<?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-34193565</id><updated>2012-01-02T20:26:13.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning the hardest possible way</title><subtitle type='html'>one step at a time...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34193565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljeanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594877739689035857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIvuGbk8LCU/Tfhn6Yqj0wI/AAAAAAAAASo/57C5SBgjK0Y/s220/SDC13731.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34193565.post-3170645706570727814</id><published>2012-01-02T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T20:17:15.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>माय 2012</title><content type='html'>A whole New Year.  A whole new life.  The challenge is what can this year bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a head start for the year 2012, the message last Sunday was from Philippians 4:13 which says “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what this year brings, I don’t know what tomorrow holds, but I have faith in Jesus Christ my Lord and Savior. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all…We can do all things through CHRIST!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34193565-1164321619471347929?l=crystaljeanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crystaljeanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1164321619471347929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34193565&amp;postID=1164321619471347929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34193565/posts/default/1164321619471347929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34193565/posts/default/1164321619471347929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crystaljeanne.blogspot.com/2007/04/closing-doors-again.html' title='closing doors again...'/><author><name>Deborah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13594877739689035857</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TIvuGbk8LCU/Tfhn6Yqj0wI/AAAAAAAAASo/57C5SBgjK0Y/s220/SDC13731.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34193565.post-5797305420183479665</id><published>2007-04-10T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T01:31:09.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinderella disorder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I honestly have nothing in mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At 1:30am, I have no choice but to emerge myself into cyberspace, the only resort I have when sleep is far away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This sleeping disorder started years back and up until now I have this sickness of not being able to sleep when it is already past 12 midnight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to be snoring in bed before 11:59 or else I will be awake the rest of the dawn.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health professionals describe this disorder as &lt;a href="http://www.womenshealth.gov/faq/insomnia.htm"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;insomnia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which is characterized by an inability to sleep and/or inability to remain asleep for a reasonable period. Insomniacs typically complain of being unable to close their eyes or "rest their mind" for more than a few minutes at a time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is often caused by &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fear" title="Fear"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stress_%28psychology%29" title="Stress (psychology)"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anxiety" title="Anxiety"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medication" title="Medication"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;medications&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Herbs" title="Herbs"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;herbs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caffeine" title="Caffeine"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;caffeine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Depression_%28mood%29" title="Depression (mood)"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;depression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or sometimes for no apparent reason. An overactive mind or physical pain may also be causes. Finding the underlying cause of insomnia is usually necessary to cure it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was browsing thru &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insomnia"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, I learned that there are three types of Insomnia, they are:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Transient Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; lasts from one night to a few weeks but it seems longer.      Most people occasionally suffer from transient insomnia due to such causes      as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jet_lag" title="Jet lag"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;jet lag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      or short-term anxiety. If this form of insomnia continues to occur from      time to time, the insomnia is classified as intermittent.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Acute Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;      is the inability to consistently sleep well for a period of between three      weeks to six months.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chronic_%28medicine%29" title="Chronic (medicine)"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:#000000;" &gt;Chronic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Insomnia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt; is regarded as the most serious;      persists almost nightly for at least a month.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Hmmm…so mine is not insomnia at all…hehehe…it’s more like the Cinderella type of disorder, if I don’t sleep before the clock strikes 12 the drowsiness will evaporate and leave me with eyes wide open until I hear the morning welcome song of my uncle’s rooster.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Oh well it doesn’t matter to me at all, knowing that all Cinderellas have happy endings…hehehe!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Check out my photography at &lt;a href="http://yaneephotos.wordpress.com/"&gt;yaneephotos.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-1618707232205331";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_format = "728x90_as";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_type = "text_image";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_channel = "";&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;  src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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What i didn't know was the result it created...the bulk of lies that was formed inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;Just wanna share a conversation i had with an office mate that had been an eye opener to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: yaw tuo nga naa ko anak ha? joke ra to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;Yanee says: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: ako pa, gud boy nako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: why? does it matter if naa or wala?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: yup..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: does it change you for being you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: it does..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: yah, for me ky if naa ko anak.. dili nako i.tago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: kana if naa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: hmmm i see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: la pa ko plans.. im too young.. got to help my mom and dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: exactly... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: kaw, when mn imo plano?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: pero even if it's true or not nga naa kay baby, it doesn't matter at all.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: when ako plan for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: minyo and have family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: &lt;a href="http://crystaljeanne.blogspot.com/2007/01/fading-wedding-bell-chimes.html"&gt;http://crystalianne.blogspot.com/2007/01/fading-wedding-bell-chimes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: dili mn ka tubag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: nitubag nako oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: but cancelled a week before it happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;  - what does that mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: as it is stated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: sure?@#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: ok ra na oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: i'm okay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: i'm almost over it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: yah, hope ur ok.. "almost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: i mean almost over that stage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: mayra sad oi ky lingaw usa ta.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: let's enjoy usa.. life is too short to be sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hawd kaau ka mo.tabon sa imo feelings noh? i never thought..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: now i understand.. i thought .. simple LQ lng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says:&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; there are so many things...as in a lot of things that you don't know and you never expect...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: ya. but i know u will find another one. someone better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can see the other yanee right now..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the other yanee?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;yup.. not the HR yanee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: which part?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: daghan raba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: (chuckle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;multiple personality ai&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: (chuckle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: the yanee that i was looking for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ngee...you haven't been to my real world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says:&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; yah.. pero at least.. naka kita nako gamay.. hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;asa lagi nga part? ang lonely side?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says:&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; the "girly" part&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: (chuckle)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;that doesn't mean nga dili ka girl ha? to be honest, isog mn gud ka.. hehehe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;facade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;hehe.. ive met a lot of women like you.. that's why i am expecting the same thing..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: i understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: funny...i met a lot of men who expected the same way you are expecting but was shocked to find out the real me... :) wala ko nag minaldita ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: hehe.. ok ra oi. humm let me think kung unsa jud ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: i don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: HAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: a lot of things have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: lisud ni dah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: not kiddin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: yah, i know ur "lost"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: totally lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: if mgkita mo ni yanee, please tell her nangita ang iya other self niya.. para dili na cya ma.lost. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;yanee says: ambot...siguro dili jud lost...siguro i chose to be different na lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-left: 0.99in; margin-bottom: 0in; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;keith says: grabeh jud diay noh?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;It was just an ordinary skype chat conversation but it created an impact on me.  For the past weeks, i have been walking wearing somebody else's shoes.  Borrowing somebody else's shirt, so as to hide what i truly felt deep within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;Patches of many hues, looks so good on the outside but the stories behind it...hmmm...plenty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS,sans-serif;"&gt;You'll never expect its reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everything happens for a reason they say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They occur because they were meant to be...You may not have expected it to take place but it somehow would...you can't control it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Like this MP3 CD i bought last month that contains a hundred different songs, and unintentionally i ran into this one unfamiliar song entitled &lt;a href="http://crystal_yanee_ianne.blogs.friendster.com/my_blog/"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;NOT TODAY&lt;/b&gt; by Dream Girls&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remembered seeing that group perform on TV so i tried listening to this single.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Every word penetrated into my heart as though i was the one singing it...as though i was the one expressing every line from deep within&lt;i style=""&gt;...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I ain't gonna cry no more, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Iain't gonna beg you to stay, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;No way, not today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;You can go like you did before, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I ain't gonna stand in your way, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;no way not today...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Coz today, things are gonna change"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;How many times will i go after you? How many times will i beg you to stay? How many times will i push myself down just to put you up? How many times will i forgive you for your repititive lapses and mistakes? How many more promises will you break? How many more teardrops will i shed? To make you will feel that you are all i ever wanted in my life and that i'm willing to do everything just for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why can't i be given a heart of stone so that pain will never hit me this hard?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I'm gonna take a break from you, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;that is what i'm gonna do...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;you can count on it baby&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;you think i'm never gonna work it out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;right form here on...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I ain't gonna beg you to stay, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;No way, not today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;You can go like you did before, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;I ain't gonna stand in your way, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;no way not today...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1in;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Coz today, things are gonna change"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yes it was hard...it is still hard, i don't even know how to do it but starting today, things are gonna change.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Counting the tick of the clock as I endure the excruciating release of the tonic out of my brain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sat there struggling to have another sniff or just to let the pain of a broken heart kill me on the day he said goodnight.  I have known from the start that he is already taken.  Why did I wait for this night to come?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;No friends to save me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No lover.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nobody.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just me, my conscience and myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On that dark creepy house where he left me with the bondage of this thing and this comforting song.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Day You Said Goodnight by Hale.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enough to comfort that lonesome moment when all i hear is his voice fading as he bid me goodnight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=998EoA6tRks&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;THE DAY YOU SAID GOODNIGHT &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hale_%28band%29"&gt;Hale&lt;/a&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me as you are&lt;br /&gt;Push me off the road&lt;br /&gt;the sadness,&lt;br /&gt;I need this time to be with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm freezing in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The silence&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming,&lt;br /&gt;Calling out your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;And i do reside in your heat&lt;br /&gt;that puts up the fire with me and find&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles&lt;br /&gt;That's what i'll do if we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;To be is all i gotta be&lt;br /&gt;And all that i see&lt;br /&gt;And all that i need this time&lt;br /&gt;To me the life you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calmness in your face&lt;br /&gt;That I see through the night&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of your light is pressing unto us&lt;br /&gt;You didn't ask me why&lt;br /&gt;I never would have known&lt;br /&gt;oblivion is falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;And i do reside in your light&lt;br /&gt;Put out the fire with me and find&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you'll lose the side of your circles&lt;br /&gt;That's what i'll do if we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;To be is all i gotta be&lt;br /&gt;And all that i see&lt;br /&gt;And all that i need this time&lt;br /&gt;To me the life you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could only know me like your prayers at night&lt;br /&gt;Then everything between you and me will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;To be is all i gotta be&lt;br /&gt;And all that i see&lt;br /&gt;And all that i need this time&lt;br /&gt;To me the life you gave me&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's already taken,&lt;br /&gt;she's already taken&lt;br /&gt;she's already taken me&lt;br /&gt;she's already taken,&lt;br /&gt;she's already taken me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day you said goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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She said that she can't clearly see us.  Everywhere she looks, she sees glare.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She forces to open wide her tiny eyes each waking morning, because opening it is such a struggle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Going to the doctor is the best way to know what causes the pain in her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astigmatism"&gt;Astigmatism&lt;/a&gt; is what hit her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;What causes &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astigmatism"&gt;Astigmatism&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astigmatism"&gt;Astigmatism&lt;/a&gt; usually occurs when the front surface of the eye, the cornea, has an irregular curvature. Normally the cornea is smooth and equally curved in all directions and light entering the cornea is focused equally on all planes, or in all directions. In astigmatism, the front surface of the cornea is curved more in one direction than in the other. This abnormality may result in vision that is much like looking into a distorted, wavy mirror. The distortion results because of an inability of the eye to focus light rays to a point. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;If the corneal surface has a high degree of variation in its curvature, light refraction may be impaired to the degree that corrective lenses are needed to help focus light rays better. At any time, only a small proportion of the rays are focused and the remainder are not, so that the image formed is always blurred. Usually, astigmatism causes blurred vision at all distances. Some people with very high degrees of astigmatism may have cornea problems such as keratoconus. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astigmatism"&gt;Astigmatism&lt;/a&gt; is very common. Some experts believe that almost everyone has a degree of astigmatism, often from birth, which may remain the same throughout life. The exact reason for differences in corneal shape remains unknown, but the tendency to develop astigmatism is inherited. For that reason, some people are more prone to develop astigmatism than others. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="symptoms"&gt;&lt;span class="subheader"&gt;Symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Distortion or blurring of      images at all distances &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Headache and fatigue &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Squinting and eye discomfort      or irritation &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The symptoms described above may not necessarily mean that you have astigmatism. However, if you experience one or more of these symptoms, contact your eye doctor for a complete exam. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a name="treatment"&gt;&lt;span class="subheader"&gt;Treatment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the degree of astigmatism is slight and no other problems of refraction, such as nearsightedness or farsightedness, are present, corrective lenses may not be needed. If the degree of astigmatism is great enough to cause eyestrain, headache, or distortion of vision, prescription lenses will be needed for clear and comfortable vision. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The corrective lenses needed when astigmatism is present are called &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutvision.com/contacts/torics.htm"&gt;Toric lenses&lt;/a&gt; and have an additional power element called a cylinder. They have greater light-bending power in one axis than in others. Your eyecare professional will perform precise tests during your eye examination to determine the ideal lens prescription. &lt;a href="http://www.eyemdlink.com/EyeProcedure.asp?EyeProcedureID=2"&gt;Refractive surgery&lt;/a&gt; may be able to correct some forms of astigmatism. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astigmatism"&gt;Astigmatism&lt;/a&gt; may increase slowly. Regular eye care can help to insure that proper vision is maintained. You may have to adjust to wearing eyeglasses or contact lenses if you do not wear them now. Other than that, astigmatism probably will not significantly affect your lifestyle at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;taken from the &lt;a href="http://www.kellogg.umich.edu/"&gt;The University of Michigan Kellog Eye Center Research&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kellogg.umich.edu/patientcare/conditions/astigmatism.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;http://www.kellogg.umich.edu/patientcare/conditions/astigmatism.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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Letting go of a person you've just learned to love&lt;br /&gt;2. Reminiscing the good times you shared together&lt;br /&gt;3. Shielding your heart to love somebody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:8;"&gt;4. Trying to hide what you really feel&lt;br /&gt;5. Trying to hide the tears that involuntarily fall&lt;br /&gt;from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;6. Loving a person too much&lt;br /&gt;7. Giving up someone you never thought of giving&lt;br /&gt;up&lt;br /&gt;8. Having the right love at the wrong time&lt;br /&gt;9. Taking the risk to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;10. Hiding your relationship from someone else&lt;br /&gt;11. Controlling your feelings to avoid hurting a&lt;br /&gt;friend&lt;br /&gt;12. Thinking of him/her every waking and sleeping&lt;br /&gt;moment knowing all the while that he/she never&lt;br /&gt;even thinks a single thought of you...&lt;br /&gt;13. Letting go, because everytime you see the&lt;br /&gt;person, you only fall deeper&lt;br /&gt;14. Holding back only to find out when it's too late,&lt;br /&gt;you both felt the same way, but were only&lt;br /&gt;scared to lose each other so much that you didn't&lt;br /&gt;let the feelings out&lt;br /&gt;15. Falling in love with someone you didn't mean&lt;br /&gt;to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding the perfect guy/girl...with only one&lt;br /&gt;problem--- he/she doesn't love you...the way you&lt;br /&gt;want him/her to...&lt;br /&gt;17. Helping the one you love "court" your friend /&lt;br /&gt;helping your friend "court" the one you love&lt;br /&gt;18. Seeing the one you love crying for someone&lt;br /&gt;else&lt;br /&gt;19. Waiting also hurts like hell&lt;br /&gt;20. Having to hear "... I've met someone"&lt;br /&gt;21. Agreeing to his/her wish to 'just be friends'.&lt;br /&gt;22. Asking his/her freedom back bcoz 'he'd/she'd&lt;br /&gt;be happier with him/her'&lt;br /&gt;23. Asking you to 'forget that everything happened'&lt;br /&gt;and be 'normal' friends again.&lt;br /&gt;24. Hearing that you're treated as a little bro/sis&lt;br /&gt;(ouch!)&lt;br /&gt;25. Sharing his/her future plans for the guy/girl&lt;br /&gt;with you.&lt;br /&gt;26. You stopped being friends bcoz his gf/her bf&lt;br /&gt;asked him/her to.&lt;br /&gt;27. Being denied in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Telling you lies where he'd/she'd been when&lt;br /&gt;actually, he/she was with a 'new friend' or an&lt;br /&gt;'old flame' (whew!)&lt;br /&gt;29. He/she told you he'd/she'd be leaving you to&lt;br /&gt;return to his/her ex? the one he/she left for&lt;br /&gt;you!&lt;br /&gt;30. Breaking someone's heart&lt;br /&gt;31 .Fighting for that one thing that would make&lt;br /&gt;you happy that is, holding on to a person who can&lt;br /&gt;not guarantee you his/her commitment unless&lt;br /&gt;he/she fix himself/herself...then, you are left&lt;br /&gt;hanging for the moment...then he/she says, time&lt;br /&gt;will tell... ang labo lang niya...but you still decided&lt;br /&gt;to hope in him/her and trust him/her&lt;br /&gt;32. Pretending you're OK when inside you're&lt;br /&gt;dying...&lt;br /&gt;33. Pretending to be strong.... and recognizing&lt;br /&gt;your weakness&lt;br /&gt;34. Lying in bed each night, thinking of that special&lt;br /&gt;person you can never have...&lt;br /&gt;35. Being with someone you can't actually love...&lt;br /&gt;36. Pretending you don't love a person whom you&lt;br /&gt;actually love...&lt;br /&gt;37. Being in love...&lt;br /&gt;38. Letting go even if you really don't want to...&lt;br /&gt;having no right to say you are hurting because it&lt;br /&gt;was your decision&lt;br /&gt;39. Seeing the person you love hurt because of&lt;br /&gt;you... and not being able to help that person...&lt;br /&gt;40. Having the courage to say "I LOVE YOU" to the&lt;br /&gt;person you love and finding out afterwards that&lt;br /&gt;things will never be the same again when he/she&lt;br /&gt;doesn't treat you with the same closeness as before&lt;br /&gt;41. Having to face the fact that someone is&lt;br /&gt;capable of completely destroying the wall that you&lt;br /&gt;have set for yourself, leaving you weak and&lt;br /&gt;vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;42. Admitting that you love someone despite&lt;br /&gt;his/her imperfections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Finding out that the more you try to hate&lt;br /&gt;him/her, the more you end up loving him/her,&lt;br /&gt;perhaps even more than before&lt;br /&gt;44. Realizing how stupid your mistakes were that&lt;br /&gt;led to your break-up.&lt;br /&gt;45. The thought that this guy/girl, used to really&lt;br /&gt;love you and you loved him/her as well but you&lt;br /&gt;didn't give enough and he/she gave up on you&lt;br /&gt;46. Sharing the one you love with SOMEBODY&lt;br /&gt;else....."&lt;br /&gt;47. Making a promise....and realizing that when&lt;br /&gt;the time has come for that promise to be&lt;br /&gt;delivered....the commitment is no longer there...&lt;br /&gt;48. Violating your parents' rules for that someone&lt;br /&gt;that you love.&lt;br /&gt;49. Leaving your long-time friends because the&lt;br /&gt;one you love cannot accept them.&lt;br /&gt;50. 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