;)&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; PARA SA MGA MAGAGANDA!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before, hinahabol kita pero di mo ako pinapansin. Tapos isang araw nawala ako, hinanap mo ako at tinanong, "Bakit ka nagsawa?" Ngumiti ako, "Hindi ako nagsawa. Natauhan lang."  Pwede mo kong lokohin pero wag kang magpapahuli sakin.&lt;br /&gt;Pwede mo kong palitan pero siguraduhin mong mas mahal mo siya sakin. Pwede mo kong iwan pero siguraduhin mong kaya mo. Kasi pag ako sobrang nasaktan, wala ka nang babalikan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ang Boys? Pag trip ka, magpapakilala. Kaibigan kuno hanggang pumorma na.Tapos pag nahulog ka na, ayun, goodbye na dahil sawa na sila. Pero dapat walang iiyak at smile lang tayo. Punyeta, anong silbi ng karma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love and got hurt but I didn't shed too much tears nor did I ask him to love me again. Instead, I stood up proudly and said, "Ganyan talaga ang magaganda! Hindi bagay sa tanga!"&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Simple lang para hindi ka masaktan. Kapag minahal ka, mahalin mo din. Kapag ginago ka, gaguhin mo rin. Pero kapag umiyak ka, tanga ka! Ginago ka na nga iiyakan mo pa? Pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo, wag mo siyang sisihin! Kausapin mo siya ng harap-harapan at sabihin mong, "Ingat, tanga ka pa naman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit pag iniwan ka ng mahal mo. Pero wag kang magagalit ng husto. Kahit papano may pinagsamahan naman kayo, diba?&lt;br /&gt;Kaya for the last time yakapin mo siya at ibulong mo, "Gago, kukulamin kita!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, talo daw sayo sa mga boys? Papayag kayo? Sige, pag niligawan tayo, sagot agad. Pag iniwan tayo? Ok lang. Kapag &lt;br /&gt;sinabi nilang, "Uy, ex ko." Alam niyo sagot diyan? "Ay, ambisyoso."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the one you love doesn't love you back, don't get depressed. Just think about it for a while, maybe cry a bit then wipe your tears and say, "Ang weird naman niya. Di siya pumapatol sa magaganda!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You only got one life so live it well., one heart so take good care, one soul so keep it pure. One boyfriend? What a waste! Make it two or more! Sayang ganda natin! Pag sinabi sayo ng mahal mo na ayaw na niya sayo, hayaan mo lang. Wag kang iiyak at magpapakagago! Imbis na iyakan mo siya, ngitian mo lang at sabihin mo ang ganito, "So, pano? Bye na! Naghihintay na ang kapalit mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about break-ups? Oo nga, masakit. Makirot sa puso. Pero tandaan mo: a break-up isn't only an end to a &lt;br /&gt;relationship. It's also a beginning of a new one and an end to a living hell called "EX".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115768650445574873?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115768650445574873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115768650445574873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115768650445574873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115768650445574873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-had-to-post-this-d.html' title='Just Had to Post This :D'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115734215092278575</id><published>2006-09-04T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The GIlligan Scandal</title><content type='html'>I still can't get over the fact that this weekend happened the way that it did. It's absolutely insane! Had either one of us had celebrity status of some sort, we surely would've been on The Buzz, S-Files and our faces would've been plastered all over the local tabloids. (Kuy, if you're reading this..I hope you know better than to tell Mother Dearest. She will absolutely flip!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read my last post, you'll see that I promised that those people who crossed will "feel my wrath" and last Saturday, I kept my promise. I woke up Sunday morning (okay, practically Sunday afternoon) asking myself and my bunkmate if everything that happened that night really happened. Unfortunately/Fortunately, Saturday was a living nightmare indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day started out pretty normal--went to the hospital for a check-up, had my car tuned-up, finally tried a diamond peel, and had a jamming session (yes, we're regrouping and I'm sooo excited! I absolutely miss playing and I think my soon-to-be "bandmates" feel the same way). Then the bombs (yes, plural) started to drop. The "Cat" let everything out of the bag and that gave me enough proof to follow-through on the "Dog". Thursday night stake-out (which I would really raher not talk about) proved to be a fluke but this time, all the pieces fell into place. It was a game of chess and even before the game began we already knew that we were going to win. All the key people that were involved in this mess were placed exactly where they were supposed to be--even Bitch Guru was surprisingly 5 minutes away from where we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamming to "Bitch" with the house band was as good as saying "Let the games begin" Olympic-style. Suffice to say we created quite a stir along that strip even though we were at the very end, in front of a restaurant which was already closed for the rest of the night. Oh the drama of it all! I was never the "scandalosa"-type but in this case, it was a necessary evil. All the ingredients were there: screaming and shouting, revelation of informants (I'm sorry for revealing your identitites but it had to be done..and for as long as you were telling the truth then nothing they say should affect you), betrayal, lies and more vicious lies, denials, aborted fist-fights, text messages as evidence and even an attempt to break-up the drama that was unfolding by the police. It was a bit scary, standing in front of two very tall thugs (the Cat and the Dog) who have truly earned every right to be called thugs but I stood my ground because I knew that I was right and that I had my "bitches" and the other "boys from the hood" to back me up. I don't want to go into more details because that would be too long a post and while it might be an interesting read, it's one of those things that need a little discretion. But I will say this though: Both my palms sting from giving the "Dog" a piece of my mind--four times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night really proved to be a revelation to me. BITCHES INC. isn't something "pa-cute" that we came up with. It stands for girlfriends who will stand by each other and stick with each other NO MATTER WHAT. These are people who will gladly go into battle with you, damn the consequences. We're no angels but you cross one, you cross us all. I guess the 'Dog" and even the "Cat" didn't realize that they messed with the wrong person, hence messed with the wrong Bitches. Sweet Bitch, you and me always. You know that. Bitch Guru, I would never have known how to fight for myself if I didn't meet you. Ours may be a love-hate relationship because we come from different poles of the universe but I love you and you know that. No questions asked. SOS, i'm there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, I was indeed a doormat--willingly at some point even but times have indeed changed. I refuse to take any bullshit from anyone lying down. My karma trust fund is already overflowing from my past "investment". I've more than reached my quota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our night ended with more drinks at Pier1. Alcohol isn't the answer I know but it sure helped calm my frazzled nerves. I lost two pets but I gained more friends. Welcome Young Bad Bitch--you are no longer in training but read and study the manual carefully. Our two new neos-LilBitch and SlipperyBitch (amusing story-but too long to share): we've got your backs so don't worry. Be strong. We're all in this together. Just stay true, stay loyal. No one will harm you. Iver and Diwata, thank you for being real and for being true. It was your honesty (and yes, I'm sure your concern..hehe) that saved me. Thank you "boys in the hood/resbacks"... We never really hung out together before and I may forget your names sometimes but your concern and the way you stood by us till the end will never be forgotten.. (*Manokky, I know you were down with the bird flu so.. I dunno.. I'd rather not say anything cos you don't actually say anything either..noo-ni-noo-ni-noo..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today still wondering if that day really hapened the way that it did. Some of the hurt is starting to pinch but i think I've grown a lot stronger over the past year so this isn't anything I can't handle. It was a crazy weekend indeed and I never imagined I would have the "balls" to do something like this (and I pray that I never find reason to do so again). I'll just chalk this one up to experience and move on.. Things will be as they should be soon enough, I just know it. He will equalize things without me having to lift a finger--although I might just... We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONE&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you see's not what you get&lt;br /&gt;With you there's just no measurement&lt;br /&gt;No way to tell what's real from what isn't there&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes they sparkle&lt;br /&gt;That's all changed into lies that drop like acid rain&lt;br /&gt;You washed away the best of me&lt;br /&gt;You don't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you did it I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;To find someone to live for in this world&lt;br /&gt;There's no light at the end of the tunnel tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just a bridge that I gotta burn&lt;br /&gt;You are wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can walk right through my door&lt;br /&gt;That is just so you&lt;br /&gt;Coming back when I've finally moved on&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes shattered, never open&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters when you're broken&lt;br /&gt;That was me whenever I was with you&lt;br /&gt;Always ending, always over&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth, up and down like a rollercoaster&lt;br /&gt;I am breaking that habit today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you can say&lt;br /&gt;Sorry doesn't cut it, babe&lt;br /&gt;Take the hint and walk away&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;It's what you did that's hurting you&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was the truth&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115734215092278575?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115734215092278575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115734215092278575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115734215092278575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115734215092278575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/09/gilligan-scandal.html' title='The GIlligan Scandal'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115702926765063876</id><published>2006-08-31T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three for Three</title><content type='html'>I hit the jackpot today! My life is back to being UNBELIEVABLY crazy... and of course, all of this happened just when I thought everything was finally falling into place. Why come???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRIKE 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the worst news ever (at least for the year after the Hell that was my life)earlier today just right after lunch. I'm no angel, I never pretended to be one but suffice to say that when I'm angry, I can send shivers down the Devil's spine. And YES, I am absolutely livid. I'm boiling inside and my knees are shaking badly as I write this post. And I swear,I will make sure they feel my wrath.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRIKE 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from buses and jeepneys, tricycles and their stupid drivers are the bane of my existence. In my haste to get to where I am right now, one managed to cram itself in between the tiny space right in front of my car. Hence, I have beautiful red scratches on my bumper. JUST GREAT!!! And of course there was nothing else to do but to let him drive away. It's not as if he can pay for the damage or anything right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRIKE 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I was in such a "mood", I yanked my iTrip from the socket and managed to fry the entire electrical system of my car--no lamp, no radio and no I dunno what else I managed to destroy! Haaaaaayyyy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY HAPPY ENDING&lt;br /&gt;Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk this over&lt;br /&gt;It's not like we're dead&lt;br /&gt;Was it something I did?&lt;br /&gt;Was it something You said?&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me hanging&lt;br /&gt;In a city so dead&lt;br /&gt;Held up so high&lt;br /&gt;On such a breakable thread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were all the things I thought I knew&lt;br /&gt;And I thought we could be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were everything, everything that I wanted&lt;br /&gt;We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it&lt;br /&gt;And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away&lt;br /&gt;All this time you were pretending&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your dumb friends&lt;br /&gt;I know what they say&lt;br /&gt;They tell you I'm difficult&lt;br /&gt;But so are they&lt;br /&gt;But they don't know me&lt;br /&gt;Do they even know you?&lt;br /&gt;All the things you hide from me&lt;br /&gt;All the shit that you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know that you were there&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for acting like you cared&lt;br /&gt;And making me feel like I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;It's nice to know we had it all&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for watching as I fall&lt;br /&gt;And letting me know we were done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my happy ending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115702926765063876?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115702926765063876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115702926765063876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115702926765063876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115702926765063876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/08/three-for-three_31.html' title='Three for Three'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115501582822125293</id><published>2006-08-08T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I To You?</title><content type='html'>Haaaaaay..Yun lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I WAS YOUR WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;br /&gt;And you were my man&lt;br /&gt;You'd have no other woman&lt;br /&gt;You'd be weak as a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;If you had the strength.&lt;br /&gt;To walk out my door.&lt;br /&gt;My love would overrule my sins.&lt;br /&gt;And i'd call you back for more.&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;br /&gt;And you were my man, yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tears you down darling&lt;br /&gt;Says you're nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;But i'll pick you up darling&lt;br /&gt;When she lets you fall&lt;br /&gt;Cause, you're like a diamond&lt;br /&gt;But she treats you like glass&lt;br /&gt;Yet you begged her to love you&lt;br /&gt;For me you won't ask&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;br /&gt;Here's what i'd do&lt;br /&gt;I'd never, never, no, no, stop lovin you.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so crazy&lt;br /&gt;And love is unkind&lt;br /&gt;Because she was first darling&lt;br /&gt;Will she hang on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're part of me&lt;br /&gt;But you don't even know it&lt;br /&gt;I'm what you need&lt;br /&gt;But i'm too afraid to show it&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;br /&gt;If i was your woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115501582822125293?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115447920395132679</id><published>2006-08-02T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Round &amp; Round</title><content type='html'>It's been over a year since my "rebirth" and I know for a fact that I've come to terms with all that's happened to me in the &lt;a href="http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_underneaththissmile_archive.html"&gt;past&lt;/a&gt;--even if sans the tears. I know that it is only but fitting to mourn the loss of someone, especially if that person meant more than the world to you but in this case..I suppose, it just wasn't necessary. There are so many other things to cry over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a span of  one year, I feel that I've gone full-circle. At about this same time last year, while it was liberating, I went through a rollercoaster of emotions (and weight loss and gain..haha) which I felt would never stop. I've obviously gotten on a different ride but somehow it still feels like a rollercoaster just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've met a bevvy of personalities this year. Some just came and went. Others are still around, lingering in the background and popping up when I least expect them to. Others have been a constant presence in my life--for which I am truly and eternally grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My Girlies-Jammy and Fifi: without you and our Friday romps, my life would've shattered into tiny bits and pieces. Where have we all been?!! I miss you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Boppers-there is nothing more to say other than Thank You. Tough Love/Tender Love..Only with you Mars. You and Matty are my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My Wingmen-so much has happened and so much has changed in a year and even if we rarely see each other, you have to know that you both played such an important role in my life at that point in time. Where have you gone??!! Do you even read this still?? Hahaha.. Nora, magreply ka naman-PASAWAY KA SA LAHAT. Sharon, happiness all over and sadness never-where. I'm so happy for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My Tagteam partner Bogart-I can't wait until our next adventure/misadventure. It's so much fun to "not care" (but essentially still care to an OA degree even..hehe) about the troubles that plague our parallel lives when we're together. Next victims please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Doctor Mare-Bakit ba tayo nagkakaganito??! Anong bagong kaguluhan ito?!! Kakaiba na ito at ibang levels ng kaguluhan  ito! Sinners raise your hands please..Hahaha :9 I'll go to Cavite or to whichever "province" you want.. If you need me, I'm there. Just as you have always been for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Orphans-Oh the simple joys in life are made special and more meaningful because of all of you. Thank you for welcoming me with open arms and kahit meedyo OA levels na ito, thank you for always worrying about me and for checking up on me. Isaw and fishballs ulit tayo!!!&lt;br /&gt;*Asong Gala/Asong Ulol--special mention ka! hehe.. Whatever it is that you feel I brought back into your life, you have to know that you did the same for me. You're so unconventional and completely out of the box and yet.. I don't know.. Hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Bbitch Guru-You're crazy and sometimes I just wanna bop you on the head but I will not forget how you've been there for me too and how you're ready to fight for me at the blink of an eye always. Basta Ikaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a glance, my life looks peachy-keen but in reality, while everything seems to be falling into place, I feel as if something's still missing..I feel empty.. I can't really explain it but it's been eating me up of late. No, the fact that I am single is defintely not bothering because I am single by choice..I can't explain it. I've got a lot of things on my mind and I'm dealing with a few demons still.. but maybe I should just leave those stories to another post..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY GOOD YEAR&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears on the sleeve of a man&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a boy today&lt;br /&gt;Heard the eternal footman&lt;br /&gt;Bought himself a bike to race&lt;br /&gt;And Greg he writes letters&lt;br /&gt;And burns his CDs&lt;br /&gt;They say you were something in those formative years&lt;br /&gt;Hold onto nothing&lt;br /&gt;As fast as you can&lt;br /&gt;Well still pretty good year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a bright sandy beach&lt;br /&gt;Is going to bring you back&lt;br /&gt;May not so now you're off&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna see America&lt;br /&gt;Well let me tell you something about America&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good year&lt;br /&gt;Some things are melting now&lt;br /&gt;Well what's it gonna take&lt;br /&gt;Till my baby's alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Greg he writes letters with his birthday pen&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he's aware that they're drawing him in&lt;br /&gt;Lucy was pretty&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend agreed&lt;br /&gt;Still pretty good year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115447920395132679?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115447920395132679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115447920395132679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115447920395132679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115447920395132679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/08/round-round.html' title='Round &amp; Round'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115338288077001371</id><published>2006-07-20T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anobuzz???!!!</title><content type='html'>Jammy sent this to me through mail. Just had to post it. GoodGaaaawwwd!!! Hahaha :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a 24-year old copywriter. He is an architect. They met and became lovers in college. They broke up last year but &lt;br /&gt;remained to be "friends." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They send sweet text messages and he calls her often to make sure she's okay. They still date. They still have sex. They don't see anyone else. It is obvious that they still love each  other but when asked about their situation, she doesn't know the real score. Even her friends are in the dark. "Parang sila, pero hindi." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She works in a telecom. He is reviewing for the board. They are in the same barkada. They talk on the phone till 4 am. He gives her chocolates, flowers and CDs even when there is no occasion. Their friends are suspecting something. Bakit sila nagsosolo kapag may overnight inuman? Why does he hold her close on the dance floor? Bakit sila &lt;br /&gt;magkaholding hands lagi? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila kaya? "He hasn't admitted anything," she rants. "But I let him hug and kiss me. Parang kami, pero hindi." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They work together in an ad agency. After office, they would watch movie, have dinner and stroll at Glorietta. She gave him Harry Potter books for his birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make an ex jealous. They made out during the company outing in Subic and never talked about it. He said "I love you" once but she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly because they were both drunk then. But one thing she is sure of is her feelings for him. She likes him. And she's &lt;br /&gt;assuming that with what he's doing to her and with her, he likes her, too. There's just one hitch: he has a girlfriend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a 28-year-old virgin. He's a 35-year-old bachelor. Both mountaineers, they became close during their climbs. After a few dates in posh restaurants, he brings her to his condo where they would make out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been doing this for months. She wants to believe that "sila na" but then she's not really sure about it. "We don't talk about it but it doesn't really matter," she'd tell her friends. "What's important is I am enjoying this -- whatever it is." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage. Others call it MU or mutual understanding. Pseudo-relationships. Pseudo- boyfriends. &lt;br /&gt;Flings. Almost like a relationship, but not quite. It is a phase where the persons involved are more than friends, but not &lt;br /&gt;quite lovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you may have admitted your feelings, possible ding hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. Hindi kayo mag-dyowa. Pero sa kilos niyo, sa mga sinasabi niyo, parang kayo, pero hindi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages for different reasons. It can happen after a break-up. You still &lt;br /&gt;love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason. And for reasons that you alone know, ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can also happen before a relationship, iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam. Possible din na ayaw niyo munang mag-seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian lang muna. Testing lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi isa sa inyo --usually the guy --may ka-relasyon na. Kaya habang hindi pa siya nakikipag-break doon sa girl (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangagaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo." This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. Lalo na kung naghahanap ka lang naman ng "kalaro." Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expect na may patutunguhan kayo kasi wala talagang kasiguraduhan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindi naman sigurado kung may patutunguhan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba't ibang dahilan. Puwedeng for fun lang. Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa w ala" or puwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom." Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian. For those who are not in a serious relationship, they would think that pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship at all. It would be fun, if all you are after for is that "kilig" feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminado naman ako na once upon a time, may mga pseudo-relationships din ako. No commitments involved. For the simplest reason that they couldn't commit, because they were either committed to someone else, or that they weren't ready to commit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rationalization, "okay na iyun, kesa wala." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang habol ko lang naman, iyong kilig feeling. Iyong merong nagtatanong kung kumusta araw ko. Iyong merong ka-cuddle sa beach outing. Iyong kapag tumunog ang cellphone, mapapangiti na ako dahil alam kong galing sa kanya ang message. Iyong merong laging kasama. Habang wala pa ang the real thing, puwede na itong pagtiyagaan. But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real. And usually, in this kind of set up, ang babae lagi ang lugi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una, you can't ask him to commit. Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo? May K ka nga ba magpasundo ng hatinggabi? You will always be uncertain about your role in his life. You can't expect him to be always there with you. And if you feel jealous of the other girls, you just have to keep it to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ka ba niya para magselos? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with him? You can't be sure if he feels the same way. Baka nag-a-assume ka lang &lt;br /&gt;na mahal ka rin niya.Even if you are dying to tell him you love him, you can't. Because you're not sure if he'll like it. Baka mapahiya ka lang. This stage will always make you wonder where you are in the relationship. Or if there is a relationship at all.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much? What if you have invested all your emotions and this man hasn't? What if you remain faithful to him, not entertaining other guys, only to find out that he is seeing other girls? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is fleeting. When a disagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of it. Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugar sa isang pseudo-relationship. Wala kang pinanghahawakan. Kasi sa pseudo-relationship, there is no "us." Meron lang "you and me," &lt;br /&gt;hindi "us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti sana kung pseudo-pain din lang ang mararanasan mo. Kaso, hindi eh. Real pain. And usually, kahit tapos na ang pseudo- relationship, hindi mo maiwasan umasang one day, may karugtong pa rin iyun. And you will be miserable, hoping to bring back what you used to have, only to find out eventually that the guy is in another pseudo-relationship with &lt;br /&gt;somebody else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap, ano? You agreed to this kind of set up for fun and then you'd end up hurting yourself in the process. Pero puwede naman maiwasan ang pain eh. Puwede naman na hindi mo muna isipin ang future and just enjoy the feeling, without thinking of the consequences. But if you are certain that you are going to hurt yourself in the process, kailangan mo mamili. You can be happy and live the moment without worrying what would happen next. Or you can stop settling with pseudo-relationships and wait for the real thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger and in a pseudo-relationship with an unavailable guy, a friend told me, "Sige, kung ayaw mong magpapigil, bahala ka. Magpakasaya ka. Pero huwag kang iiyak-iyak pagkatapos, dahil tatadyakan kita." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang bottom line lang naman, kung magpapasaya sa iyo, gawin mo. Ihanda mo lang ang sarili mo sa consequence. Dahil ang "parang kayo pero hindi" stage ay bihirang nagiging totoo. Usually, hanggang doon lang siya ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost, but not quite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115338288077001371?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115338288077001371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115338288077001371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115338288077001371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/115338288077001371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/07/anobuzz.html' title='Anobuzz???!!!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-115155538241711300</id><published>2006-06-29T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:41.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Still Alive!</title><content type='html'>What a delinquent blogger I've been! I have a million and one stories to share (actually, half a million of those I shouldnt) but this will have to do for now. For those who still take time out to visit my dormant blog, I promise a REAL update soon soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that this is a repost but whatthehell??!!! It just hits home for me .. for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have A Little Faith In Me&lt;br /&gt;John Hiatt/ Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the road gets dark&lt;br /&gt;And you can no longer see&lt;br /&gt;Just let my love throw a spark&lt;br /&gt;And have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the tears you cry&lt;br /&gt;Are all you can believe&lt;br /&gt;Just give these loving arms a try&lt;br /&gt;And have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;Have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your secret heart&lt;br /&gt;Cannot speak so easily&lt;br /&gt;Come here darlin&lt;br /&gt;From a whisper start&lt;br /&gt;To have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your backs against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Just turn around and you will see&lt;br /&gt;I will catch, I will catch your fall baby&lt;br /&gt;Just have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Ive been loving you for such a long time girl&lt;br /&gt;Expecting nothing in return&lt;br /&gt;Just for you to have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;You see time, time is our friend&lt;br /&gt;cause for us there is no end&lt;br /&gt;And all you gotta do is have a little faith in me&lt;br /&gt;I said I will hold you up, I will hold you up&lt;br /&gt;Your love gives me strength enough&lt;br /&gt;So have a little faith in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-115155538241711300?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/115155538241711300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=115155538241711300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Next Door&lt;br /&gt;Saving Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small town homecoming queen &lt;br /&gt;Shes the star in this scene &lt;br /&gt;Theres no way to deny shes lovely &lt;br /&gt;Perfect skin perfect hair &lt;br /&gt;Perfumed hearts everywhere &lt;br /&gt;Tell myself that inside shes ugly &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just jealous &lt;br /&gt;I can't help but hate her &lt;br /&gt;Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band &lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands &lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor &lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior class president &lt;br /&gt;She must be heaven sent &lt;br /&gt;She was never the last one standing &lt;br /&gt;A backseat debutaunt &lt;br /&gt;Everything that you want &lt;br /&gt;Never to harsh or too demanding &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll admit it &lt;br /&gt;I'm a little bitter &lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves her but I just wanna hit her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band &lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands &lt;br /&gt;She gets the top bunk I'm sleepin on the floor &lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America and I'm just the girl next door &lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm just the girl next door &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I'm feelin sorry for myself &lt;br /&gt;I spend all my time wishin that I was someone else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is the prom queen I'm in the marching band &lt;br /&gt;She is a cheerleader I'm sittin in the stands &lt;br /&gt;I get A little bit she gets a little more &lt;br /&gt;Shes Miss America ... she's Miss America &lt;br /&gt;I'm just the girl next door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114601535226269250?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-114601491837343090</id><published>2006-04-26T08:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:40.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Just Another LoveSong</title><content type='html'>i have a million things on my mind because it seems as if a million things have happened to me--last week most especially. I want to blog about it just so my tired brain cells can breathe but I'm not really sure I know how to put these thoughts into words just yet. I have good/ nice stories to tell.. some not too bad.. most stories sad.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been sleeping much again. Last year, it was mainly because I was going through a rough transition period. The difference being that this time around, I'm not too sure why. I don't think it's sadness or loneliness although i'm pretty sure I'm not happy--not unhappy either but just not happy. I'm floating through each day again. My head isn't properly screwed on but I get by with a little help from my friends--alkies and then some! Hahaha :9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** *** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a fun weekend but I don't have the pictures to show for it yet. It's been so long since I went out of town for something other than work and I'm looking forward to a pending beach trip at the end of May. (Jammy, we can't not go!!! Book so there's no turning back!) Can't wait! God knows I deserve a break! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything should've been simple and normal but now, I have yet another something to (not) to think about. What do I keep getting myself into?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no other day but today.. No other way to say it but this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I shouldn't have said anything last night or maybe you didn't really understand what I was trying to say.. While the feelings--my feelings--have long passed, I just felt a strong urge to still let you know. Sorry if you think that maybe I shouldn't have, the last thing I want is for things to be weird between us, especially now that you're "back from the dead".  It's important for me that you know that in my darkest of moments, you were my first light of day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you luck.. I wish you happiness (all over) and sadness never-here..I wish you love..And if I may do a Julia in "My Best Friend's Wedding", this is on loan until you find your own.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CATCH ME&lt;br /&gt;In Vino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there&lt;br /&gt;Standing right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;My heart could somehow feel&lt;br /&gt;What my eyes just could not see&lt;br /&gt;That you could be the one for me&lt;br /&gt;And now as I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;I wear a different smile&lt;br /&gt;Cos' I'm feeling something &lt;br /&gt;Growing deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REFRAIN:&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Wish I knew what it was I'm suppsoed to do&lt;br /&gt;Catch me, I'm falling for you&lt;br /&gt;Wish you'd say you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;My heart skips a beat whenever you're around&lt;br /&gt;Catch me cos' I'm falling too fast&lt;br /&gt;(Cos' I've fallen for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You saw me through&lt;br /&gt;All my hurt and all my pain&lt;br /&gt;And with one look&lt;br /&gt;My tears magically disappear&lt;br /&gt;Oh help me please, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;How it's your face&lt;br /&gt;That lingers in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm feeling something&lt;br /&gt;Growing deep inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;Call me a fool for feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;It crept up behind me&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't escape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114601491837343090?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/114601491837343090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=114601491837343090&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114601491837343090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114601491837343090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/04/not-just-another-lovesong.html' title='Not Just Another LoveSong'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-114437762039142416</id><published>2006-04-07T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:40.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well well...</title><content type='html'>It's no surprise that we got along (notwithstanding our colorful intertwining history) especially since WE'RE EXACTLY LIKE EACH OTHER. What an interesting night that was! Clearly, we're both on the right track. If by some chance YOU happen to drop in on my blog again, I just want you to know that I'm glad I met you too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/exes1.jpg" height=250 width=270&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY&lt;br /&gt;Square Heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you came to me &lt;br /&gt;Freed me from misery &lt;br /&gt;I touched the music in you &lt;br /&gt;You started to feel so happy &lt;br /&gt;Makes me jump up and down &lt;br /&gt;You know my heart gets a beat &lt;br /&gt;Each time that we meet &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy I met you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so happy &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go happy &lt;br /&gt;You make me so happy &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm happy now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you said to me &lt;br /&gt;Happy is where I wanna be &lt;br /&gt;One plus one makes it two &lt;br /&gt;That equals me and you &lt;br /&gt;Each time we make love &lt;br /&gt;Until the day I met you &lt;br /&gt;All of my dreams came true &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy I met you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so happy &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go happy &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be happy &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm happy now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I want to be happy one day with you &lt;br /&gt;Now I want to be happy with you my baby &lt;br /&gt;My baby, my baby... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be happy &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be happy &lt;br /&gt;Can't you see I'm happy now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114437762039142416?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/114437762039142416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=114437762039142416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114437762039142416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114437762039142416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-well-well.html' title='Well well well...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-114364239134437593</id><published>2006-03-29T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When DOMs Attack</title><content type='html'>Can I just share that I just had the most frightful experience in the whole of my--albeit seemingly short--PD career??!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I work as Production Designer/ Wardrobe Stylist, I am tasked with taking the measurements of talents who come for final casting, This way, once the talents are approved by the agency or by the client, I can easily rush to the nearby mall and buy costumes and make it back in time for set/ props/ costume check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Name? Age? Height? etc...&lt;br /&gt;DOM: is that even necessary? Okay..39. &lt;br /&gt;me: (proceeds to take measurements of his shoulders then chest)&lt;br /&gt;DOM: (plants a wet one on my cheek)&lt;br /&gt;me: (wide-eyed and frozen in place)&lt;br /&gt;DOM: I'm so sorry, it won't happen again. Promise! (winks) It's just that you're complexion is...blah blah blah..&lt;br /&gt;me: (proceeds to take measurements of his waistline and hips) That's all, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;DOM: Are you done with me? with my pants?&lt;br /&gt;me: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;DOM: How about my crotch?&lt;br /&gt;me: (run out straight to the Asst. Director, Prod.Manager and Prod.Asst shaking and almost in tears)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, they caused a bit of a riot kicking the sicko out of the office. As far as our client and agency is concerned, his career is over. What a cretin!!! I can hardly believe that fuckers like him exist! (granted I've met quite a few assholes in this lifetime, i just never thought they stay pricks when they're that old..ULk!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was asking me why I didn't slap the guy. I guess I just didn't want to call attention to the situation and I didn't want to cause a scene, aside from the fact that I was too shell-shocked to react. Ugh!!! Wala lang.. I just had to share..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114364239134437593?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/114364239134437593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=114364239134437593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114364239134437593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114364239134437593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-doms-attack.html' title='When DOMs Attack'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-114364130451561941</id><published>2006-03-29T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the World Stops and Starts</title><content type='html'>"The first time I saw you, my heart fell. The second time I saw you, my heart fell. The third time fourth time fifth time and every time since, my heart has fallen.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your hair, your eyes, your lips, your body that you haven't grown into, the way you walk, smile, laugh, the way your cheeks drop when you're mad or upset, the way you drag your feet when you're tired. Every single thing about you is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;When I see you, the World stops. It stops and all that exists for me is you and my eyes staring at you. There's nothing else. No noise, no other people, no thoughts or worries, no yesterday, no tomorrow. The World just stops, and its a beautiful place, and there is only you. Just you, and my eyes staring at you.&lt;br /&gt;I stared.&lt;br /&gt;When you're gone, the World starts again, and I don't like it as much. I can live in it, but I don't like it. I jsut walk around in it and wait to see you again and wait for it to stop again. I love it when it stops. It's the best fucking thing I've ever known or ever felt, the best thing, and that, beautiful Girl, is why I stare at you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-James Frey&lt;br /&gt;A Million Little Pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;It's somewhat unhealthy how I end up with a plastic bag of books whenever I visit Fully Booked or Powerbooks these past couple of months considering the pile of unread books that already sits on my bedside table although I've made some pretty good and interesting/entertaining buys. The latest being A Million Little Pieces by james Frey. It's a memoir or an autobiography of a 23-year old addict/alcoholic. i haven't gotten to the end of it but it's been a good read so far. The last Oprah Book Club book that I bought was White Oleander and I'm happy that this pick doesn't disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  heart stopped as I read these lines. Most people might find these lines cheesey but I suppose at this point in my life, at this very moment, I would honestly kill for someone to say this to me and actually mean it. Work is again taking it's toll on me and the lack of a social life is making me somewhat lonely.  I want to be loved this way. I want to be able to stop someone dead in his tracks, as if mesmerized by something that he--and maybe only he--sees in me. In the same light, I want to feel this way for somebody whose presence is so compelling that it stuns me into silence. I dunno..My hormones are obviously imbalanced again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;Thank YOU for making me smile and for being such a sweetheart. YOU keep me entertained, especially during the crazy hours when I'm at a shoot. I love how YOU make me laugh with the little things that YOU say or do or how you pull me close and how you seem to want to keep me even closer to you. Sometimes I'm bothered by how things between us are untitled or how they don't exactly fall into a certain category but on the other hand, I'm starting to take comfort in the limbo that we are in. I'm not ready for another commitment and I'm glad that I don't have any decisions to make. We fit--maybe not perfectly but enough to enjoy each other's company. Right now, that's all I really need and want... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, YOU owe me...and I plan on collecting soon (when I'm not too busy..promise!).. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114364130451561941?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/114364130451561941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=114364130451561941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114364130451561941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114364130451561941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/03/when-world-stops-and-starts.html' title='When the World Stops and Starts'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-114240576589015138</id><published>2006-03-15T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:40.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luv It! Luv 'Em!</title><content type='html'>Work has been more fun because of my Bangaw Team! We've only been working together a few months so it's remarkable how well we gel--whether it be over hot pandesal, spicy sardines, yosi, nomu, milk tea, chicken supreme, chili sauce and other "ahem" subtances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so proud and it puts me on such a high seeing the fruits of our labor on TV. I'm seriously contemplating a shift in careers but with all the projects coming in, I haven't the time to sit down and make a gameplan. I definitely would like to go back to school and take up a few courses to make the shift legit but when do I have the time for it?? And is this really what I want? Maybe if I have my team to back me up.. Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, we spend our free time on the set camwhoring.. hehe :p More picutres once the TVC comes out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="src=" alt="" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/320/DSC00113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/200/DSC00036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/200/DSC00101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/1600/DSC00029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8082/731/200/DSC00029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114240576589015138?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/114240576589015138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=114240576589015138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114240576589015138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114240576589015138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/03/luv-it-luv-em.html' title='Luv It! Luv &apos;Em!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-114170769949039731</id><published>2006-03-07T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:40.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Odd...</title><content type='html'>Someone sent me this through e-mail but I don't know who or why.. (boibitch wasdachuuu???!!!) Hmmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow Down&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Imbruglia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got it the wrong way 'round completely&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make me a fool&lt;br /&gt;One day you just might grow tired of chasing&lt;br /&gt;The end of a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;You're already there you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slow down&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're running&lt;br /&gt;And turn around&lt;br /&gt;Let it out and keep it coming&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get to you&lt;br /&gt;Slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the day you came to see me&lt;br /&gt;Even that lonely long drive &lt;br /&gt;Couldn't keep us apart&lt;br /&gt;And you opened up to me completely&lt;br /&gt;And you gave me piece of mind&lt;br /&gt;The rest we can leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to hurt yourself&lt;br /&gt;And feel so small &lt;br /&gt;It's so confusing&lt;br /&gt;And you're already there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slow down&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're running&lt;br /&gt;And turn around&lt;br /&gt;Let it out and keep it coming&lt;br /&gt;Nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;If I can't get to you&lt;br /&gt;Slow down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114170769949039731?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/114170769949039731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=114170769949039731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114170769949039731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114170769949039731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/03/odd.html' title='Odd...'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11331238.post-114161417902062349</id><published>2006-03-06T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:35:40.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exactly!!!</title><content type='html'>I received this through e-mail. This was written (I think..) by Melvin Mangada of TBWA-Santiago, Mangada, Puno. I share the same sentiments so while it's a long read, I promise it is worth your while. Enough already, REALLY! Let's all just please get with the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** *** ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Open Letter to Our Leaders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Tita Cory, Senators, Congressmen, Businessmen, Media people, Leftists, and all Bleeding Hearts Out There:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am angry. And I know that there are many out there who are angrier than I am for the same reason. And that reason is  simple. I am sick and tired of all you guys claiming to speak for me and many Filipinos. I feel like screaming every time you mouth words about fighting for my freedom and my rights, when you obviously are just thinking about yours. You tell me that the essence of democracy is providing every citizen the right to speak his or her mind and make his or her own informed judgments, but you yourselves do not respect my silence and the choices I and many others have made. In&lt;br /&gt;other words, your concept of democracy is limited to having your rights and your freedoms respected, at the expense of ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am utterly flabbergasted that you still do not get it: we already responded to your calls, and our response has been very clear - we chose not to heed your calls to go to EDSA or to Fort Bonifacio not because we do not love our country or our freedoms or our rights, but precisely because we love our country even more. Because quite frankly, we are prepared to lose&lt;br /&gt;our freedoms and our rights just to move this country forward. You may think that is not correct, you can tell me all the dire warnings about the evils of authoritarian rule, but quite frankly all we see is your pathetic efforts to prop up your cause. You tell me that you are simply protecting my freedoms and my rights, but who told you to do that? I assure you that when&lt;br /&gt;I feel that my rights and my freedoms are at a peril, I will stand up and fight for them myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell us that GMA is not the right person to lead this country because she has done immoral acts. As someone who sees immorality being committed wantonly in many ways every day and by everyone (yes, including the ones you do), I may have become jaded. But you have not been able to offer me any viable alternative, while GMA has bent over backwards many times to accommodate you while continuing to work hard despite all the obstacles and the brickbats you have thrown her way. From where I sit, she is the one who has been working really hard to move this country forward while all of you have been so busy with one and only one thing: to make sure she does not succeed. So forgive me if I do not want to join you in your moral pissing contest. Forgive me if I have chosen to see things from another perspective. You say she is the problem. I say, we are the problem, more to the point, I think you are a bigger problem than she is. Taking her out may solve part of&lt;br /&gt;the problem, but that leaves us with a bigger problem: you. That is right, YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I felt outraged that she called a Comelec official during the elections and that she may have rigged the elections, I have since then taken the higher moral ground and forgiven her. Yes my dear bishops, I have done what you have told me to do since I was a child, which you say is the Christian and moral thing to do: forgive. Especially since she has asked for&lt;br /&gt;forgiveness and has tried to make amends for it. Erap certainly has not apologized and continues to be defiant, continuing to insult us everyday with his protestations. Cory has not apologized for her incompetence but we have forgiven her just the same because like GMA, she has worked hard after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you do not think that GMA's apology was not enough, or that she was insincere, or that that apology should not be the end of it, but please spare me the hypocrisy of telling me that you do so for the sake of protecting the moral fiber of society. The real reason is because you smell blood and wants to go for the kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have news for you. I do not like her too. I did not even vote for her. I voted for Raul Roco. But as much as I do not like her, I do not like you even more. I may not trust her, but guess what; I do not trust you even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why? Because all you do is whine and sabotage this country. You belittle every little progress we make; conveniently forgetting that it is not just GMA who has been working so hard to achieve them. Every single day,&lt;br /&gt;we keep the faith burning in our hearts that this country will finally pull itself out of the mess and we work so hard to do that. Every little progress is the result of our collective effort, we who toil hard everyday in our jobs. Yet, you persist in one and only thing: making GMA look bad in the eyes of the world and making sure that this country continues to suffer to&lt;br /&gt;prove your sorry point. In the process, you continue to destroy what we painstakingly try to build. So please do not be surprised that I do not share your cause. Do not be surprised that we have become contemptuous of your antics. You have moved heaven and earth to destroy her credibility, you have convened all kinds of fora and hearings and all you have done is testour patience to the core. For all your effort, you have only succeeded in dragging us further down. I say enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. I am not asking that we take immorality lying down, or that we let the President get away with anything illegal. But you have tried to prove your accusations all these time and you have not succeeded, so itis time to let things be. Besides, you are doing something immoral as well if not utterly unforgivable. The Magdalo soldiers are consorting with the&lt;br /&gt;communists - the same people who have been trying to kill democracy foryears. Cory has been consorting with Erap and the Marcoses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please wake up and take a reality check. In the absence of true and genuine moral leadership, many of us have decided to cast our lot with the President, even if we do not like her. A flawed leader is better than scheming power hungry fools who can not even stand up for their convictions in the face of an impending arrest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your coup attempts and the denials that you have consequently made only underscore what we think is true: you are spineless and unreliable people whose only defense is to cry suppression when your ruse do not work. You are&lt;br /&gt;like bullies who taunt and provoke, but cry oppression when taken to task for your cruelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have respected you if you took the consequences of your actions like real heroes: calmly and responsibly instead of kicking and screaming and making lame excuses. You say you are willing to die for us, that you do all these things for the country and the Filipino, but you are not even willing to go to jail for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you really think we believe that you did not want to bring down the government when that is the one and only thing you have been trying to do in the last many months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love this country and we want peace and progress. Many among us do not give a f*&amp;k who sits at Malacanang because we will work hard and do our share to make things work. If you only do your jobs, the ones that we elected you to do, things would be a lot simpler and easier for every one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events during the weekend only proved one thing. You are more dangerous and a serious threat to this country than GMA is. We have seen what you are capable of doing - you are ready to burn this country and reduce everything&lt;br /&gt;to ashes just to prove your point. If there is something that we need protection from, it is protection from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11331238-114161417902062349?l=underneaththissmile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/feeds/114161417902062349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11331238&amp;postID=114161417902062349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114161417902062349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11331238/posts/default/114161417902062349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underneaththissmile.blogspot.com/2006/03/exactly.html' title='Exactly!!!'/><author><name>.:: v ::.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07708437298583047879</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y11/rejix/flyinggirl.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
