<?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-62674624217634004</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:33:07.403-06:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/gl.align.full.gif'/><title type='text'>A Not so Sugar Coated Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4828093319529730899</id><published>2011-03-18T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T10:08:04.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>it's my life's anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/500/PreviewComp/SuperStock_500-115846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://wwwdelivery.superstock.com/WI/223/500/PreviewComp/SuperStock_500-115846.jpg" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So it's been a really long time since my last post... such controversy has happened in my life that it feels like I'm burning some time but I beg not to argue with myself in opposing what's really in store for me. While wasting time, I haven't been really honest with myself and haven't straighten up some kinks up my sleeve not that I've been quite a player or anything. God only knows how semi pathetically clean and bare I am this couple of months. It's almost a two year mark now to be exact, pretty much proud of being a celibate until this stage even if a lot of people around me are a bit the bad influence [very thankful of the Lord] twenty three is now permanently the mark I carry. I guess today's a very special for me the fact that I was conceive this exact day twenty four years ago... Dear Lord God, I am very Thankful of my parents. I may seem to look unhappy but perhaps this is just a little sacrifice I would have to shoulder by myself. Greetings from a lot of thoughtful people gave me a good security that I still had a handful of good individuals around me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy twenty third to me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;bisous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-4828093319529730899?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4828093319529730899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4828093319529730899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4828093319529730899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4828093319529730899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-my-lifes-anniversary.html' title='it&apos;s my life&apos;s anniversary'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7288970607181944969</id><published>2011-01-19T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:14:47.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Blog,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been awhile... or should I say its been sometime? Haven't been really opening you since I dont know when--- and that was like two months ago and actually opened you in a BB. *such a hassle typing in a tiny claustrophobic keyboard*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on, TODAY! yes today, was a very tiring day indeed! What did I do? Applied for several jobs in attempt to find my DREAM job which is... (croak background) dang! I am seriously dumb founded, I'm starting to get a very anxious feeling- The feeling of the lone ranger! Oh please no, thats the least thing I would want to happen to me. The fact that I'm a self professed "anti social" would make it even worst... ANYWAYS, by the end of the night I got stuck with this website on applying as an "au pair" am I sensing a question mark in your face? Well to enlighten you, an &lt;i&gt;au pair &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is actually a "nanny" more formal term they would use to address a nanny. Nevertheless, you might think WHY THE HELL would she should apply as one? (contemplating her words)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most probably because its one of the few things in life I would want to fulfill, plus I'm pretty young should I say. I wouldn't really want to experience being a nanny if I'm older than of my present age, you know what am saying? (no?) fair enough, well I'm still thinking about it.... I guess this whole thing about being a "butler" crap is driving me nuts again. How I easily get indoctrinated with books, [whispers, But I love books]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like crap, my back hurts from sitting the whole day in front of the laptop fixating on finding a real job. I still have approximately three months to go before I officially graduate from college, what a total drag indeed. [inserts image: sitting beside a pool]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I'm officially crashing.. My throat is really figuratively being scraped with a fish scaler... *coughs like a baby* Calling it a night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post- Happy New Year!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoping for the best this year. got tons to update you with my life. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bonne Chance&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7288970607181944969?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7288970607181944969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7288970607181944969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7288970607181944969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7288970607181944969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-blog-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5429758272191723593</id><published>2010-10-19T10:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T10:14:37.050-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm thinking, if your really in love with the person little things still matter to you, correct? What more are the bigger things? Why do we like to contradict one's opinion, why do we prefer to take stand instead of laying down the sword and take defeat in the battle. In love, what is really correct? To be overly secure or to be insecure? We ourselves make it more complicated, the issue with Love is easy. "Love and be loved" we tend to misinterpret one's opinion if the real answer to 1+1= 2 we now then ask "why two is the answers, and then we baffle ourselves to another theory that why not 3 or 4" at the end of the day, "Love is all the matter, faithful and forever" I remembered my friend he taught his 5 year old niece with this love song lyrics. May be I'm not ready for the thing called love, but I am ready to Love God and give my whole heart to Him because I know He won't hurt me. There are still so much that I need to know and comprehend in this child like head of mine. By break of day, "Love makes the world go round" Thank you God for this wonderful day, you have given me the oppurtunity to read about some stuffs that I now have better understanding. Ciao amour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5429758272191723593?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5429758272191723593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5429758272191723593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5429758272191723593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5429758272191723593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-thinking-if-your-really-in-love-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-455381151563000586</id><published>2010-10-18T10:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T10:11:45.457-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here I am, back in the game! What do you know? I'm starting again I just finished another part of my life again, would you believe that? Its actually kind of scary now, your more prone to be coming one of the "bums" which I don't really want to be at the moment. :c I feel so lost, I left my laptop at my friend's place and its almost a week now. Poor baby not being used for a week. I was online in YM earlier and I saw my ex was online, though I was online I'm not sure if he noticed me or so; but it didn't matter to me much any more. His status was this I don't know whatever he's trying to talk about, but I've noticed that his more showy now compared to before. Bullocks! Who gives a damn, I'm just an observer if you may. Nonetheless, I cross my heart: I have no feelings for him any longer. :D I'm happy God took him off my head now, just a part of the past and nothing of concern. I'm still continuing to have those weird dreams, those perplex dreams that even I can't even fathom what irregular whatever they are "arbitrary mind fck" sorry, I'm just starting to feel uninterested in my dreams. The fact that they make me more tired when I wake up makes it even worst? On a regular basis, I pray before going to sleep, I enjoy talking to God the fact that He's just there and will tirelessly listen to your every whine and idea. Isn't He just the best :) Dear Lord, I love you so much and I am thankful for each passing day that you have given me, it is truly a blessing! Ciao amis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-455381151563000586?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/455381151563000586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=455381151563000586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/455381151563000586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/455381151563000586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-here-i-am-back-in-game-what-do-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3589756639693860719</id><published>2010-10-17T10:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T10:14:29.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe this, but I'm already done with school (almost) knowing that I passed two of the subjects I've been dreading upon! God is so great that He has again gave me salvation. I am so thankful of his Love for me. As a result my excitement made me feel like wanting to kiss a man so passionately as a sign of victory. But then again, that's just a pigment of my imagination. I've finished almsot 5 books in less than quarter of a month, I've more to read before I can find a decent job. Plus the search of my "purpose in life". Which both my friend and my "fellowship email adviser" have instructed me to talk to God and ask Him what He really wants for me. And another sigh just escape my mouth..Its been two months since my last blog, I feel terrible to be not able to write about my feelings again, but then again thank you twitter :D Guess tomorrow is truly a mystery, I miss my friend Hilary from colorado, she was one good american friend. (Sigh) I'm going to stop from here, and hopefully I'll be able to log in tomorrow or whatever. Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3589756639693860719?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3589756639693860719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3589756639693860719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3589756639693860719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3589756639693860719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-believe-this-but-im-already-done.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-1591314843083570148</id><published>2010-09-05T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T10:08:16.825-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I trying to hard to overcome this battle? I've been procrastinating, its been 3months ever since I've arrived home. I haven't blogged for almost two months... I feel so lost and overwhelmed, majority of the places I've visited has left a memory from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside me, I know I feel better. More relaxed and probably more eased compared to before, I feel like I'm haunting myself with this random flashbacks... All of a sudden, my dreams feel like there crashing down and being flush down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a plan, a plan to write a Letter for my future husband, stating random facts about whats happening to my darkest time. I've finished two books over the course of two weeks, and I've been dilly dallying too. I've been forgetting some details too lately... :c I feel anxious that I'm losing touch of my good memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My laptop too is almost giving up on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to crash.. time is too limited for me to recap the recent events in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to focus, but probably I am trying too much that I'm losing grip on to what I should do first..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-1591314843083570148?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/1591314843083570148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=1591314843083570148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1591314843083570148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1591314843083570148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/09/am-i-trying-to-hard-to-overcome-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-6109004431639110714</id><published>2010-07-15T08:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:35:11.189-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm about to just type my entry and suddenly I yawned and got teary eyed. Both my limbs are getting worst, and they are really getting soar now... I want to cry but instead I prefer to pray and sleep it off, right at this moment one of my closest college friend is on labor, I guess its sort of "advance" that she's about to push out the baby since according to her the estimated delivery is 27th. a week and 2 days ahead of schedule. Isn't it nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People giving new life, this little thing that grows inside of you... right now I can't still picture it clearly; how it will eventually happen to me. Whats inside my head is just: school, balance friends and family, party/ socializing and God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was just unexpected, the Black out and Typhoon...&lt;br /&gt;I felt more empty and strange, but I had a couple of textmates that night of the black out till day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should sleep...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not making any sense inside my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-6109004431639110714?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/6109004431639110714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=6109004431639110714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6109004431639110714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6109004431639110714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-about-to-just-type-my-entry-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-6047001781723066934</id><published>2010-07-11T09:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T09:16:48.225-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really want to stop thinking about you, I swear... I still feel like this walking zombie, as far as I know I'm here but my presence feels so empty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been meditating for days now, and still I haven't found the answer to this questions... I thought that letting go of things would actually help me: but it was a wrong judgement instead they were misinterpreted actions. I don't want to be selfish anymore, I want to take a new leap in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But I feel so scared, scared about God and how he will judge me on what I will do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of my close friend told me: if I'm ready to serve the Lord I should be able to let go of whatever I have;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am I doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've detached myself from using much of the computer: YM, Facebook etc. My cellphone now is purely for communication with my colleagues and friends, using the car is more like my transportation to school- house and vice versa, I don't demand for attention anymore, I keep a quiet and still life, I do not shop or ask money... etc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need to talk to someone, I feel that I'm willing to change now... but here I am, Lost and empty no one to direct me, except God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I got a message from him and it felt really strong and bold and it was:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" I am the good sheperd" John 10:11&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;at the end, the quick prayer was "Loving God, help me to be better, more faithful sheep. Amen"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;:c I'm so confused... I'm starting to hate myself more and more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(screams inside her head while closing her eyes)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-6047001781723066934?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/6047001781723066934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=6047001781723066934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6047001781723066934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6047001781723066934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-really-want-to-stop-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3363121801122834332</id><published>2010-07-08T09:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:01:41.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I enjoyed dinner tonight, it was my mom's birthday celebration, I had a Pan Fried Sole with buerre rouge *very french*. I bet she's happy that my dad is still here for her birthday and that surely made her day. I'm feeling this short tension and its just sad that my dad is having problems getting his passport back from the Canadian Embassy and he can't leave the country and all the bad things are laid out. Were quite freaked and still hoping that he can still make it, if not... it will be a problem... I guess God wants to send us a message regarding this event in our life... One is: patterns can be broken, second: plan ahead of time, in which&amp;nbsp;procrastination&amp;nbsp;is just not right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(took out her earplugs and checked cellphone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel quite sad, I know I have a happy family and well supported needs.. but when you really think about it- it gets tougher when you know your just alone in this battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Right at this moment, I feel that God wants me to feel alone right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to keep myself from not doing any bad nuisances.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;{takes a deep breath}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you think you've already stopped yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;from being engulfed by life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A series of events, what is universally acknowledge as the "uniform process"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so sleepy and tired...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I know that you are still and will be the only one who can guide me through this path, Lord God give me the grace and wisdom to understand you every passing day that I will be living upon. You are and will be the only being who can Judge me and who can Judge other people. I love you so much God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3363121801122834332?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3363121801122834332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3363121801122834332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3363121801122834332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3363121801122834332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-enjoyed-dinner-tonight-it-was-my-moms.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4189080786150427090</id><published>2010-07-06T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:52:38.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My friends wisdoms are just too contradicting... I want to slice my self into halves-- just to garner both my goals: I'm still lost.. and preferably I'd want to be found sooner or later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I've slightly revised my plans for this school year; which is after this last semester of school I will be attending either Makati Shangri La or Intercontinental Hotel and thats is final.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Then again.. I've lost track again..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;what department should I work for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Am I ready to really enslave myself and be an underdog for some people inside the kitchen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I saw bessie today, she sort of made half of my day.. aside from talking to mika wherein she told me that may be "I'm just bored" and I need to do a "list" wherein I can keep myself busy from getting bored. Then my other friend contradicted; she told me not to "over plan" my life... and Now I feel discouraged, she would even joke to me that I should not be materialistic. It was quite silly, I just&amp;nbsp;admitted&amp;nbsp;to both my girls that I'm planning to save up for a "porsche" and thats really one of my goals &lt;i&gt;now &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in life. [now I feel childish]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;:[ I feel so down.. my spirit level is just so bland and tasteless, my energy seems to be stale like a warm beer. I miss someone, my sister just spitted out spontaneously thought that &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I should have a goal to have a boyfriend by the end of my last semester... &lt;/i&gt;Whats with the pressure, its too much tension and I feel that &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I wouldn't want to force any issues!!! &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I just remembered, that Bessie asked me about mr.him and I-- and instantly I sort of lied... or I guess its true... told her we don't talk [because its so damn true]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Now I wonder, what would happen to my life if I get pregnant at the age of 22? Hopeless--- total H lees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;sleepy... I'd bayonet myself to sleep.. {too much anger}&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Please continue to guide me...&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/62674624217634004-4189080786150427090?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4189080786150427090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4189080786150427090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4189080786150427090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4189080786150427090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-friends-wisdoms-are-just-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3755129895510422163</id><published>2010-07-05T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:29:31.566-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss the ambiance of Peace and serenity... I'd usually feel this with somebody, secured and loved. -all is a flop a big fat lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I placed ear plugs in my drums to conceal noise in my surrounding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3755129895510422163?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3755129895510422163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3755129895510422163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3755129895510422163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3755129895510422163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-miss-ambiance-of-peace-and-serenity.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3905183257850040592</id><published>2010-07-05T08:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:04:12.339-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;*disclaimer: sad and melancholic aura*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe its my 170th post for this blog, spending valuable time just to type my inner self in cyberspace for all the world to see and read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so confused lately, often times things just don't match anymore... its like an old house trying to be strong even if the foundation is weakening and in order to fix it up the facade just keeps on changing but the foundation slowly&amp;nbsp;dilapidates. It slowly depresses me that I just keep on failing, even if I try still I'm not successful.. my door is&amp;nbsp;knob less, nobody can seem to enter, like of the great wall of china-&amp;nbsp;impenetrable. Instead of being self less I act as somebody selfish... like of a ice, cold and frozen. I'm reflecting upon myself again, my guess is that its because I just finished my period. I usually think of myself as somebody who does not care what others think of me, at the same time that I do not need to take notice of their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust myself anymore, I do not trust me at all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have low tolerance for patience and concentration.. Only if I can revoke my whole being, I would... but all I can do is to accept and accept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;acceptance is the new key to victory&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know, I want to just give up to stop hurting the people I thought I was giving care to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;family, friends, work and future relationships.. personal battles..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so empty, I pray that you will fill me with your love and grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ciao&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3905183257850040592?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3905183257850040592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3905183257850040592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3905183257850040592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3905183257850040592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/07/disclaimer-sad-and-melancholic-aura-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7880163829732316587</id><published>2010-07-04T10:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:20:05.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I feel so unwanted... its strange but I feel inside me that its true. Not all people can understand me, not all people would even mind to try to understand me. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ts very&amp;nbsp;unnecessary that I try to be selfish, or even act one... I am really destroying my whole self now.. and by doing so, I prefer to detach myself to my love ones. Often times now, I feel emotionless as if pain, sorrow, happiness doesn't really exist anymore. I didn't want to believe it at first, eventually it be came stronger and more powerful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My anger is still fiery and can still cause whip lash to other people. I've terminated patience in my system, which is why I find myself very pitiful as if I'm hopeless...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Still when I needed a friend to talk or call onto, still a few people would response and those are the special ones. God still stands by me, and I am grateful even if He doesn't directly talk to me, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;know inside myself that I'm repetitive and that small details still cause a dime. I feel so out of myself lately, I'm so confused that I don't know what I like and not like anymore. I felt that God whispered to me that I need to put Him in the center of my life, but with this kind of luck and unfortified faith.. The devil still tries to lure me every time, the most recent trap it caused me is that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I have caused pain to someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;nonetheless I knew it was gone and I've already accepted my destiny.. I felt so hurt that I placed turmoil on somebody else.. I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;felt at the moment to just stab myself directly to the gut for an instant kill..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;God, got mad at me.. I'm confused-- I hate myself, but God didn't want me to hate myself but instead He wants me to accept and to ask for forgiveness.. I can't remember if I accounted myself as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;somebody perfect at all [I hate myself]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I had a lot of questions and those questions always hindered me from wanting to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it happen or how come..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Both my membranes are just so tired and wants to give up, a little of tears run down without emotions being painted.. and now my eyes are growing tired its way way pass my bed time.. and I only have one answer left in my head: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;silence myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;ciao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7880163829732316587?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7880163829732316587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7880163829732316587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7880163829732316587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7880163829732316587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-feel-so-unwanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8880306416602135888</id><published>2010-06-28T09:15:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T09:23:55.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ask myself why I get so moody and tempermental, I hate myself for it. It disgust me to realize who I am, total whip lash and brutality is just pasted upon me.. As if I wasn'st cursed enough..A couple of minutes ago, I talked to my close friend and we just quickly talked and updated each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the course of time, I reflected upon the observations and learnings I have acquired. Its quite direct and awkward, but rather I feel this sense that I am slowly getting more mature. Highly noticeable since two of my friends has already agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my blackberry again, I close my eyes and I couldn't agree more to the image inside my head "a white haired granny who scratches her head while she closed her eyes" Its impressive, mature? Hopefuly I can dig me some witty prospect: maybe a Doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ciao Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8880306416602135888?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8880306416602135888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8880306416602135888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8880306416602135888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8880306416602135888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-ask-myself-why-i-get-so-moody-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5957372957150787037</id><published>2010-06-26T09:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T09:38:47.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What can I contribute to human society, aside from being a part of the whole ecosytem? I ask myself everytime how can I discover my self better, will I be stuck in this state. Rather I dwell upon this irrelevant thoughts, thinking they give entertainment in one's self. I believe that I'm contended with just being the low and self centered individual since causing pain to others brings joy to my life.. Yet I beg to fight the demons inside of me. Which resulted to self isolation and boredom. More time to think over issues, I can't believe how classical music calms me down. Problems, troubles, hurdles..Just a couple of months to go and I'm off this neat place again, God I will continue to abdide by your ways. I know that with your great power nothing will be impossible.Ciao bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5957372957150787037?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5957372957150787037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5957372957150787037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5957372957150787037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5957372957150787037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-can-i-contribute-to-human-society.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8207164581914156849</id><published>2010-06-21T07:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T07:24:33.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Planning ahead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;target location after graduation, since I'm wild and free from anything. I'm planning to take my third internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;K.L. Le Meridien&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amanpulo, Pamalican Island&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Somewhere in Australia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm over working my head again, and I'm planning to either work or just do another internship again for experience. The more the merrier, more diversion and clearing of head...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makati Shangri La&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makati Intercon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I'll be able to find another person, whom I can talk to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just now, my sister is fighting over the phone with her boyfriend...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;bad old days..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;ciao bella&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eclipse is near!! exciting!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8207164581914156849?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8207164581914156849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8207164581914156849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8207164581914156849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8207164581914156849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/planning-ahead-target-location-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4822947016863813851</id><published>2010-06-20T09:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T09:07:54.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm doing my blogging via my blackberry, it feels so posh and updated. I just feel so lazy right now that I have been letting go of a lot of things nowadays, for starters: No facebookNo YMNo laptopNo cellphonesNo cameras No pspWhat have I be come to now? I'm technically and literally detaching my self from the whole matrix. As you can see, now I'm blogging in my BBI saw an old email, I browsed through it and read it.. I feel so mean that I truthfully believe now that its because of me. I'm the problem, I'm like a pest.. Now that I have touched on this reality, I can no longer shook the thought. I suck, I see no worth in me.. I know God will get mad at me as soon as I finish doing this entry.Wht 500 days of summer?Why have you shown me reality yet again.I'm so happy that, I have only one class tomorrow. More time for thinking!!Mood swing, incomingBerserk mode&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-4822947016863813851?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4822947016863813851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4822947016863813851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4822947016863813851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4822947016863813851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-doing-my-blogging-via-my-blackberry.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4724871619888968694</id><published>2010-06-16T08:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T08:22:15.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>somewhere around the world their is a right man for every girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a legendary quote to be shared, I'm currently watching a TCM and this really classical movie by Gene Kelly. I adore this type of movies, the dancing and singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes has just recently started, everything seems to be abnormally normal; everything fits perfectly into the puzzle piece. Yet its so disturbing, a big part of the picture continues to lack... Again this morning, I had a terrible dream... I almost cried, but instead I just prayed soon after I awoke from sleep. I talked to God&amp;nbsp;continuously as I calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just closed the TV. I feel like a half empty glass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like a disaster that just be came a miracle and still made its way as a pretty normal day; nonetheless even if that event happen it turned out to be something I can again keep as an experience. Now I'm starting to bore myself, the fact that I'm yawning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I was telling myself how I can repay my parents back... since their starting to ask for refunds and would want them to pay them back... I feel so&amp;nbsp;abandoned.. as if every emotion has been stripped off from my entire human system. Like everything that is being thrown at me, is&amp;nbsp;ricocheting on its own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Facebook. No Yahoo Messenger. No Games. No Boyfriend. Less Cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not actually angry at a certain person, but instead I'm angry at myself... I feel like I'm destroying myself, and I'm also stopping myself from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;change...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;how self destructive... I beg not to be bi-polar, I beg not to be&amp;nbsp;narcissistic, I beg not to be a patriot, I beg not to be pessimistic. I beg not to feel immune..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, and future career is what is playing inside my head.. return the money... parents... debts..&amp;nbsp;never ending&amp;nbsp;problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;I pray that you give me grace, I don't want my old life back. But instead, I pray for something better than it... Thank you and I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-4724871619888968694?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4724871619888968694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4724871619888968694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4724871619888968694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4724871619888968694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/somewhere-around-world-their-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3344159039173905268</id><published>2010-06-09T08:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:56:46.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;how contradicting...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My sister is listening to Justine Bieber, &lt;/i&gt;which is One Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Blah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does love go about anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3344159039173905268?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3344159039173905268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3344159039173905268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3344159039173905268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3344159039173905268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/contradicting.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-9110111994283397237</id><published>2010-06-09T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:53:13.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Idiocy is for the naive..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, here I am... with bare emotions. &lt;i&gt;just finished yawning- teary eyed. &lt;/i&gt;Everyday I continue to believe that everything will be alright, even if rapture is near- or should I say soon to come..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is death better than waiting for the apocalypse?&lt;br /&gt;I remember telling my friend last night that I miss talking to someone, miss talking to a person whom I can confine my pain too.. Most of the time, I keep myself busy. Its not that its against my will, but instead I still pursue into putting my efforts into it. Having a boyfriend is still a long term goal for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this semester, I'm planning to disappear again... Its an actual harsh decision, I've lost hope and is not expecting anymore.&amp;nbsp;Tribulation&amp;nbsp;I encounter everyday is a struggle to always get up on my feet and continue with what is ahead of me. Sometimes I want to cry but I feel so emotionless again; which is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched V for Vendetta yesterday, Inglorious Bastard and today 2012... The pattern seems funny, all seem to link to one context which is somewhat &lt;i&gt;political &lt;/i&gt;and truly they were. Truly, I am so amazed at how God can make me see into things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet here I am... the hopeless person, where is the key to my hope?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[yawn]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-9110111994283397237?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/9110111994283397237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=9110111994283397237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/9110111994283397237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/9110111994283397237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/idiocy-is-for-naive.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7636641187146502735</id><published>2010-06-08T09:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:39:14.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ang alam ko, mahal kita pero hindi ako umaasa ng kahit ano. Gusto ko ganto lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing sleepy and tired, just came home from my friend's house and we chatted for about two hours or catching up with the seven months that went by. I've realized many things, yet I can't put it into words... I feel so helpless right now, my eyes are getting weaker and weaker as I type away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzz...&lt;br /&gt;yawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has officially started again, and I want to exclude myself again to humanity. The good old isolated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One goal, One aim, One God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao bella~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7636641187146502735?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7636641187146502735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7636641187146502735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7636641187146502735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7636641187146502735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/ang-alam-ko-mahal-kita-pero-hindi-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7898613333829380657</id><published>2010-06-06T09:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T09:47:45.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Last night was just unavoidable, seriously? Drinking out and partying... just realized its not my thing anymore, it felt like it was wrong as if fitting yourself in a really nice top yet you don't look good on it. A lot of things crossed my mind last night, I even thought about this guy that I like because we were around Makati area in Jupiter street and he would tell me that he usually hangs out there. No chance of luck, we didn't push through and stayed in Fiamma because it was kind of boring and the place was just dead and to think that was already 11:30pm.... Then we decided to go to Timog and settled for a place called Dolce; its this super club in north that people from there goes to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Yet again, I attempted to break out of my coffin and stayed out and chillax with other people... The crowd was a &amp;nbsp;party place but it was more like mixed people not like in Fort but we stayed. It was a different feeling, I had the urge of this trying to avoid the alcohol and partying.... Whenever I go to the toilet and boys would check me out, I would look straight and avoid eye contact... I felt so strict and emotionless. The whole time, I would talk to Kuya Jess inside my head and pray calmly and tell him: "I can do this, avoid it" The carbon monoxide from cigarettes -was just polluting my eyes and I was starting to get all droopy... I finished my san mig light, and changed to the Gilbey's Green Tea; which I said was my favorite.... The music was lively and it enticed me to dance and move around, then my sister's friend starts to annoy me at first I was like "Yeah I'm cool"... as time went by he starts to pinch my arm and would ask me if I was alright and I kept a cool face and repeated my answer. That actually happened like may be 8 times or so, and he would also poke my sides... I was in control, and continuously prayed mentally.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;The night was fast, we actually went home at around 5am..... It was just not right, didn't felt right. or maybe because I wasn't used to it? The whole ride going home, the guy kept on touching my hair and would tuck it in my ear and would touch my shoulder and he would slide his hands to my hair... I felt grossed out... I wanted to cry and shouted for help, I wanted my old boyfriend to come rescue me but nothing so instead I continued to pray to Kuya Jess... My head felt heavy, I started to feel sleepy... As soon as I got home, I washed up and prepared for bed. The sun was almost up, the birds were chirping.. I felt uneasy, I slept the whole day and woke up at 4pm, ate my late lunch and took a bath and got ready for church... During church, I asked for forgiveness. It was so not right the whole thing.... But I tried.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Now, here... I lay... with my sleepy eyes, and would drown myself to dreams...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;ciao bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7898613333829380657?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7898613333829380657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7898613333829380657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7898613333829380657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7898613333829380657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-night-was-just-unavoidable.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4117256045911921609</id><published>2010-06-03T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T09:47:22.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know who actually to blame for this "uncertain feeling", life is just getting tougher and tougher.But then again, whenever I remember my retreat and its moral lesson of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tanggap lang ng tanggap&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ironic as it may sound, but acceptance feels like greed. The more you accept, the more you don't get satisfied. Who am I to question once belief.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After doing what I did, just a couple of minutes ago, it was suppose to make me light.... but my self destruction mode turned up and blew my who momentum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It sucks to be me, I need to get my self esteem back--- which I think should be near. School is starting... and it sort of sucks. :[&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm getting so tired, to the point that I fall asleep already while doing this entry. yawn....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;BIMK:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Basta Ikaw Mahal kita! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The day has ended, and another day has been reborn..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-4117256045911921609?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4117256045911921609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4117256045911921609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4117256045911921609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4117256045911921609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-who-actually-to-blame-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2117756024662431200</id><published>2010-05-26T16:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:10:54.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back in manila..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never&amp;nbsp;occurred&amp;nbsp;to me that this feeling for returning to the home soil will not be desolated, I can see my stuffs just hanging out and I left them untouched and haven't stowed them away. Its 6 in the morning, I woke up around quarter to 6 to take a leak; the feeling of home still awfully the same. Reality is kicking in slowly and I'm getting fixated with all of it, I'm getting too overwhelmed with it and its not so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from this slightly awkward dream and it was pretty disturbing I couldn't explain how it felt like but the person who confronted me with a revelation makes it even worst. He put up a face of confidence and directly say: "I'm going to find you a soulmate" (blah blah) the person in the dream left me far far behind already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to start my diet, I feel uncomfortable with my size and appearance... I'm guessing my period is near thats why my hormones are changing again and so as my mood. I sense more change and I'm trying to want to believe in those unspoken events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cook and I want to bake, yet this weather makes me uneasy and cramped.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2117756024662431200?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2117756024662431200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2117756024662431200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2117756024662431200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2117756024662431200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-in-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7233639970293265328</id><published>2010-05-17T09:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:14:16.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In great awe I saw this korean drama called "A man called God" and to my amazement the main character strongly resembled as him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/2641/tmcg3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img716.imageshack.us/img716/2641/tmcg3.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/4567/tmcg2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://img404.imageshack.us/img404/4567/tmcg2.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dramabeans.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/shinpc1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.dramabeans.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/shinpc1.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... how disturbing naman...&lt;br /&gt;it was so random, apparently I was watching this random korean shows...&lt;br /&gt;TT_TT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7233639970293265328?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7233639970293265328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7233639970293265328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7233639970293265328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7233639970293265328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/05/in-great-awe-i-saw-this-korean-drama.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-9075077520480044692</id><published>2010-05-17T08:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T08:41:03.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This curse, I don't understand it very well or I don't even know how exactly how its suppose to end but it feels as if though your just stuck there. Freedom or equity does not exist in the atmosphere, as if the air that you breathe is only a lease from an untouchable. Its been awhile since my last post again, I'm beginning to feel this aura of remiss that a lot of us are damned with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world continues to spin, yet a lot of people haven't still understood how they're life works out. Congratulations to me I think somehow I've gotten half way to my life&amp;nbsp;surmise, I'm not dully educated as to compare with students who aces most of their required subjects; yet I'm still in mediocrity self assigning myself to be amidst in both competence and incompetence. I am bewildered by my ability to seek thorough detail in my life, I can't escape the fact that I remember a lot of aspects and could easily input and adjust it in my system. My world view has changed, and will constantly continue: adjusting and reconfiguring myself to be placed cleanly and discretely in the system. Its a shame I haven't been reading books lately, self educating myself is the only key how I can survive in this environment; like what I said constant adjustment constant reconfigure. I miss a lot embodiment in my said life, I don't feel any remorse for leaving them though it makes me cripple day by day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, adjusted and reconfigured to last for a couple of months. Easily wounded easily healed. They've always say that you have your own "choice"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 days until my return to manila, sanity is creeping over my shoulder. Yet another environment to be familiarize with again.. I want to scream to the world "I want my old life back" but what difference will it make, it continues to spin and pause for no one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-9075077520480044692?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/9075077520480044692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=9075077520480044692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/9075077520480044692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/9075077520480044692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/05/this-curse-i-dont-understand-it-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-120151368485642474</id><published>2010-05-10T21:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:17:54.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw a picture of Ben Barnes in GQ: pak! Super handsome!!! Insanely just insanely attractive, those nice long hair and charming facial features... oohlala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days are just plain random and disturbing, the boys in my dreams are hunting me... like their so real yet so unreal... it feels like a new sign, yet its not a sign... there's no conspiracy? Okey... let me try to plot it out, 4 years ago I had a relationship then had to cut it and delete the memories and that was summer I came back from a vacation.... had a new love that bloomed again.. then eventually died again, yes thats the soulful perfect word: DIED!&lt;br /&gt;-now, here I am ended a relationship again and I'm coming home from a vacation again? so is it possible that I'm-- okey lets keep it into that kind of mystery, I don't want to make premature analysis. Besides, I should already know which are the best assets to keep a relationship fit and healthy then again I hope I wont forget my precarious strategies and would have to mobilize them if ever I'll get a chance. Oh fuck, what the hell am I saying again... there we go, all the intense brain is working again... crap crap crap, I'm so tired of this lame redundant thoughts, its giving me a headache... plus my nape continues to ache, I guess I'm going to crash now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao bells&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-120151368485642474?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/120151368485642474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=120151368485642474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/120151368485642474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/120151368485642474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-saw-picture-of-ben-barnes-in-gq-pak.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5882466848049017861</id><published>2010-05-07T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:12:51.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Got to &amp;nbsp;make this quick, theres no real reason actually behind the being "quick" gotta go thing... hah! I just finished watching a movie with my brother: "13 going on 30" it was pretty cute... I know its very child-like the romance was just too darn too good to be true, I'm not quite certain if I already made an entry about that movie but any how: it sure did hit it a spot there... right in that left corner that beats constantly to pump the blood out of me. I admit I'm not a good writer or a person who has good grammar, its just that for the past couple of years I would try to revive this blog of mine to keep me alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning, this the only outlet where I can put my thoughts down... I'm quite pathetic and cliché, the thought of me just listening to "Friday I'm in love by The Cure" just goes to show its so coincidental. I want to get over this thoughts, I don't want to dream of this boys anymore and let me even think of "love"--- hence I don't actually want to be pressured with this thing called "love". May be I've gone mad already in terms of being a "hater" well you can also put it like that. I miss a lot of things in my life and I don't want to enumerate them, frankly I'm lost... I feel like a lost child in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the morning, I went to the Den and browsed through books and just wanted to grabbed a really good book and relax and let my head calm itself down. Its more of like I want to go home and place myself to something familiar and lay there until time lapse. The book I randomly picked up was just right: "The Peter Principle" perfect for the "mood swing". I currently feel my eyes welling up again, I'm injecting myself with the thoughts of "no regrets, whats done is done". I'm condoned to this feeling... insanely empty and cold. Three words eight letters. What makes it even harsh is that, I feel that the month of May is drawing closer to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crashing smoothly on the bed, this sure did help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5882466848049017861?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5882466848049017861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5882466848049017861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5882466848049017861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5882466848049017861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/05/got-to-this-quick-theres-no-real-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-6948526125636979825</id><published>2010-05-03T08:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T08:18:01.127-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a Monday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it was just an ordinary morning, you wake up peek through the window and there were droplets of rain trickling down then get off the bed and go straight to the bathroom and sit on the cold toilet. Doing my usual morning routine; washing my face with cold water as soon as I toweled and dried up I darted down stairs to eat my morning breakfast. Again the usual I went through the pantry to get the cereal box; checked the expiration dates of the cereals took the latest box and emptied it out, not knowing it was almost empty I got another box and opened it again then went through the ref to pour myself a milk to my surprise the people finished the milk and I thought to myself to just pour a chocolate soy milk. I was munching away with my cereals I saw my aunt entering the hall way and greeting me a pleasant "good morning" and telling me that her pillows from her patio got soaked last night due to the light rain fall. I minded my own business and munched on my cereal and took an ample slice of poppy seed bread, I sat down on the breakfast counter still munching away when my aunt suddenly shouted "Oh My God" then she repeated the phrase again and I was saying "you lost your trade again or did the DOW went down?" then she repeated again and tears started to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom suddenly started to rush toward her, then my mom said "what happened tell me what happened" then my aunt said "Sean is dead, Inda's son is dead" and she added "anong meron ba sa mga bata ngayon" -- so I back flashed and remembered he was the fireman. My aunt continued talking while she was breaking down, she said that the young man committed suicide then my mom continues to cry because of thoughts about my brother. I didn't know how to react during that 5 minutes that I was there, I continued to eat my breakfast being an empty me I didn't know how to feel... there were no tears coming out of my ducts, nor what to feel about Tita Inda's lost. Hence, this feeling of grief I never liked it... it slowly envelopes you holistically then makes you sob till your eyes hurts. I know that feeling very well that right now my chest hurts and my eyes are starting to water again. Now all I can do is to be stunned and bite my lower lip... now I'm hearing again this story over and over again. I'm here &amp;nbsp; near the speaker phone, over hearing my aunt's story over and over again... My mom is in front of me now, saying that we should not let my younger brother know about the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rncasemanager.com/email_images/depression_pic1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.rncasemanager.com/email_images/depression_pic1.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit infront of my laptop, to my right is the window.... its so real that I feel grief in the air and its so melancholic... I don't like it, and I am so disgusted with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pause, because my mom is talking with me about my brother]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really I don't know how to react with this... I guess I am not ready to face a lot of things when I get back to Manila. So here I am... hearing all of this problems and stories, them not knowing: I'm trying to fight away this serious "Depression" inside of me. As I fight away this tears that wants to fall out of my eyes my chest is starting to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, what I do not know wont hurt me... I don't want to know... okey let me be clueless then. Now that time is lapsing again, my heart is pounding at the thought of me embracing my new life when I get back to Manila. How do I recover from loneliness? Why does depression even exist in this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and as I gaze outside the window I try so hard to understand why this things evolve inside our head, an hour has already passed ever since I started my entry. I don't like falling into this pit of depression thats why I must fight it, your emotions are always there... they complete you then they let you crash on your own. Spiritually God will be the one who will guide me, when all else fail... who is there to catch me? It hurts to think when you know your already lost.. who do I run to aside from God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making it worst.. the&amp;nbsp;sky&amp;nbsp;is very gloomy and dark... every detail makes it even worst.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-6948526125636979825?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/6948526125636979825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=6948526125636979825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6948526125636979825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6948526125636979825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-monday-morning-thinking-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5641027372923703267</id><published>2010-04-20T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:38:38.984-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;onesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/t/thomasjeff101007.html" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Thomas Jefferson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I guess life gets complicated when we think of it as something complicated? I can't stop thinking about my future, every time my mind goes idle.. it instantly goes to this other page about my "Future".. Its pretty frustrating that I'm so fixated about my future.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;[currently listening to a ballad song]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;The song has very strong emotions..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;What should I do in order to avoid this thoughts again? Why do I always need an escape pod?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;should I:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;read a book?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;exercise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;bake a muffin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;sleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;initiate a conversation with friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;do the photo album project?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-&amp;gt; I miss someone singing me love songs... I do actually miss someone in particular, even though he sings randomly.. but his voice is pretty sweet in the ears, ahh.. here I go again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;random:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I like being malandi... I don't know why, but I don't really show it publicly that I enjoy doing it. But I'm planning to remake myself when I go back to manila ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;oh: here's a photo I randomly saw of Nickhun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://peachjung.exteen.com/images/ICOn/285_nichakun_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="144" src="http://peachjung.exteen.com/images/ICOn/285_nichakun_01.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;he is one good piece of meat :D&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;nom nom.... I saw his body in one of his picture....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Why o why...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;seriously he is one&amp;nbsp;irresistible good looking man?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I read his bio earlier... and woah, he has gone a long way... multi-talented.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Oppp oppp... stop right there Lyleee....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;back to reality?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Its actually hard to try to avoid temptation, but Hey! Look at me, I'm "almost" at the end of my race?.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;psh...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my sweet decadent lover is waiting for me back in Manila...... Whoever you are!!! I hope its not... [murmurs to herself]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;am... sleepy, yet its only 9:26pm in Denver... if its Keystone it might be like 7pm? haha!!! but here in East coast its 11:26pm... I hope I wont have nasty dreams again. I &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate it when he goes to my dream? Come on... he is long gone? and he already moved on and has forgotten about me.. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;What gives?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ciao bella&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/cowmoos/romance/3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/cowmoos/romance/3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/62674624217634004-5641027372923703267?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5641027372923703267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5641027372923703267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5641027372923703267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5641027372923703267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/04/h-onesty-is-first-chapter-in-book-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s39/cowmoos/romance/th_3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-1643304575352493380</id><published>2010-04-18T21:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T21:43:48.505-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okey okey here's the deal... I can't seem to get over the fantasy of being treated as a "princess" a couple of hours ago I was at my cousin's house and I couldn't just get over the fact that his Husband "Dan" is just so sweet with her. I know physical attraction doesn't count as a factor (as others put it) he was just like a "koala" and I was so envious that I just hid it inside the realms of my colorful mask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dionefonseca.com/imgs/DisneyBabyPrincess002_cmh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.dionefonseca.com/imgs/DisneyBabyPrincess002_cmh.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I do admit that I miss being treated like a princess.... I remembered Sang Woo, a friend of mine. We went shopping that day and I had a shopping bag, then I just told him to carry it... And he was like, "Are you a princess?" and I instantly answered him "Yes" and so he just took it and he was cursing in Korean but he still carried it. [Pretty sweet actually] -damn I couldn't get it out my system anymore TT_TT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm listening to Phoenix right now at the radio, I am so enjoying the mood of this beautiful house right now. The quiet &amp;amp; peaceful ambiance, I feel so independent here and I have a wide space all just for me... but my other relatives are arriving in days... I'm sort of disappointed but what the hell... I can't have everything I want, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;n'est il pas ce droit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going back... I miss having a leech for a boyfriend... oh wait, let me rephrase that, I miss having a leech type boyfriend. But hey? Come on, I shouldn't even be thinking about this again.... (frukc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow will be exciting, I'll be meeting with my old friend Kaye; the last time I saw her was her 20th birthday of last year. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh btw, I went to New York today... I stayed at my aunt's apartment and surfed the internet-- took a nap and went with my cousin at her place a couple of blocks from that apartment... Ate yummy steak &amp;amp;&amp;nbsp;broccoli sprouts and some salad. Then after dinner, my aunt called already and told me to go back at the apartment already, so after dinner I bid my cousin good bye &amp;amp; thanked her for the delish dinner. Then went on my way, at first I was like just walking and just went on whatever street... then my right ankle started to get hurt [because I was speed walking trying to make a New Yorker pace] haha how&amp;nbsp;ridiculous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I packed up my laptop and camera we left the apartment and started walking to Grand Central to catch the train going back to Stamford. Uhh... we were so lucky that we were able to catch the 9:07 train, as soon as we got inside we passed by like 3-4 cars because she didn't want to stay in a noisy car and etc... So we ended up sitting with this young man something like may be 19 to 20 ish, looked like a Lifty from Keystone, same get up &amp;amp; all. [How I miss Keystone already]&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I felt that he was eying me from his peripheral gaze and also through the window (I mean come on he was looking outside, but it was so dark and couldn't even see anything because the train was too fast) Anyways, I guess he didn't talk with me because I was with my aunt... I was actually thinking of offering him a gum.. but my aunt was there... plus it seem awkward. [haha] lame, good thing I didn't do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;voir, I'm going to crash already... Need to get up early... may be to run some errand or something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao bella&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-1643304575352493380?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/1643304575352493380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=1643304575352493380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1643304575352493380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1643304575352493380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/04/okey-okey-heres-deal.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3457559319742210885</id><published>2010-04-16T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:50:41.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you save yourself before saving others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream doesn't seem to help me anymore, it doesn't take a way my emptiness anymore. I think I need to seek help, and I believe I'm ready to go to a psychiatrist. I don't want this hole to eat me alive...&lt;br /&gt;(My head just suddenly start to spin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later, I need to find the right outlet for my depressive state... I'm really scared truly, I'm scared to be alone and to live my life not being loved my someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can life offer to me while I work hard in surviving one? Its driving me nuts. I was temporarily stripped off from the people and things I love to work hard and earn hard and fulfill my lifetime experience that will change my perspective towards the&amp;nbsp;holistic sense of living in one. Material things are temporary yet we work hard in achieving to buy or get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://chrisglass.com/journal/images/2007/0613-life-instructions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" src="http://chrisglass.com/journal/images/2007/0613-life-instructions.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3457559319742210885?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3457559319742210885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3457559319742210885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3457559319742210885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3457559319742210885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/04/do-you-save-yourself-before-saving.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-6616155464009290764</id><published>2010-04-16T20:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T20:27:58.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my life just suddenly sank... it sank in a point wherein, I believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;my future&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't it just be simple? Why is life eating me alive, how can it be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Save"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was telling my aunt early since we had a talk, as soon as my internship ended: I had to plan ahead already for my future. Every single day that has passed, my life will just continue and I will continue to grow older... My short term &amp;amp; my long term goals should still be polished and be set into place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But now, where am I? Who am I going to be when I go back to my country? Will I be a snobbish person who would not look back on what had brought me to my current state?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is patriotism erased in my vocabulary already? Is it the end of my state of peace? It seems like I have a lot of questions inside my head that I couldn't even figure out anymore. In the first place, why is the word "satisfied" even existed if almost everybody wants to always excel and out do the last job. Life gets even more complicated while you continue living in one, I'm torn in between whether to pursue a job that I'm based outside the country where I was born.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel that I need someone already, I badly need someone whom I could talk to with this queries that is bothering me. &lt;/i&gt;But in the end, they say that "Your the only one who can help save yourself"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is reality check always keeps on knocking my happiness down... Is there a person who is happy in this world?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I do know one thing: I believe deep within my heart, that there is a God. The Almighty one who stays with us and whom He will not let us bring us down. All the riches in the world will not give you happiness, a problematic person is unhappy because he can not have what he "wants".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've recently reflected on myself that in life we should not buy things unless we really "need" it, if you can survive your life without having that certain "thing" it means you don't need it. Sometimes I want to ask the Almighty one, why he structured a man's life truly complicated. A lot of aspects in life should be put into factor that "this can not work properly" because of this and that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[I looked out at the window, and I see drops on rain sliding off the window. The sky is crying yet again.... after almost 5 months, this is the only time again that I saw rain]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I want to be honest will myself, I'm scared... truly and sincerely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm scared, whats next in my life? What should I do now already? Its hard to figure out whats going to be next in my life. Have I fully changed already? (took a deep breath)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[Its cold in my aunt's house, I'm at her entertainment room]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now, I'm left by myself again, getting fixated on how I'll run my life after this trip... The question stuck in my head now is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how should I face reality when I come back?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;My temporary escape has come to an end&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;As I arrive: how do I deal with other peoples questions?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;Should I continue to progress while others are stuck in regression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;I do not want reality to eat me alive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe that you exist, being a human down in earth is very complicated. A lot of sacrifices are made, too much heart ache and temporary joy are gambled. I will pray so hard for grace, Lord God I pray that I will find the right answers through you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-6616155464009290764?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/6616155464009290764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=6616155464009290764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6616155464009290764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6616155464009290764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-my-life-just-suddenly-sank.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-1432092320207851388</id><published>2010-04-13T23:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:24:29.428-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>I'm already in Denver, I haven't checked some stuffs lately... due to being placed in a townhouse with my other 3 friends; but the 2 left already so we moved in again at the main house. My two korean friends already left yesterday morning, and I feel pretty sad about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:[ I've really learned how to let go... and thanks to those two peeps, letting go and detaching myself with something you think you wont be able to let go? Did I even made sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two days; I've been driving around here in Denver and --- my driving skills are still good and not bad at all? :)) Plus, it was my first time to pump gas :p check this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Julia &amp;amp; David already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy... I think I'm not making any sense anymore... :[ flying out this thursday for NY; can't wait to see my old friend and my aunt plus my mom &amp;amp; brother in 1 week... :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao bella~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-1432092320207851388?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/1432092320207851388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=1432092320207851388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1432092320207851388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1432092320207851388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7595540017887476516</id><published>2010-04-04T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T00:36:09.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 days left- Good Bye Keystone</title><content type='html'>I guess I should feel euphoric right now, since this internship will be over and my hardship will be over pretty pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The experience I got here changed a lot in my personal&amp;nbsp;holistic point of view, I can't find the proper words to explain how I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm pretty sure, Its MIXED Emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moving in takes time, now moving out seems even harder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S7gwY6RZ-aI/AAAAAAAAANo/B2XwhkKIabg/s1600/DSC00309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="105" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S7gwY6RZ-aI/AAAAAAAAANo/B2XwhkKIabg/s400/DSC00309.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took this pictures just a couple of minutes ago, and now as you can see the stuffs are almost empty again a big hole is being placed in my heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a new chapter has closed again in my life. I feel sad, truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So where do I start again in my life? Everything seems to be like a scrambled eggs again. Where did I last stop? Right now, I just can't wait to be with my mom and a good old friend of mine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At night, I would dream of this random events and people that would just simply play inside the realms of my fake-world. But eventually I would just wake myself up, because I chose not to believe in nothing of it at all.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never give up, do not lose hope yet do not keep your hopes to high&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.&lt;br /&gt;Buddha&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/62674624217634004-7595540017887476516?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7595540017887476516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7595540017887476516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7595540017887476516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7595540017887476516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/04/4-days-left-good-bye-keystone.html' title='4 days left- Good Bye Keystone'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S7gwY6RZ-aI/AAAAAAAAANo/B2XwhkKIabg/s72-c/DSC00309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8516858431854744543</id><published>2010-03-30T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T01:58:47.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Keystone~ Hello Denver SOON</title><content type='html'>So, my last day of work will be on Avril 7'....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeeeeh; I can't wait... :D&lt;br /&gt;sooo excited, I just need to be more patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After Keystone- Denver&lt;br /&gt;-After Denver- New York&lt;br /&gt;-After New York- Manila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wait, from what I know... I'm pretty excited for Manila? Even though I don't really know what to expect,&lt;br /&gt;---hence, I don't want to keep my hopes way too high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are waiting for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;even Mr. Right Time?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;=giggles!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;too much euphoria in my head..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;head spinning,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yawn yawn,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;will be working tomorrow again.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm going to miss a lot of things here in Keystone,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hope I learned &amp;amp; applied a lot of things from this experience.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ciao~~ bella&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8516858431854744543?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8516858431854744543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8516858431854744543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8516858431854744543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8516858431854744543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/03/goodbye-keystone-hello-denver-soon.html' title='Goodbye Keystone~ Hello Denver SOON'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7567929081310261634</id><published>2010-03-25T01:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:24:15.838-06:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping?!</title><content type='html'>AMP!&lt;br /&gt;I went shopping with my boys today, gurr and spent ___ oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got a baller cap today, and mine was black so that its neutral and all, and The initial was "CR"== which is Colorado rockies.. Ohaha!! I just can't stop laughing why I chose it... It sounds like Comfort Room, but since Sang Woo chose it, let him be. The three of us got the cap, Our Group cappie. haha~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I actually bent it already :) haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S6sPadbWqYI/AAAAAAAAANg/P7EaRPEK-U4/s1600/new.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S6sPadbWqYI/AAAAAAAAANg/P7EaRPEK-U4/s320/new.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cute chick eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ffff~~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow I need to go back to old navy and return this ridiculous shirt that I bought.. ugh~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;ciao amigos &amp;amp; migas~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7567929081310261634?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7567929081310261634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7567929081310261634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7567929081310261634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7567929081310261634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/03/shopping.html' title='shopping?!'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S6sPadbWqYI/AAAAAAAAANg/P7EaRPEK-U4/s72-c/new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7492263382179361350</id><published>2010-03-22T00:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T00:49:05.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'>salut belle</title><content type='html'>My internship is almost over, which means: I'm going back soon in manila.... I feel a bit tense about me going back there, though originally I did leave a lot of stuffs back home and they were pretty much unfinish or may be it was just plain finish?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah, what the heck.. Anyways, I'm just playing around again with my thoughts and rather than just getting a good night sleep. I have a couple of random plans in my head and they're just floating and I don't really know when to execute it. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm... happy, even though it was short &amp;amp; simple again.&lt;br /&gt;-a side note: at work they said that I'm short but terrible, that I'm always just too strong &amp;amp; have this fierce attitude which makes me laugh because I guess its that obvious that I'm really a bully. Flashback; I just remember the days when I do it to yobo, awh I plead guilty on that. ffffffff~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel slightly happy, may be the fact that I'm going home? back to manila... and the sense of, just waiting for the right guy perhaps makes me more anxious about it. I may say that I'm looking forward about it.. though, I 'm not really hopeless but I believe or whatever he has gotten over me and is leaving his life peacefully with his new career and chosen path without me. My days are ending soon, a little waiting doesn't hurt, my sacrificial love for avoiding every scrumptious temptation has been set aside and thrown away. That being said, I am proud to say; I still have my pact to keep for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn~~&lt;br /&gt;the internship is almost over,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao yobo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7492263382179361350?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7492263382179361350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7492263382179361350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7492263382179361350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7492263382179361350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/03/salut-belle.html' title='salut belle'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8208489623298254964</id><published>2010-03-19T16:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T16:11:26.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is in Aspen</title><content type='html'>Im currently doing nothing right now, I am just typing away and is just playing.... with this fancy computer the hotel offers to us rigth now. Hahaha!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in awhile, I shall leave and will be off to the streets of this tiny town, and will take cute pictures :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, my cousin told me that when she was 22years old, she met her husband.... Hmm, pretty interesting light note though?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean that how many months from now I'll soon meet my future hubby? Awh! I miss my yobo, I dreamt about him.. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh psh, enough with the drama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8208489623298254964?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8208489623298254964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8208489623298254964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8208489623298254964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8208489623298254964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/03/is-in-aspen.html' title='Is in Aspen'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2634356385592117364</id><published>2010-03-18T01:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T01:37:17.892-06:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday me</title><content type='html'>is it really happy then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 22nd birthday to me then :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone special forgot to greet me... how sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to Aspen with my cousin tomorrow, hopefully I'll enjoy my alone time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2634356385592117364?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2634356385592117364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2634356385592117364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2634356385592117364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2634356385592117364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-birthday-me.html' title='happy birthday me'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4826810245968258642</id><published>2010-02-27T02:40:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T02:48:23.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seek and you will find</title><content type='html'>I was thinking a lot for the past couple of days, particularly about my life after my internship. How I'll be able to react with the change when I come back home. It seems too soon to be thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently: Incubus sound trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a pink head phone at the kitchen last 2 nights ago, and its a keeper ;) haha! Now I don't have a reason to buy a headphone or whatever, though I would like to buy an IPod Shuffle; its not that expensive about 50-ish bucks. A lot of temptations yet I will not drive myself insane from this allurement, "Resistance is not yet futile"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;smoking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sex&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clubbing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those are still preventive, its not something I will further venture upon my system. Its a pretty fit stern discipline, I'm damn sure that I'll be able to complete this pact with or without prize at the end of the race. Winners will always be winners&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;[awh, my lips hurt!!! the sides of my lips hurts.. its like a sore and I couldn't eat properly plus my chafed hands due to washing of hands with hot &amp;amp; cold]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;MY hands!! My used to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; color: #4d4e51; font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;pulchritudinous handsss!!&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;AHHH!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am dumb-founded again, I feel brain dead! I just forgot what I'm about to write!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[currently singing "are you in"]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;using the new &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; earphones&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&amp;gt; &amp;nbsp;I got home pretty late today, around 12:51am because I had to close the kitchen with my friend.. :s and its 2:36am!! I neeed to crash!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been so long since I've last wrote an entry here :( My head is so cramped; my thoughts are soooo occupied, and I am so unorganized!!! and I don't like the thought, I'm still stress!!! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how disturbing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ciao~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;p.s.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its a full moon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-4826810245968258642?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4826810245968258642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4826810245968258642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4826810245968258642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4826810245968258642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/seek-and-you-will-find.html' title='seek and you will find'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5093436092655396827</id><published>2010-02-24T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T01:09:44.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fyi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he dropped by again my apartment just to spread his wrath and irritation and childishness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.... =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want to kick his ass, the fact that I had to shave because he told me to... UGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though my legs now are smooth and silk like!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dang that guy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CHINA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- irritated!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5093436092655396827?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5093436092655396827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5093436092655396827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5093436092655396827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5093436092655396827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/fyi.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8073449090811754307</id><published>2010-02-22T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:26:20.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh whatta day!</title><content type='html'>AGH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just surprised today, my agenda was supposed to be grocery &amp;amp; post office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But then again, I was surprised..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I kept on playing in my head that I don't want to talk to him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and I'm not going to see him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and I will not talk to him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;BUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;When the bus pulled over at the corner of the post office&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I saw his&amp;nbsp;silhouette and was sure that it was him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So when he stepped up,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;unconsciously I patted the sit next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he was..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;and sat next to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I told him that I was going to the grocery, and asked him to go with me to the grocery.. but his plans maneuvered my day... his agenda was to go shopping: to buy himself a pair of pants at CK and buy his mom a bag at Coach... well he failed to buy him the jeans and instead I bought myself a bra from CK.. =( buhu! I'm happy with the new bra, though I feel regretful for buying it. T_T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was weird that it was only the two of us... uhm, sort of awkward but we didnt feel weird it was pretty mutual because we can look each other straight in the eye... though, I enjoyed yet I still uncomfortable hanging out and knows how he is.. and all... I still feel not so good at all. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hen I was saying inside my head &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is just great...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;all my plans are just ruined?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;=(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But still, I think I'm getting more irritated with him.. and will not like him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is just elementary, the fact that I think he just &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;see me as his sister / friendly girl friend...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;ugh... please?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't like this..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8073449090811754307?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8073449090811754307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8073449090811754307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8073449090811754307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8073449090811754307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/ahhh-whatta-day.html' title='ahhh whatta day!'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-1521518959153869339</id><published>2010-02-19T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:46:42.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>devastated</title><content type='html'>another desolating feeling again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not happy.&lt;br /&gt;:[&lt;br /&gt;I feel somewhat brokenhearted, but the fact that I shouldn't even be surprised..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure, I'm just going to forget about the extra feeling. I feel&amp;nbsp;humiliated that I'm not going to get back something, the fact that I need to just forget and move on.. another memory eraser for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to rote till' I get over it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-1521518959153869339?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/1521518959153869339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=1521518959153869339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1521518959153869339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1521518959153869339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/devastated.html' title='devastated'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7270256103668428865</id><published>2010-02-15T00:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T00:10:13.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy? Vday?</title><content type='html'>TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Is valentines, today was just a day.... a simple flat day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Didn't feel the love much in the air, but when I opened my email inbox I was just overwhelmed and felt that I am loved same goes with my cellphone... people did reply to my valentines message.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Plus my final contender is GOD: he sent me this message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ead1dc;"&gt;All is going according to plan. Trust that there is a bigger picture. Trust that life is unfolding as it should&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I guess &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am pretty pleased with what I'm doing so far, the fact that I went to church and enjoyed the homily. Which the priest explained about "sacrifices" that in order for us to change, &amp;nbsp;we take in every sacrifices we can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;St. Valentine was known for his sacrifices, though I'm not familiar with his stories... I bet God's message for today is for us to do our own Individual sacrifices our &lt;/span&gt;own willingly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;sacrifices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I may not be in-love &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;anymore, but I believe that in God's time I will soon fall in love and will be in love with someone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;"God's personal chosen one for me"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;In time I will be in good hands, and a couple of my friends back at home just misses me and wants me to go back already. I miss my friends &amp;amp; family, I know that a couple of things have changed and it can't be replayed in order to fix it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;(Sigh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Sooner or later, I'll be able to figure out who I am and what this experience will give me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Keep praying dear Princess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7270256103668428865?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7270256103668428865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7270256103668428865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7270256103668428865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7270256103668428865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-vday.html' title='Happy? Vday?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3322945573653343017</id><published>2010-02-12T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:15:42.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting in vain</title><content type='html'>I am most patient at this perfect moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning, and first thing I did was to go to the toilet and went back to my bed and picked up the bible and read through the scriptures that I didn't read the previous night. -_-) so shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally have figured out my two persona,&lt;br /&gt;one: multi faceted face of me, the chronic&amp;nbsp;emptiness&amp;nbsp;that they would mention of being too emotional.&lt;br /&gt;second: the pretend happy approach, that everything will just be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Truly, my disease has affected me inevitably. Or could it just be this "homesick syndrome"? If it is, what would I be coming home to when I get back to Manila?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;-friends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;-school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;-family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;-problems?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Highly a unlikable, to be going home when someone can't soothe my mild torments. Has my approach in life changed? very much...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;I don't want to fall, I take it aback.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;My friends and I were late for our class at the mountain, I feel&amp;nbsp;embarrass&amp;nbsp;that we were late... All the bad luck were with us that morning the lift operation was just too stubborn and a big hindrance to the plan. So instead we went back to my friend's apartment and we hanged out there until quarter to 3 to catch another class. We chatted, we ate lunch [my korean girlfriend cooked some hot ramen for us] after eating our early lunch, I fell asleep at my friend's bed and the two peeps = david &amp;amp; julia were doing computer and my roomie went back to our apartment to take a siesta... I want to stop what my thoughts are pushing me.. :{ But I can feel it, its almost the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;[I'm currently waiting for time again, my shift is at 5pm; and I agreed with Jon to exchange with my schedule... Internally I don't like the thought, but all I can do is be humble and agree.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Its a bit cloudy outside, which means a light snow would be going down tonight, I feel sad that I'd be closing on my own tonight at the kitchen. I'm not really in favor in my working schedule, though I'm trying to ease up with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Right now, I guess; I'll take a little nap and do some dreaming.. This rustic lifestyle up this mountains is pretty much not so ordinary but it really does soothe my aura.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;(I'll continue may be tonight or so, if I don't get lazy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3322945573653343017?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3322945573653343017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3322945573653343017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3322945573653343017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3322945573653343017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-in-vain.html' title='waiting in vain'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5876559770630897592</id><published>2010-02-10T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T01:41:47.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mars is twinkling at me</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So i look up at my window, and I see this very very small dot that is twinkling just straight me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Isn't it amazing how God can cheer us up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;Its funny how this day went, it was a steady and unusual day. Wouldn't actually believe that I would be watching "Twilight" again... not to mention, whenever I watch that movie I would just fall madly in love with Edward's character... even if its very fictional, yet "a girl can still dream"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Attending employee party [Fail]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Coloring my hair [Semi-Fail]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Buying ice cream [Almost-Fail]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ignoring someone [Totally Failed]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;I am really frustrated, I can't imagine how I will be able to function for the next few days... A little adjustment within my screws are definitely an option.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;This morning I watched some random incubus home videos at&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;and it was just hilarious&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;and cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;and plain fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;Its actually nice how you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;can learn a lot from&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;those random gags they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Honestly, I do miss having a boyfriend. I miss being able to care of someone I love. I know this situation is practically typical, yet after all I'm just a girl who just wants to find my &lt;i&gt;very own half.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my own brand of heroine..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;The fervor that I felt before, is just slowly fading away and I'm not sure how to stop it or to take control of it. Since I told myself that I will be letting it go slowly and soon. After this dream of mine, this temporary silence that I have kept myself; soon I will be facing my future [bites her lips and ponders]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;What should lie ahead of me? success? failure? happiness? emptiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;During day offs, I love giving myself a time off: take my usual pause and just lay on my bed and reflect on the things I should be preparing for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Thought on top of my head:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm scared&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;of being left behind.. of taking a new path.. of many things in short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Now 1 Corinthians 13 hits me hard,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Clearly, I'm struggling with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;=[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;purpose? what is the real purpose.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;what have I gained lately?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;God's messages have been very strong lately, his communications and messages have been very powerful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I chose to choose to stay with His will, and in my mind and heart I shall continue.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5876559770630897592?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5876559770630897592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5876559770630897592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5876559770630897592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5876559770630897592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/mars-is-twinkling-at-me.html' title='Mars is twinkling at me'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3516158384165150764</id><published>2010-02-09T01:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:29:21.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>free fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Today, a good news has arrived for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Me, as the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;employee of the month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hardly believed it at first, since I'm always a person of&amp;nbsp;in denial&amp;nbsp;and I guess I am a person who doesn't like praises- I prefer to be discreet and would just always hide from the truth. In reality, the person that I am from the start will still reign over the covered mask in front of me. Tomorrow is my day off, and I got enough hours for the week. Pretty much satisfied with it, yet I have failed to show the act of&amp;nbsp;contentedness&amp;nbsp;towards my roomie-- I don't want to be envious, instead I just want to be contented yet I have failed to show it. It is rather displeasing for me. :[ Should really pull up my act together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Haven't talked to the folks and friends lately, only my sister... I miss her so much, I cherish her very much since we've always bonded and have had a bad days together. Yet the fact that we are blood sisters I still care for her. I always to talk to her, and I was relived to know she is in good hands and terms with her life.. She was the one who told me, I should cherish my moment.. Which I will, since I am very thankful of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Never knew at all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I've been trying to avoid David, and I dmn sure don't want to mess up his relationship and would rather not fall for him. I know his charms makes me adore him, its unethically wrong. First, I do not want to go for a person whom I think is simply adorable by just being himself.. ahh.. Whenever he sings and humms it soothes me, its like his simple random serenade which he addresses to no one yet hits me straight in the beats of my heart. Uncertainty envelopes me, I don't really know what I should like about him. Hypocrisy is just not my option, but soon I would get over it since I can't blurt it out.. =( I know I don't want to abandon my views about love, yet I am left with no choice or so to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I guess, I'll have to be doomed not to like him- But I have an option:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;which is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I would close my heart from any tempting feelings such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;finding something nice about the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;gooey eyes &amp;amp; smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;the almost attractive stance they do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I'm almost hopeless with this love thing, since-- over and over again I keep on telling myself I couldn't shouldn't can't wouldn't fall in love with someone. I'm not saying I'm falling in love, but free falling with someone is just nice... and when its reciprocated back its even better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;I guess, I would just have to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;shun this feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;totally ignore&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;My life will never be the same, the panoramic view that I would used to enjoy with my life has already vanquished together with my treasured memory.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs24/f/2007/363/1/8/Free_fall_by_Coffea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs24/f/2007/363/1/8/Free_fall_by_Coffea.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;free falling?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;would you dare yourself from letting someone catch you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;I would, I believed in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;God will catch me in his loving arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;A verse to share:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"&gt;“[Thanksgiving and Prayer] We ought always to thank God for you, brothers, and rightly so, because your faith is growing more and more, and the love every one of you has for each other is increasing.”-&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=2%20Thessalonians%201:3" style="color: #ff9933;" title="2 Thessalonians 1:3"&gt;2 Thessalonians 1:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/62674624217634004-3516158384165150764?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3516158384165150764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3516158384165150764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3516158384165150764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3516158384165150764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/free-fall.html' title='free fall?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-1787607070676112328</id><published>2010-02-07T01:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T01:34:45.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>healing or not?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2557AhGlYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nR6_nNZkiWY/s1600-h/gih.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2557AhGlYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nR6_nNZkiWY/s200/gih.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;as you can see, my burn is almost to the scabby and I don't like the mark that it will eventually leave. ugh. huhu&lt;br /&gt;damn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;imperfection,&lt;br /&gt;sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;feeling depress again,&lt;br /&gt;a spontaneous mood swing is&amp;nbsp;occurring&amp;nbsp;at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I don't have a boyfriend, kkk~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need my doze of ice cream&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But I believe I need to lay low on the sweets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to really really sleep early and control my } insomniac ness }&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Superbowl sunday.... Hopefully it wont drain me out, ugh. huhu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep sleep princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed again of zombies, and yet again I am a slayer, hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-1787607070676112328?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/1787607070676112328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=1787607070676112328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1787607070676112328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1787607070676112328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/healing-or-not.html' title='healing or not?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2557AhGlYI/AAAAAAAAANQ/nR6_nNZkiWY/s72-c/gih.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4712734027483753504</id><published>2010-02-05T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:36:06.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>show me my edward :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So I hang out with David again and Julia, though Julia went to bed really early so again I went to stay at david's bed. I'm so bored that I'd prefer to fool around with him and laugh. We actually looked at the "Aman Resorts" and our favorite is in Utah "Amangiri" its a great grandeur #_#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hah, he is cute but... not like. He is not very photogenic, but lately I'm able to take candid pictures of him that is actually cute. [good for him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I like edward type&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/8647060.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/8647060.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;almost to perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;smart, thoughtful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;understands the person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;knows how to sympathize the girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;=pya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I like Edward. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Show me the edward&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;kkk~&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;work sucks... I'm starting to feel weary and tired with the routine. wah~ im starting to visualize already when I work.... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;When I get back to Manila, after my last semester at Enderun I'll do a part time job at Conti's.. Hopefully that will be exciting and helpful, as far as what I have gotten here in U.S. the speed, the styles and techniques they do in order to serve food quickly. :) The secret to "quick service restaurant" whew... I want to change outlets already...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;yawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;zzz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-4712734027483753504?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4712734027483753504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4712734027483753504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4712734027483753504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4712734027483753504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/show-me-my-edward.html' title='show me my edward :'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-6078157080952622364</id><published>2010-02-04T22:49:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:40:03.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>simultaneous indeed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2uvbX7mptI/AAAAAAAAANI/x2OmkJvkTuU/s1600-h/playfull.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2uvbX7mptI/AAAAAAAAANI/x2OmkJvkTuU/s200/playfull.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its -13 degrees celsius outside, and I am freezing now inside my room. brr.. but I guess its because I'm wearing sleeveless. [lol] I went to Julia &amp;amp; David's apartment to eat dinner and we cooked carbonara; I basically taught Julia how to make.&lt;br /&gt;We prepared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carbonara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salad with vinaigrette, and orange slices (plus honey)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grilled pork chop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always David enjoyed the food, he is such a kid. A perfect example of a pervert, he loves looking at breast; especially when I stay in his bed and we hang out he would look at girls picture and would just stare at breast. Good thing he doesn't say anything about me, or else I will kill him. (haha) Though he is adorable because he is so playful and thinks so&amp;nbsp;reckless, though he has some downsides that I really don't like about him=&amp;nbsp;One time he went to a porn site to show me something. ugh. perfect pervert.., but its cute whenever he listens to what I tell him. [hah] Awhile ago he told me to be friends with pretty girls so that I will be pretty- then he continued for me to be more pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HAH] Total dead \\ reaction, then awhile ago he told me I love you.. obviously it was a joke.. But according to julia [he never tells that to his girlfriend] haha! then he said again your so pretty pretty.. and I was just dumb founded that I ignored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he dropped by at work awhile ago, because he went to the H.R. to pick up something and I joked if he will wait for me; then he said "how long" -- yet again I was - o_o) He waited a good 30mins for me and we went home together, he didn't whine and he also accompanied me at the H.R. to pick up my SS card. [too good to be true?]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;No malice intended, pure goodwill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or not?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;But I'm pretty sure, I don't like him..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe I fancy him, a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But nonetheless he is a big turn off, whenever he talks about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;other girls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the fact that he has a girlfriend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am currently enjoying the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quiet surrounding, NO TV no Jon.. just pure lone time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also realized that, "I do not have a chance with him anymore" -- I'm starting to think pessimist about it. At the end of this road, its either I win or loose without getting any prize anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My batch of cards seems to suck, do I just wholeheartedly give up and take defeat and retreat for cover? I guess, it has long been decided? I have lost from start to finish.. [Nevertheless, my purity will not be given up easily]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2uufOu1UUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ioFx-8veFPE/s1600-h/bumbdu+004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2uufOu1UUI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ioFx-8veFPE/s200/bumbdu+004.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2uux3gQGdI/AAAAAAAAANA/nh4c662dowc/s1600-h/fu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="163" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2uux3gQGdI/AAAAAAAAANA/nh4c662dowc/s200/fu.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I cut my finger for the first time, and its quite a slash with a sort of deep cut (it can actually talk) I know its sounds disgusting, but its honestly true. Haha!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Its very amusing whenever I'm playful, though now I'm very tempted though I don't really want to go for it. Since someone will get mad at me :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sooo. awhile ago, the guy I sort of dig was driving the green route.. and STILL.. he still looks like a "guy next door" ugh.. hmm, hopefully I could meet him. :[ The blonde guy doesn't seem to entice me anymore. :p I'm going for the brown haired one :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;BUT!!! Someone else still reigns over them. ehem ehem.. lets not forget about him. :)) haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;“For the word of the LORD is right and true; he is faithful in all he does. The LORD loves righteousness and justice; the earth is full of his unfailing love.”- Psalm 33:4-5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-6078157080952622364?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/6078157080952622364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=6078157080952622364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6078157080952622364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6078157080952622364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/simultaneous-indeed.html' title='simultaneous indeed...'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2uvbX7mptI/AAAAAAAAANI/x2OmkJvkTuU/s72-c/playfull.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5401940339887795699</id><published>2010-02-02T23:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:30:11.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesting, so I lost my payslip receipts today and plainly sucks... should have placed it at the locker. Good thing its direct deposit, uh.. (huhu) now I have to ask the H.R. for a big favor of printing at the receipts of my pay checks for record purpose. Buhu~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so God told me this today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="dialog_body" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;God loves you with the very air you breath, the very light that touches your skin, the very ground that supports you. Love is everywhere, - melt your barriers, and you will have love in abundance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dialog_body" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebsqart.com/Art/Gallery/acrylics/190498/166/164/exhausted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ebsqart.com/Art/Gallery/acrylics/190498/166/164/exhausted.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My head is pumping extra blood again, everyday I would go home to my apartment and a sudden rush of headache will just hit me. (either because of: horrid smell from neighbors, imbalance sudden change of temperature)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="dialog_body" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pretty deng exhausted.. seriously..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drvino.com/img/icecream.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.drvino.com/img/icecream.gif" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need ice cream at the moment,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;a little of licking of ice cream would be nice. [yum yum]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ice cream will change everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;every lick will change everything&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;sweet&amp;nbsp;irresistible goodness&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;savour the sleek&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;salivating at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would definitely need to buy ice cream soon. Pretty soon.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm going now.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll be reading my devotions in awhile. :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I finished the book already, not a good ending.. (cliff hanger) hate those kind of ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;[wants an amazon kindle soon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;I went snowboarding today again, with Julia. XD and conquered some mountain trails, it was quite overwhelming and my knees and thighs hurts the most at the moment. :D Pretty satisfied with my performance today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5401940339887795699?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5401940339887795699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5401940339887795699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5401940339887795699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5401940339887795699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/interesting-so-i-lost-my-payslip.html' title=''/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-1723763988690857067</id><published>2010-02-01T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:15:52.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incapacitated by the Truth</title><content type='html'>incapacitated:&lt;br /&gt;oh babe. I am so going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of going skiing tomorrow, if I wont get a slot for ski school I'll go snowboard. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2fCJCdHE3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/96xWVMVVDnw/s1600-h/burn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2fCJCdHE3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/96xWVMVVDnw/s320/burn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;You have to see this burn: it has gone worst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to view my previous post and check my first burn (preview)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't you love my title?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;which is true, and I just don't feel happy. I'm about to finish my book, and I want an amazon kindle soon. :D I am so tempted to buy a new book again. ugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sleepy, have to wake up early tomorrow,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I want to finish the book now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tata~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;gotta bounce now.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-1723763988690857067?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/1723763988690857067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=1723763988690857067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1723763988690857067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1723763988690857067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/incapacitated-by-truth.html' title='Incapacitated by the Truth'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2fCJCdHE3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/96xWVMVVDnw/s72-c/burn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-1433895129117968431</id><published>2010-02-01T01:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:42:31.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>change in the hope of changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'll stop pretending for awhile, I will try to be honest and true: one thing for sure.. I have not conquered my over sensitivity. Everyday I pray to the Lord that I could be healed with my my own cancer, its been an&amp;nbsp;epidemic and it has swallowed a number of victim with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Truly I am mortified..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel that I am indebted with this ordeal, terrify potential companions with it. I just feel a shame with it, they think of me as someone else [weird, abnormal, unattractive] when they have finally see through me they start flying away. As soon as they have finally figured me out, they go straight out the door and run, and give a reason for leaving..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Obnoxious&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Though the fact that I am faced with the statement "I shouldn't care less" -- as if I am doomed with not even applying how I felt. Its either I piss off or they would have to leave the room without saying anything. I'm actually hard to be figured out, its slightly on purpose but it gives a certain thrill when somebody would dare to initiate to un puzzle you out. Then when all my defenses are done and disarmed, thats the time I get attacked and get a hit really big..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;I hate being compared to, especially when someone starts giving me a stereotype already... Thats why now preferably I show 4 different spaces when I'm in front of the audience. &amp;nbsp;I would show them 4 different&amp;nbsp;persona, in which it will be harder for me to be tackled and be unzipped from the whole casing of being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I want to tell myself I want to quit, on the other hand: I prefer to be safe. To be the wall flower and be not tackled and scavenged for.. Not now.. not today or the following day. Instead, preferably when my true love finally finds me successfully.. I would be so grateful of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2aRpGGCYWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T87Zckn90BI/s1600-h/mkrrmo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2aRpGGCYWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T87Zckn90BI/s320/mkrrmo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm feeling tired and sleepy: and I look like this;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Im almost done with the book, best believe I can finish it in one seating now... Albeit I feel like sleeping now and just napping and drift away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;laters..&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/62674624217634004-1433895129117968431?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/1433895129117968431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=1433895129117968431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1433895129117968431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/1433895129117968431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/02/change-in-hope-of-changing.html' title='change in the hope of changing'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2aRpGGCYWI/AAAAAAAAAMI/T87Zckn90BI/s72-c/mkrrmo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8193603575702052379</id><published>2010-01-30T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T01:06:21.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The clutter in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have finally realized that I am a disorganized person, it starts through my mental capacity of storing information... (although it was pretty much intact before.) buhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Back in Manila some of my stuffs are pretty tidy, but some are just pretty cluttered: books, paper, ballpens and all those&amp;nbsp;unnecessary&amp;nbsp;stuffs that are hanging out in my study table, bed, closet, shoe containers and more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I actually feel bad, that I'm starting to also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;apply it here in U.S. which I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;want to try&amp;nbsp;omitting before it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;gets worst?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Today, I burnt my arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;with a very very hot baking sheet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;my roomie laid it on the table top&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;not knowing I will bump it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;because of the order I was trying to finish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;) I was pretty upset (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I don't know who to blame for it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;It definitely would leave a mark, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2Pjz36-wZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yFOmSGcBu5E/s1600-h/burn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2Pjz36-wZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yFOmSGcBu5E/s320/burn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;absolutely looks terrible on my fair arm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The baking sheet came out&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;from a 425 degrees fahrenheit oven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Try to imagine how gruesomely hot it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't bewail or whimper since, &amp;nbsp;was in a rush of completing the order of ticket. Plus, I &amp;nbsp;did tell myself to not yammer about things anymore..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;gawsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm in my sixth chapter in my book already, and I am really delighted with the story line. The fact that it keeps me reading it more and, gives me a bit of reflection towards myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;God is truly amazing for showing me this kind of book. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm pretty much trifling at the moment, I've got to kick the old bed now. Sleeping in this bed makes me lonely for some odd reason, but I guess I need to suck it up for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I tried fooling around with this cool website: where I could learn languages, and I started off with Japanese then German. Its fun and hard... and at the end just got lazy and ate dinner and read the book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;Pretty much a day for me. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;P.P.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;It was really busy at work today, that by 4pm I wanted to go home and rest and slump back at my bed and read my book. But before going home I had to finish some tasks, and ate my breakfast and lunch at around 5-pm... The ticket just wont stop (I guess more hours for us, which is good) Whatta life I tell you, during my shift this morning after settling down and opening the kitchen and keeping some par stocks at the refs, I was awed- bewildered- blown away by the 11 top (11 covers) at 11 in the morning.. ugh. This is work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;And now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #674ea7;"&gt;The baby will rest.. bonne nuit&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/62674624217634004-8193603575702052379?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8193603575702052379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8193603575702052379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8193603575702052379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8193603575702052379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/clutter-in-me.html' title='The clutter in me'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2Pjz36-wZI/AAAAAAAAAMA/yFOmSGcBu5E/s72-c/burn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8948387904312005601</id><published>2010-01-29T00:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T01:02:26.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloodless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So here I am... forcing myself to type. For a couple of days, I haven't been active in my blog to the fact That I am so lazy at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Picture this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2KUu4cZ1iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pNtxpbU3UYM/s1600-h/lzy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2KUu4cZ1iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pNtxpbU3UYM/s320/lzy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am typing while not looking at the screen, so whatever i am typing im not actually seeing it. Soo... I took a picture of me a couple of minutes ago. Just so you could see what I look like... and now Im sitting up again and forcing myself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;nice... no errors?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I went out today, to get my money order for my rent for the month of Feb and payment for internet and TV. After doing that errand, I went straight to the Bookstore called: "Borders"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ever since, I love going to bookstore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;it gives me a good vibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Being a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Reader..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But the fact that Bookstores used to be&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;my&amp;nbsp;rendezvous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;But that was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So I actually got a book, and I would say its a good buy. It actually took me an hour and half, just to get to choose the "perfect read" and I am thankful that I am successful. The book is called: "The Lock and Key"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm enjoying it at the moment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm already on my third chapter, though..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I actually fell asleep awhile ago because I was tired and sleepy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I fell asleep around 5ish or 6ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I woke up at around 9:40pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;And now, I'm off to bed again.. I have work at 9am and will wake up early so that I could eat breakfast and read a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;My roomie has been a couch potato ever since I arrived from my&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quiet day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;And I am actually happy, though when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I was looking around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the bookstore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;the warmth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;and peacefulness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;made me cry.. and just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;a handful of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;sobbed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I GUESS I'm still not&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;cured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;with the emotional thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so bothered that I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I have a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;mental disease..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8948387904312005601?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8948387904312005601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8948387904312005601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8948387904312005601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8948387904312005601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloodless.html' title='Bloodless'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2KUu4cZ1iI/AAAAAAAAAL4/pNtxpbU3UYM/s72-c/lzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4925298555885846216</id><published>2010-01-26T01:51:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T11:08:38.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Pact?</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;currently watching Aus Open, and Celic and Roddick's last match...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;deng I'm so dumbfounded at the moment... My mind just stopped, my thoughts just actually paused. [w-TFudge]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;{is checking out her facebook}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am so side tracked right now, I was suppose to write about my "pact" with someone... though its more of an&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;unspoken pact&lt;/i&gt;, whats on my mind? the fact that I don't to even want to talk about the details of it, I'm guessing I would have to deal with it sooner or later. "Hope"--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;the feeling that what is wanted can be had or that events will turn out for the best:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; display: inline; font-family: Georgia, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.25em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;to give up hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I was telling myself that maybe I could wait.. may be I shouldn't? When somebody tells you not to "await" or "assume"? should you believe the person?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;who calls for it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daym... I want to know... but like what I said earlier, its unspoken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;(commercial: Roddick lost)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kelbogos.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/andy-roddick-03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.kelbogos.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/andy-roddick-03.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he actually does have the bod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(what else do you expect, from a tennis player?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I saw my ex-crush's photos, daym.. He is just plain handsome, ugh. Its a shame we stopped talking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thats the word, I can't "rely" on him... my ex-lover is relinquished from me, and I don't even know how to get him back. Or should I say: I may never get him back at all anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Awh, will I grow old and prune skinned? and ALONE? no one to love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jacksonvillemag.com/blogs/media/blogs/Specktator/grandma_lee_drawing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.jacksonvillemag.com/blogs/media/blogs/Specktator/grandma_lee_drawing.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;wah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I hate this pact&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I just really don't like it. I agree with God... I just need to listen to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Will go ahead and sleep, not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-4925298555885846216?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4925298555885846216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4925298555885846216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4925298555885846216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4925298555885846216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/unspoken-pact.html' title='Unspoken Pact?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8992169013502357261</id><published>2010-01-25T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T02:31:14.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack me up'</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;okey my roomie just offlined me a message and I believe its a YM-blast thats why I'm included but: daym... I think this will get you off the hook of your chairs. HAH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #741b47;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #741b47;"&gt;3 Corny Pick-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;up Lines:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Pwede pahiram ng eraser mo ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasi 'di ka maalis sa isip ko.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Aanhin ko pa ang gravity, kung nahuhulog na ako sa iyo.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Click mo na Facebook ko, at iki-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;click ko rin 'yung sa iyo, para click tayo.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;I'm a bee, can you be my honey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;I lost my number. Can I have yours?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Ice ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Crush kita, okay lang?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Meralco ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasi kapag ngumingiti ka, may spark.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Tapos na ba exam mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Para ako naman sagutin mo.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Alam mo, mahilig ako sa darts pero hindi ako magaling. Kasi I keep missing you.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Favorite subject mo ba Geometry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasi kahit anong angle, ang cute mo.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Aanhin pa ang damo, kung sayo pa lang may tama na ko.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Gusto mo ilibre kita ng Gatorade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasi kanina ka pa tumatakbo sa isip ko.&lt;br style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;" /&gt;Pwede malaman kung anong oras na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;wbr style="-webkit-box-sizing: border-box;"&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;Kasi tumitigil ang oras kapag katabi kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cool-retro-tshirts.co.uk/tshirt-images/Wacky%20Races.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.cool-retro-tshirts.co.uk/tshirt-images/Wacky%20Races.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you noticed I place a picture of the "wacky races" pretty much an old school cartoon I used to watch in "Cartoon Network" actually a Hanna Barbera cartoon. REALLY old school, but I find it amusing because I get to reminisce it and think about a little of my childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;[Darn, its pretty lame seriously but... guess what I think I'm riding this wagon of crack me up korny jokes. The fact that MOST likely a Filipino made these up.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;another nice few thoughts from God:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes, even the parts that hurt, even the ones that are feeling disease right now. It's alright to love what is in pain. More than alright, that's exactly where your love is needed the most. So why not touch that part that hurts and smile at it, at yourself through it, and whisper: ''I love you.''&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm guessing God is truly testing me, how much I could resist a nice looking photograph, or its more like a delicious looking ice cream placed in a bowl. nom nom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;So, I saw blonde turquoise&amp;nbsp;eyed boy.. and he is mighty... uhm (yeah) something like that, ugh ugh... [eraze ze thoughtz]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pardon moi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;I'm really touched by God right now, it feels like I feel my relationship with him is growing and I am sincerely happy with the result of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;It's just a shame that some people that I care about still doesn't let God lead their lives, and I want them to know that God is just there and He will truly help each and one of us. I am happy, and moments ago I was talking to my dad and it feels good again. My cousin too also messaged me that he might go to colorado soon, and also my friend "Shoji" spontaneously messaged me in facebook.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;is truly a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;he sheds me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;and warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;The message awhile from the mass was that: God gives us the following, something that we can easily remember about him. He brings us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;T- Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;H- Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;I- Inspire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;N- News&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000;"&gt;G- Grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8992169013502357261?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8992169013502357261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8992169013502357261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8992169013502357261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8992169013502357261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/crack-me-up.html' title='Crack me up&apos;'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-131135914150532700</id><published>2010-01-24T00:11:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:06:43.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friend''s silly message:</title><content type='html'>So one of my friend's sent a message in Facebook and she "Blast IM'ed" it to everyone, and can I just say almost all her friends and most of them are close friends. I wanted to eavesdrop what they were talking about but never mind. Anyways it was about the horoscope and it's title was "Accurate Horoscope for 2010" and mine goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;PISCES - The Partner for Life&lt;br /&gt;Caring and kind. Smart. Likes to be the center of attention. Very organized. High appeal to opposite sex. Likes to have the last word. Good to find, but hard to keep. Passionate, wonderful lovers. Fun to be around. Too trusting at times and gets hurt easily. VERY caring. They always try to do the right thing and sometimes gets the short end of the stick. They sometimes get used by others and get hurt because of their trusting. Extremely weird but in a good way. Good sense of humor!!! Thoughtful. Loves to joke. Very popular. Silly, fun and sweet. Good friend to other but needs to be choosy on who they allow their friends to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I would definitely try to be humble about it, since I'm pretty sure that I'm not that "popular" though, I love to care a lot... and when I say a lot, its absolutely a lot... to the point that it sometimes gets me into trouble and get hurt. For the past few days I have been trying to focus myself in one thing, and that is God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm actually getting better at it, and what i would usually do is, I would pray internally and would try to understand whats happening in my life. Most of the time, I would just pray; while brushing my teeth, while sitting down in the royal throne, while working, cooking, eating breakfast. I would say that most of my time, I spend it with God. I'm far from being sad now, maybe the right word now is: &lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Placid"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I sometimes care less now about whats going on, though I still take time to understand the situations that surrounds me, one instance is that I don't find the "Guy" interesting anymore; I'm thinking because he doesn't show interest therefore its a sign for me to lay-off of him. At the same time, I also realize that I can't like David, since his like a brother and my&amp;nbsp;neighbor&amp;nbsp;and from which the commandment says: "Though shall not commit adultery" and now I find him like a brother and a very charming one, the fact that he has a girlfriend. (so out of my league)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sob sob.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everybody has a relationship nowadays,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;everybody is also&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;breaking up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;I guess you could say that I am envious, very very envious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But The fact that I need to stop and not even think about it, I get cold feet about it. About thinking of loving another person? Though I have one in mind, and his back in Manila and we stopped talking already. The fact that he is trying to find his way back into his education, its a bit tricky also... Being shown his true feelings and having a hard time delivering it.. then.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Poof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;There you go.. its as if he too got cold feet.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;My ex-lover told me, not to wait for him or even leave a love spot for him since I don't have assurance from him. I know he is right, but its not necessarily that I'm going to leave it for him, but instead I just want to take my time; and maybe let God's chosen one find his way to me. As painful as it sounds, I will slowly be able to stand again. I just can't give my purity away to anyone else who is not worth of staying and keeping me till the last, end of story.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"&gt;Truly, its a shame:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;that nobody will be able to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;enjoy my company&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my own likableness.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God has his own plans for me, and I am excited for it. My only problem at the moment, is work and its unjust actions and stunt that they are trying to pull towards us. We ain't stupid and we know what they are trying to do..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BUT!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will continue to pray about it,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will not whine but instead, I will accept it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;In return I will show them good relation and a satisfied person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;Let's not forget about God's Message for today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;"&gt;All too often loud events and daily busyness cloud your vision of God. Take some time to slow down; let there be silence, let there be peace. Calm your mind and let your inner voice re-emerge from the silence. Allow yourself to see visions, allow yourself to dream dreams; and you may hear the voice of God reaching out to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sn't this funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's about dream, can I just say..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Lately, my dreams are a bit odd..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;And I am not able to control it even it its fictional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Even in my dream, I am haunted..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;That he doesn't Love me, the fact that the girl was in the dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My life is a shame.. I am soo haunted and I couldn't do anything;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;because he doesn't love me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;rebukes&amp;nbsp;me. scorn. nuisance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Too much turmoil to handle, even in dreams. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I guess Love has totally have gone out of the window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'M GOING TO DREAM BIG NOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;sleep tight&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;beautiful princess me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.perryandtsua.com/Lodoss/Deedlit/Deedlit_sleep.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.perryandtsua.com/Lodoss/Deedlit/Deedlit_sleep.JPG" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Never mistake motion for action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ernest Hemingway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kirbysrainbowresort.net/multimedia/pictures/kss/sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://www.kirbysrainbowresort.net/multimedia/pictures/kss/sleep.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;current mood:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-131135914150532700?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/131135914150532700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=131135914150532700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/131135914150532700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/131135914150532700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-friend.html' title='My friend&apos;&apos;s silly message:'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2911115817364641523</id><published>2010-01-23T01:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T01:26:07.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He who sees me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;as always, God has given me a beautiful message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I see you strong and whole. I see you blessed and prospered. I see you courageous and confident. I see you capable and successful. I see you free from all limitations or bondage of any kind. I see you as the spiritually perfect being you truly are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I love it when God is very thoughtful and he tries to make my day beautiful and so to say, my night... I am always captured by God's grace and beauty, he would always capture my heart's desire.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #e06666;"&gt;I'm afraid of people who would try and hurt me, especially the pervert that I would always encounter in different places. I know he is evil, and he is testing my patience; one thing for sure is that God is protecting me and I am shielded by his gold plated armour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;My Knight in Shining Amour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;- he was gone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;But he was replaced&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;by one and only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marilynstowe.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/knight-in-shining-armour.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.marilynstowe.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/knight-in-shining-armour.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marilynstowe.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/knight-in-shining-armour.jpg"&gt;Reference:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;It feels good to be romanced by your creator, he never fails to make you smile and do simple things that could uplift and enchant your delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Like a pint of Ice Cream or a handsome shuttle driver who knows where your going and will assure you that he will take you home safely and will bid you a "Good Night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;speaking of which, that shuttle driver is very gorgeous I think he is my new liking.. (awh)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;erase thoughts again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I can't like someone unless it's God's chosen one for me.. bu hu~ its okey to look but not taste.. [ugh]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;I guess I'm going to enjoy sleeping in awhile, since I was able to talk to both my siblings today and knowing what has happened to them lately. Truly God has not forgotten my request.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Thank You Lord God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I Love You&amp;nbsp;insuperably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;à bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.s. I love my ami also..&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2911115817364641523?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2911115817364641523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2911115817364641523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2911115817364641523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2911115817364641523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/he-who-sees-me.html' title='He who sees me:'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2913357152207117712</id><published>2010-01-21T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T15:16:00.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The green pea hater in ME</title><content type='html'>First and foremost.. I have always hate green peas... and that is serious, I really don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;buweck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AIpoSWdDpiw/SxxcmXHd-2I/AAAAAAAAA14/ETGwtgiw8H4/s1600/12-6-2009+5-31-48+PM.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AIpoSWdDpiw/SxxcmXHd-2I/AAAAAAAAA14/ETGwtgiw8H4/s200/12-6-2009+5-31-48+PM.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm watching Food Network: Everyday Italian, and the recipe is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bake Orzo with Fontina and &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Peas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Orzo ( Rice Shape pasta )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mozzarella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Mushroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Garlic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Shallot (baby onion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;parmesan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;(Peas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sauté shallots and garlic clove in olive oil and add mushroom, leave until brown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boil the orzo until al dente&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drain orzo, add mozzarella, parmesan, peas and add the garlic-mushroom mixture.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Place in porcelain rectangular baking sheet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top with parmesan and bread crumbs and bake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dessert: Semifreddo: soft ice cream like (italian)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Egg yolks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;lemon zest, lime zest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Berries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Pistachio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mix: Whip the cream and sugar (set aside)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In bain marie: (water bath) add yolks and sugar, set aside when mixed and place in ice bath to cool down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After cooling down, fold the cream in yolks. After folding, add berries or zests of lime or lemon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Settle in rectangle or square pan, place cling wrap and dump the mixture and place in freezer for 8hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After 8 hours, check and place in platter and top with pistachios or honeyed almond and slice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/gourmetfood/1/I/y/C/Plum-praline-semifreddo500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://z.about.com/d/gourmetfood/1/I/y/C/Plum-praline-semifreddo500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/gourmetfood/1/I/y/C/Plum-praline-semifreddo500.jpg"&gt;Reference:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd like to try that soon. :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shower time. XD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2913357152207117712?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2913357152207117712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2913357152207117712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2913357152207117712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2913357152207117712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/green-pea-hater-in-me.html' title='The green pea hater in ME'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AIpoSWdDpiw/SxxcmXHd-2I/AAAAAAAAA14/ETGwtgiw8H4/s72-c/12-6-2009+5-31-48+PM.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2231227116014130952</id><published>2010-01-21T03:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:43:32.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okey?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So I was wondering... and wondering... yet I just couldn't find the answer to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current facial expression is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96odqhPVGTw/SpYTv_GZ95I/AAAAAAAAAgI/jviN6L2_NIo/s1600/Monkichi.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96odqhPVGTw/SpYTv_GZ95I/AAAAAAAAAgI/jviN6L2_NIo/s320/Monkichi.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Like seriously? WTF... he talks to me the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;suddenly flies out of the room.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;whispers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ugh..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am just baffled by the thought of (poof)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Anyways, it was another interference again. OOOOH! I WANT TO SHOUT. I want to say "I want to give up" but heck I wont....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My roomie is snoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sooo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;LOUDLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hate noise. or snore. ore grinding of teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;His snore is really deep and it sounds&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;like a long fart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;quite disturbing at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Its taking away the momentum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;of me getting&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"awed"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;by what just happened&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;a couple of&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;hours ago..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;distraction&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;disruption&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bonne nuit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;P.S.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;My lips are getting dry.. haven't been kissing for awhile, hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and my bruise got bigger and darker.. WAH!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2231227116014130952?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2231227116014130952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2231227116014130952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2231227116014130952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2231227116014130952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/okey.html' title='okey?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_96odqhPVGTw/SpYTv_GZ95I/AAAAAAAAAgI/jviN6L2_NIo/s72-c/Monkichi.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7298336222073276884</id><published>2010-01-19T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T22:09:02.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's lovely message:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The quickest way to find love is to give love. If you want it too badly, you will not find it. The most secure way to keep love is to give it space and care to grow. If you hold it too tightly, you will lose it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ouch?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;haha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I'm kidding, but its pretty funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;[I am not thinking much about anything that has something to do with boyfriends now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;yawch!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Anyhoo, we did snowboarding today... and &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;oh my ggooooshh. I have lots of bruises now on my knees.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;=(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S1aPLPBgVTI/AAAAAAAAALo/22MZJkr8voU/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S1aPLPBgVTI/AAAAAAAAALo/22MZJkr8voU/s200/DSC00116.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;spot the discolored skin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;ugh, now I placed a&amp;nbsp;liniment&amp;nbsp;a my bandage for&amp;nbsp;rheumatism&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S1aPrcEZ1ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/ArW98YZe56M/s1600-h/DSC00105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S1aPrcEZ1ZI/AAAAAAAAALw/ArW98YZe56M/s320/DSC00105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Its fun and crazy.. wild should I just say! here's a picture of me, well I look pretty noob and unpretty. :[ I'm with Julia here. fun fun... and yeah, God did show me a miracle.. and gave me snow and made me enjoy my time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;-till next time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7298336222073276884?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7298336222073276884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7298336222073276884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7298336222073276884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7298336222073276884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/gods-lovely-message.html' title='God&apos;s lovely message:'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S1aPLPBgVTI/AAAAAAAAALo/22MZJkr8voU/s72-c/DSC00116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3036508207546689090</id><published>2010-01-17T23:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:01:42.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capricious-ness</title><content type='html'>I just remembered a random thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What if cancer's cure was LONG found ever since?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;do you think their just trying to hide it for more more money?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;which means "malignant or growth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had a [ stomach spasm ] after sneezing and it was pretty painful, I guess I'll be having my period soon. Interesting isn't it? That we have silly questions yet people would think its pretty ironic and senseless... Currently watching &lt;i&gt;Superman..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;interesting isn't it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Its actually a blasphemy:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;They consider Superman as the Savior&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--as J.C.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and as for Lex Luthor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;he is &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who wants to conquer the world.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;but ofcourse he fails..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;evil will always fail..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's a random insight I just thought about just 10minutes ago.. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was trying to find a "purity ring" and I never knew it was that --- Expensive (buhu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm checking out some wedding gowns at my other tab: and here are some gowns I think I would like to wear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplayView?storeId=10052&amp;amp;catalogId=10051&amp;amp;categoryId=-49976986&amp;amp;currentIdx=5&amp;amp;subCategory=-49998493|-49976995|-49976986&amp;amp;catentryId=6135654&amp;amp;sort="&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Dream Gown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplayView?storeId=10052&amp;amp;catalogId=10051&amp;amp;categoryId=-49976986&amp;amp;currentIdx=84&amp;amp;subCategory=-49998493|-49976995|-49976986&amp;amp;catentryId=6109349&amp;amp;sort="&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;Simple Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;--&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.davidsbridal.com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/ProductDisplayView?storeId=10052&amp;amp;catalogId=10051&amp;amp;categoryId=-49976986&amp;amp;currentIdx=81&amp;amp;subCategory=-49998493|-49976995|-49976986&amp;amp;catentryId=6092775&amp;amp;sort="&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;The Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels nice to be thinking about marriage, its a wonderful state of mind.. thought its a bit disturbing now; that I can't really plan it with someone.&lt;br /&gt;[erase erase]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will continue to watch superman.. :] Handsome~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à bientot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't care about the fishes in the ocean.. I want you!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-awh~ I know its so hokey, but I like it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3036508207546689090?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3036508207546689090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3036508207546689090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3036508207546689090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3036508207546689090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/preventive-or-corrective.html' title='Capricious-ness'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5474945063430771446</id><published>2010-01-15T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:58:05.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accident?</title><content type='html'>: (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could justice be "always" be served? or not at all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a pity isn't it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since God is GOOD: &amp;nbsp;He from above will help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through dusk... to dawn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5474945063430771446?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5474945063430771446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5474945063430771446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5474945063430771446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5474945063430771446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/accident.html' title='accident?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2186447152263783740</id><published>2010-01-15T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:48:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Baby!</title><content type='html'>So....&lt;br /&gt;today we watched: S.Holmes! And personally I think its a good movie, the director "Guy Ritchie" is actually Good!! (hoot hoot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/hellosanrio/monkichi.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.freewebs.com/hellosanrio/monkichi.bmp" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think... I would like to have a boyfriend with same traits and intellect like Holmes, he's just incredible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ I'm watching CSI and could not concentrate in my blog ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;awh man... I feel so monkey like today, I want to cuddle cuddle right now, and I'm like a silly girl again playing like a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw a really really discounted snowboards.. pretty interesting, too bad I can't buy it. Boo hu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what to write...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I believe I would have to rest now and yet again visit cloud 9. But before that I think I'll read my devotions and talk to God. -- and read my "Captivating"... I would have to renew my thoughts again and review my thoughts again. Plus its getting late again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;unoccupied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;what should I do right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have a new project:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;make a document about me; something that would include my own "personal stereotype"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;interesting right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I should be crashing again,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;nothing much to share now... :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2186447152263783740?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2186447152263783740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2186447152263783740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2186447152263783740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2186447152263783740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/monkey-baby.html' title='Monkey Baby!'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-88183921076548369</id><published>2010-01-15T02:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T02:28:52.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Effervescence:</title><content type='html'>Yup:&lt;br /&gt;correct you are, I feel "bubbly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(awh) God is truly amazing, I saw him awhile ago- sandy blonde&amp;nbsp;turquoise&amp;nbsp;eyed lad. [yeeh!] uhm... erase erase, I know I can't.. I simply can't truly truly.. ugghh He looks pretty hot. (grin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my day off with the 3 folks, We might catch "Holmes" ---- exciting!! [sincerely I am]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be crashing soon, my roomie is still awake and is planning to sleep late again. Such child like, never listens to someone older than him. Pretty enraged about his attitude...&lt;br /&gt;Will go ahead now, I'll have my quiet time before I sleep- while my roomie is watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I've been controlling myself to not be a "whiner" and lately I've not been too "sarcastic" my roomie is starting to irritate me; I'm feeling a snarl coming up my nose just thinking about it. Though I try as much as possible to restraint myself. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- the princess is crashing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jamesaconrad.com/images/S-B-Henry-Meynell-Rheam550x367.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://jamesaconrad.com/images/S-B-Henry-Meynell-Rheam550x367.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hello dream realm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Romeo o Romeo; wherefore art thou romeo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?&lt;br /&gt;Deny thy father and refuse thy name;&lt;br /&gt;Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love&lt;br /&gt;And I'll no longer be a Capulet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; font-style: normal; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Romeo: A thousand times good night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand times the worse, to want thy light.&lt;br /&gt;Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books,&lt;br /&gt;But love from love, toward school with heavy looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;act 2 scene 2: R &amp;amp; J&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;buona notte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-88183921076548369?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/88183921076548369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=88183921076548369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/88183921076548369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/88183921076548369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/effervescence.html' title='Effervescence:'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8770566245096728767</id><published>2010-01-13T23:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:08:30.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo o Romeo?</title><content type='html'>- O dear romeo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Juliet &lt;/i&gt;would usually say it like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help my self not posting a blog for a day, I guess I have gotten accustomed to writing my daily thoughts in this virtual "space" that I have... Pretty Neat; if you try to think of it. Though I have one problem, lately I've been losing my trail of thought, and can I just say... I loose it pretty quickly and abruptly that I couldn't even remember what I have just thought of. [oh dear]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I saw one episode of &lt;i&gt;Romeo x Juliet &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;The show that I try not to get captivated with, because it truly has embark a feeling inside of me. sob sob. -- The Episode was about Juliet being held captive in the house Montague and was placed in the dungeon by Romeo's father and be exiled because of her fate, family feud against two houses. The Anime version is pretty far---different from the book so; please excuse my story if it sounds weird. But ofcourse, Juliet's caretakers would not let that happen that is why they "she was rescued" and so did Romeo did... [eurh] I'm scared of watching the ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it might be too sad, that I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(too emotional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I'm trying not to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;jumping to a new topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had our F&amp;amp;B class today at the mountains: fairly high high mountain: 11,000 + ft of elevation. It was good day, woke up early to ride the "gondola lifts" and but of course my roomie is such a scardey cat afraid of heights... and Has finally realized that I am also "mean" like how my close friends would perceive me, How classic..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;" a sweet person like me "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;could be considered mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S06y9DRj8zI/AAAAAAAAALg/vjcE67IqJrM/s1600-h/youthere.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S06y9DRj8zI/AAAAAAAAALg/vjcE67IqJrM/s200/youthere.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the contrary,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not being mean. I'm just giving two sides and&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you find it offensive should it be my fault?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;or should it be the person's prerogative how they would accept it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[tsk tsk]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I guess thats what he gets, since he doesn't respect me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as his senior.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nah... &lt;/i&gt;I'll just pray for the kid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he's a bit confused with his life and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;he's a bit too dramatic at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel so relaxed today; drinking all those different wines from the "wine class" -- was just too nice and can I just say "fancy".. The wine was just right, and the cheese, air dried ham and crackers were just right with the perfect mountain climate. [how relaxing] After that, we also ate at "Timber ridge" &amp;nbsp;cafeteria style dining hall, haha~ didn't finish my food so I took it home [seriously getting scared of getting healthy and chubby wubby]... and I ate it for dinner. It feels nice that I was able to relax today!! When we got home, there were a bunch of kids doing BBQ at the grill and were hanging out and enjoying the warm temperature. [it was pretty awesome, too bad couldn't hang out with them] ugh... :c &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I need friends: other than Carlos, Jon, David and Julia... ugh.... [Sandy blonde turquoise eyed]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S06wpZX5KOI/AAAAAAAAALY/V0PdG_tc0Sk/s1600-h/colorado+009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S06wpZX5KOI/AAAAAAAAALY/V0PdG_tc0Sk/s320/colorado+009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*after getting back from class and all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got bored and I did this. Thats placed on my ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So that whenever I see it, it will make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and remember that someone loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know its cheesy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So bare with me :p&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I also made my roomie, haha! [just for fun]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;(side note: I just closed the window of Romeo x Juliet; so that I could treasure the episodes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;I'm considering to read the book; and more like of sleeping... but I guess I could crash now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;à bientot&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8770566245096728767?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8770566245096728767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8770566245096728767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8770566245096728767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8770566245096728767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/romeo-o-romeo.html' title='Romeo o Romeo?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S06y9DRj8zI/AAAAAAAAALg/vjcE67IqJrM/s72-c/youthere.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-6320713285482750592</id><published>2010-01-12T22:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:15:56.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gah!! my head hurts!</title><content type='html'>something to read and pray about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: helvetica, arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dear Lord, I thank you for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning.. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me. Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over.. Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -- to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak.. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those who are lost and can't find their way. I pray for those who are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those who will delete this without sharing it with others. I pray for those who don't believe. But I thank you that I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in Your hands for You to fight.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my prayer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amen..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa206/bibijorge/clouds.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i202.photobucket.com/albums/aa206/bibijorge/clouds.jpg" width="192" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;I'm pretty sleepy now and my head hurts... =( I'm thinking of not blogging for a couple of days, I'll have to concentrate in my faith right now. At the same time I think God has a hidden message for me that I slightly have figured out. I need to do the things only for Him and Him only, one God one belief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;No more sadness for me, and anti-emo for me at the same time. I need to do good for the sake of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ead1dc; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #666666;"&gt;I love you.. my Lord and my Savior [closes her eye lids]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-6320713285482750592?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/6320713285482750592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=6320713285482750592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6320713285482750592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6320713285482750592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/gah-my-head-hurts.html' title='gah!! my head hurts!'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-644082592233546281</id><published>2010-01-11T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:49:35.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shallow or Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;So I was thinking why are my messages pretty lone, so here is my today's message from God:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've been worrying too much about the future lately. So tonight, go ahead, put your faith in God, and just have a peaceful evening and a restful sleep.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;This is pretty off again, why is it that my messages are pretty intact and almost like He is really listening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;wah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was such a "fluke, fate"---- That I saw him today [sandy blonde blue eyed], in my day off~ waaah! I can't like him, ugh. I feel so frustrated, well I just find him adorable and thats just about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;agh! I have found a diversion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;study a couple of phrases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;continue reading some classical books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;talk less about relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I need to be more nicer, I'm really serious... [&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;I think I need to give way to people and try to be more friendly and talk less and speak less about my thoughts at the same time]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm going to sleep in awhile, and will be talking to God again. :] I miss God and want to be romanced by my fiance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I uploaded a picture:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wMX6TQTmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bETROFpdEOU/s1600-h/colorado+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wMX6TQTmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bETROFpdEOU/s320/colorado+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-644082592233546281?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/644082592233546281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=644082592233546281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/644082592233546281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/644082592233546281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/shallow-or-hollow.html' title='Shallow or Hollow'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wMX6TQTmI/AAAAAAAAAKo/bETROFpdEOU/s72-c/colorado+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-7403374108109297800</id><published>2010-01-11T22:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T23:36:13.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keystone-Breck Off-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;We spent a good day today and we had lots of fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wYSxNr8HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Tt_9FxdU9BQ/s1600-h/colorado+083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wYSxNr8HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Tt_9FxdU9BQ/s200/colorado+083.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;We went to the slopes today but failed to go Tubing &amp;amp; Snowboarding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Ate at mountain house and took nice pictures of the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;SAW him.. and it feels nice. :] good looking man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And we ate STEAK!! Nomnomnom... :] I'm so full!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Julia and I just wore sweaters today, and Breckenridge was Nasty C-o-l-d! Good thing we survived! AND good thing I didn't wear ballet flats!!! AND WRONG Boots! ugh. But I'd love to go back to Breckenridge again, its a nice town :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;it was nice that we went around the rockies today, even if we weren't able to do our activities. BOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wGosl7NeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R-wxcMFBjAY/s1600-h/colorado+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wGosl7NeI/AAAAAAAAAKg/R-wxcMFBjAY/s320/colorado+076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wXywmo06I/AAAAAAAAALA/pFaLZ5dZ4lg/s1600-h/colorado+073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wXywmo06I/AAAAAAAAALA/pFaLZ5dZ4lg/s200/colorado+073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;here are a couples of pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-7403374108109297800?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/7403374108109297800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=7403374108109297800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7403374108109297800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/7403374108109297800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/keystone-breck-off-day.html' title='Keystone-Breck Off-Day'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0wYSxNr8HI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Tt_9FxdU9BQ/s72-c/colorado+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2559202990184077908</id><published>2010-01-11T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T01:21:08.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a quick message:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;God's message for me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Always with the same person, but deeper and deeper every time. Each time on a whole new level you together open in love and discover the truth of your beloved anew. There is no limit to the beauty of your beloved. If you think you've reached the end, stop generalizing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;Its's pretty romantic of God to think about me, too bad this message is a bit off for me right now and I feel sad but I try to be more eager in waiting and take my time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;random thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;I want to go to Disney World with him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;How pitiful that we planned so much for our future together but in the end we didn't make it through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11px; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I'm happy and I will continue to be happy, and I will take things light and will concentrate in work and will continue again to plan ahead; like what I mentioned in my previous posts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martialedge.net/images/stories/kendo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="174" src="http://www.martialedge.net/images/stories/kendo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;I'm not going to be a hypocrite but I will be the new person, a more sweet person. Should I be less violent now?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm really going to wait; for God's chosen one. &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;and I'm pretty excited&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;God sent me a new message:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;“In my anguish I cried to the LORD, and he answered by setting me free. The LORD is with me; I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?”-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Psalm 118:5-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;How truly affectionate the Lord is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-I feel so romanced.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Good night,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the sweet princess&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;shall fall deep into sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2559202990184077908?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2559202990184077908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2559202990184077908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2559202990184077908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2559202990184077908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/quick-message.html' title='a quick message:'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2079474309305414698</id><published>2010-01-10T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:34:22.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>accept or decline?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I opened my daily devotion today and I landed with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose self control&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"and it says..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am a spiritual being...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;After this body is dead, my spirit will soar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I refuse to let what will rot, rule the eternal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose self control. I will be &lt;b&gt;drunk &lt;/b&gt;only by "Joy"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be impassioned only by my "Faith"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be &lt;b&gt;influenced &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;only by &lt;b&gt;God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will be taught only by &lt;b&gt;Christ&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I choose Self-Control&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Today, I just want my quiet time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I went to ride the early bus going to the church, it was peaceful and serene and I took a couple of minute naps. Before the mass started I was one of the few people who arrived really early, I took the time in engaging a quiet moment with God. By the way today was a feast of "Jesus Christs's&amp;nbsp;Baptism&amp;nbsp;by John". As the people slowly trickle down the church; majority of the people who attend were couples. They were old and their skin were prune like, I noticed one detail all of&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;the couples were &lt;i&gt;still sweet &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;with each other. My hypothesis is that God is in their &lt;b&gt;hearts &lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and it gives them warmth &amp;amp; love each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The church service is pretty simple and same as always at the same time it ended early. My roomie caught up he was a little late and sat at the back row. When we rode the bus, I instantly fell asleep and took the chance of power napping, by the time I realize we were almost in Keystone I told him I'll take a walk and he could stay and wait till' it stops at the housing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Tis' was a quick cold walk and gave me a good feeling and vibe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;[Gotta work]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;will continue later&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;-&lt;i&gt;work&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today was just slow and the orders weren't that picking up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The three of us were just plain bored and it felt like we were just wasting time.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My co worker wanted to go home already because he felt bored and it was just plain slow for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Which was actually true, I went home pretty early today. I was suppose to leave at around 6pm? But instead he&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt; made me go home&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;And now, I'm just plain sleepy; since my roomie is not yet back&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I might as well take a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;well deserve rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;Tomorrow is our "Day off"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;and were planning to go snowboarding,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Finally~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;À bientot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;will just take a nap for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2079474309305414698?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2079474309305414698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2079474309305414698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2079474309305414698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2079474309305414698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/accept-or-decline.html' title='accept or decline?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-799141845023869507</id><published>2010-01-09T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T23:57:57.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passe avant, passe arrière</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;an advance or retreat by crossing one leg over the other; also passe' avant (forward cross), passe' arriere (backwards cross).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm again&amp;nbsp;wistful, but I have great plans ahead of me that I have clearly thought about and will try my best to go about it. (I can smell orange scent in the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready! I'm going to cross decide on something, I wont do anything to break my vow or something that I have said before and a swore from someone. But I will have a new arrangement in my life, and this will be a different one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that even far away from my house, I still could not find my inner peace... Something is bugging me and I will have to find it soon before I crash and die. I'm not waiting for a miracle anymore, instead I will just have to deal on what I have at the moment. I will not get jaded with this things.. the&amp;nbsp;anomalous feelings, and yes I would have to agree that I am getting accustomed with this independence in me. I'm afraid to say that I'm pushing myself to be somebody else now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye..&lt;br /&gt;L.A.S.S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Ben Barnes is seriously gorgeous he makes me want to go n-a-k-e-d.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;spicy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-799141845023869507?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/799141845023869507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=799141845023869507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/799141845023869507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/799141845023869507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/passe-avant-passe-arriere.html' title='Passe avant, passe arrière'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5027020042770097545</id><published>2010-01-09T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T03:37:36.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>En garde</title><content type='html'>the title means: "On guard" a term used for fencing.. I enjoy speaking "en Françsaise" and soon I'll concentrate in continuing my lessons. (wouldn't want to go to waste right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept awhile ago, as soon as I finished typing my last post [ugh] I slept too much that I had a hard time waking up in the afternoon. Good thing I still had time to pick up my laundry and made my lunch (semi lazy) Well had to wake up early and apply for our "social security number"... can't believe I'm already working... and dang taxes (eating half 1/4 of my salary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, work was again tiring. closing the kitchen with Jon is sort of a pain... its a bit disturbing that he is s-l-o-w for a man, he is way way way too meticulous and its a bit irritating because I should be the one who is more meticulous than him... [breathes deeply] We had soo many tickets of order to do, and "idiot" co-worker didn't make a back up of rice for my shift, thats why we had to make new one and paused for several minutes and had to catch up with all the orders... AGH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is pretty random:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but I took 4 shots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with my 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;winter hats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0hZeDeBZSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VM76VFZz0hg/s1600-h/winter+hats.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0hZeDeBZSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VM76VFZz0hg/s320/winter+hats.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;felt like being vain thats why I took this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wonder which looks best?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;continue'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;owh, what a night... Good thing tonight is the LAST night of partying for the college kids... The Rowdy bunch of Kansas University! I wish them all the best, I didn't feel that some kids were even serious with their studies- judging by how they act in public... ugh!! Lately I get so tired from working late and cleaning the kitchen, whenever I work alone. I tend to be practical and plan which parts I'd have to do first and continue later on and finish just on time... But&amp;nbsp;whenever&amp;nbsp;I work with my roomie.. [seriously different story] His speed is way way too disadvantageous for him as a man... and its just not right for him to be too detailed whenever your "manager" wants you out of the kitchen immediately.. and he'd just say this &amp;amp; that... [whew] life is pretty complicated, thats why we'd always have to "face it" fight with courage &amp;amp; honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yawn.. my tummy is growling, its 3:30am and my work is at 11am. &amp;nbsp;I ate a light dinner again, wah! I &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;need to stop drinking &lt;span style="color: #bf9000;"&gt;mountain dew, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I think my blood is already yellow because of it. haha&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:] gorgeous isn't it? I barely notice the time and date lately. I'm still stuck in trance, and a couple of good looking man have been showing up lately.. tsk tsk.. God first and Jesus owns me. Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;[yawns]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;opens her eyes..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;until tomorrow,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;á bientot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5027020042770097545?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5027020042770097545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5027020042770097545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5027020042770097545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5027020042770097545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/en-garde.html' title='En garde'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0hZeDeBZSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/VM76VFZz0hg/s72-c/winter+hats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-3061508427349654475</id><published>2010-01-08T09:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:56:37.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Message for me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;How unjust of this message... HUHU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;Today I opened the application and this is what I get. Buhu!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;You've carried the guilt, the shame for long enough. You've kept your wounds open for long enough. The time has to come to let go, to heal. Keep the lessons and let the pain heal. Yes, you know what we are talking about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;waah. sob.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm going to take a nap. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-3061508427349654475?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/3061508427349654475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=3061508427349654475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3061508427349654475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/3061508427349654475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-message-for-me.html' title='Today&apos;s Message for me:'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2159348718516123522</id><published>2010-01-08T03:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T04:04:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tantalized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm currently listening a cover by a "French Boy named Remi from YouTube" and I almost couldn't believe that he was French... his english and voice is simply amazing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tantalized&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The perfect word &amp;nbsp;in describing whats running in my head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0cRB7cwI8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/YByVrWQzv80/s1600-h/nff.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0cRB7cwI8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/YByVrWQzv80/s400/nff.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today's passage from biblegateway is:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal;"&gt;“Seek good, not evil, that you may live. Then the LORD God Almighty will be with you, just as you say he is. Hate evil, love good; maintain justice in the courts. Perhaps the LORD God Almighty will have mercy on the remnant of Joseph.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal;"&gt;-Amos 5:14-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm so touched by God right now that he wants me away from harm and evil deeds, and truly I will not do anything stupid anymore. (As far as how I will try to hold upon it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Its pretty late and I'm not able to keep my new year's reso.. huhu! I'm going to be good and I'll give my best efforts to contradict the bad elements that could hinder me in progressing my faith &amp;amp; love with God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today was just insane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a co-worker from Keystone was trying to hitch a college student, which is a guest, quite&amp;nbsp;disgusting... he was a perv.. gross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I cleaned all the plates, and cleaned the whole kitchen... How Tiring.. That I didn't even eat dinner or even, pee... well I slightly drank water and that was it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My co-worker at the&amp;nbsp;kitchen&amp;nbsp;was just not working right... [had too much commands again] ASDFGFG @#!##$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Went home pretty late and had to wait for the shuttle and had to go through that horrible ride and saw an actual pervert Live... waaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;please continue to guide me and assist me through out this journey that I will be doing. I do not want to be a lost sheep... You are my&amp;nbsp;Shepherd my Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;catch you later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;my fingers are starting to get hard.. :( and I'm very worried about it, since I don't want to get&amp;nbsp;arthritis, I seriously do not want my hand cracking hard. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2159348718516123522?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2159348718516123522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2159348718516123522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2159348718516123522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2159348718516123522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/tantalized.html' title='Tantalized'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0cRB7cwI8I/AAAAAAAAAKI/YByVrWQzv80/s72-c/nff.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-8246598731518629393</id><published>2010-01-06T11:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T10:20:01.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>où sont mes vertus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;My blog title means: "where are my virtues" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-style: normal;"&gt;Today I checked my facebook and this was one of the application that I usually read. I don't really believe it but its quite controversial since they say its about "God" I don't know how they base it but- I try not to believe (slash) believe. So my message today was:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Message from God to me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Love is either unconditional or it's no love. You might like someone conditional on their personality or behavior or circumstances. But love accepts no boundaries. So never say 'I love you because', for love has no cause, love comes from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel semi doomed that; from now on I won't be saying "I love you" sincerely to someone.. :c Wistful, henceforth God is with me. Like a Juliet with Romeo, Elinor Dashwood for Edward Ferrars, Bella with an Edward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Mind me not for I feel companionless for now. Now now, I shall live worth and cover every endearing moment I have at hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Today at work, the college kids were still partying and tomorrow will be the last night; well technically should be since I think and hopefully they'll go back to Kansas. Majority of the 1,700 students came from Kansas University, my guess is that most of them are rich kids since education here is pretty way way expensive and I find it ridiculous that the government and the private school price it that way. The fact that "college grants" are pretty hard to find and get accepted; the education system here in U.S. is a bit bias. (Only rich people could go to college?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;au contraire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The kids who doesn't go for a college education; what they do is "work" their asses and can I just say: &lt;i&gt;really really work. &lt;/i&gt;They could even handle 2-3 works? [whew] I'm just thankful that I'm earning and I pray that my hours wont cut me short, my parents were telling me &lt;b&gt;again &lt;/b&gt;to use my paycheck... and I really don't want to :c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;going back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Some college kids were just idiots, bringing a fake a I.D. ? never would have known or thought they would really do it and to think "they'd get a way with it"? Too bad we didn't stay, the music was nice and I felt like dancing crazy, but I remembered I couldn't [squeeze bodies with 6 ft'ers] they are really really huge that they could easily make a stampede and would really kill me plus my claustrophobia issue . The fact that a flock of them are here in Keystone; they make business go good :)[boo hu] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Tomorrow I'm going to work late again, and seeing the Ïndian's face would totally irritate me more.. (err) the fact that he'll get more hours again, how disappointing.  Well he is sort of getting in my nerves thats why... command this.. there.. where.. WHY COULDN'T HE HANDLE IT HIMSELF? A BIG LAZY GUY, AND COULDN'T HE REALIZE IT? DENGGIT' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I'm sorry, I'm a bit piss at him for making us do everything, while he do the major tasks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;like gawd.. I just hate people who makes me an underdog... [pif]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We had a couple of drinks; I bought vodka vanilla at the liquor store (good thing I am 21, yehey! and soon turning 22 how sad) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So yeah; I used coffee so it became like a coffee liqueur; Jon got so much stomp'd &amp;amp; stone'd that I think he took almost 8-10shots, after that he said "ayaw ko na" and said that this wasn't for him and God didn't made him drink... (and all) he puked again at the toilet and fell asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If it were my friends... but sadly they aren't here, at least he did fall asleep and went to bed early. I find it gross that I puked and took out all the alcohol out inside of me, I had a plastic bag on my side and I think I slept a couple of time... infront of the plastic bag... I'm planning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;To permanently / temporary not drink [JANUARY 6'09] Lets see how long I could handle this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Its a hideous feeling afterwards, like right now I can still myself spinning and my world spinning. The alcohol does you bad, and good thing JON IS NOT MY TYPE and will never be.. I think if there was a decent guy here I'd get laid with that person and give up my "vow" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I can't do that, its just plain crazy..  and would not give in easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;its a bit cold today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;[its 9:31am, -13 degrees celsius outside] my upper body is chilly and my legs are sweating because they are inside the sheets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel stupid that "Evil" pushed me again to sent him a message last night, while I was tipsy.. I couldn't even remember what I said... owh goodness alcohol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I ain't going to swear but, I will try to really avoid Alcohol next time.. err..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'll go back to sleep, I feel miserable now that I actually messaged him something and to think he didn't read it.. I'm guessing its her. [I feel soo ashame right now]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I feel that I should be extra strict with myself now, since I'm sensing God is goading me or sort of telling me to "stop".. and God is right; I need to stop. Look at this passage:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;“Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God.”- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?version=31&amp;amp;search=Ephesians%205:1-2" title="Ephesians 5:1-2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;Ephesians 5:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I only love God right now, aside from a couple of people whom I cherish the most. But I think I'm doing something bad and unpleasing toward his eyes, and as his child and Jesus's fiancée I need to &lt;i&gt;damn stoked stop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Going back to rest, and try to reflect on the things I have done.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;No one to control me, I'm like a lion unleashed in the city...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;too vile, mad, uncontainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; "&gt;I can't get carried away with this freedom..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dear God,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Please guide me again, I don't want to be a lost lamb in this wilderness. I don't wan't to be eaten by the "fox".. or be tortured by any loathsome beast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-8246598731518629393?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/8246598731518629393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=8246598731518629393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8246598731518629393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/8246598731518629393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/ou-sont-mes-vertus.html' title='où sont mes vertus'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4280056724581113164</id><published>2010-01-06T00:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:13:01.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignore me Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ninjavspenguin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/first-kiss_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 504px;" src="http://www.ninjavspenguin.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/01/first-kiss_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#551A8B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.technologytranslated.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/11/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I woke up late today and I decided that I should:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;eat lunch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;took a bath&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fixed my bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so did I do that, after doing all those tasks... stayed in my bed and read "Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet"- I was reading the original version, a bit confusing since the verses are in old english and very Shakespearean [But I find it really interesting] but suddenly I got a bit sleepy while trying to read it. (that only meant that the book wasn't too enticing for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I remembered I had a dream this morning, but I forgot the details of it... what I can remember though is that: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;my sister and I had a house, and it was a really nice house. Modern with French Windows.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC6600;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;I'm starting to grow sleepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I have a random thought about dreams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That they always have stories, (personally mine does) and it would always try to tell me something but I just couldn't figure it out. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tear drop.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Work today was so - so, had a couple of ticket and they were long orders... XD but with my "powers" and my patience for Jon, we were able to get all orders done... :D (whew) Good thing Jorge (the nice mex- manager) made us close early, and I was able to get at least 6 hours still. Wouldn't want to work late with all those nasty "college students" seeing them drink and get drunk eventually? seriously... wouldn't dare to stay there late... :| nasty sacry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;I ATE CHEETOS AND ICE CREAM TONIGHT: ITS PRETTY FUNNY: I MEAN... AT 11PM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;:( HUHU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I'm planning to buy one bottle of Tequila, I think I'll have alcohol for a bestfriend soon. :| since I haven't seen my friends lately, and haven't drunk much... My roomie is just plain boring and childish... and I can't take it anymore, its like living with a kid.. which is absolutely true, but I need to hide it... well I'm not pretending, I also too do not find partying not fun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Haven't seen him for awhile, the adorable sandy blonde lashes and blue eyes.. [ignore ignore] my shift doesn't make me see him. [hmp]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The other guy in my head makes me want to think about him, but I can't I don't want to be a villain. (not fair) Pretend that I don't like him, could that work?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;need to plan more about it...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I'm assuming that I would have to divert my attention again, and the point that I would have to REALLY REALLY FIND A thing to keep me busy and not think of nothing that would contribute about people....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;-I need to cut it short..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;I'm a bit horny and sleepy. haha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;disturbing thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;zzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;á bientot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6633FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); 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"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What else is next? this is ruining my plan for the year, I need to do something before its too late again. X( such disgrace I commit upon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:small;"&gt;Mind me not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:small;"&gt;I am in not thinking right at the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:small;"&gt;I am pretty much upset today, since my grocery bill took me by surprise and that could kill me... since I just took out money from the bank= the fact that the cashier lady forgot to give me my grocery receipt, made me more angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;After doing this, I will crash and would pray slowly and careful... and will try to meditate on the things that I have done for this day alone, and may be I should account the following days to come. &lt;i&gt;I should not attract temptation nor allure no one.. The fact that it is one of the sins I have done makes me feel worst; though I was able to cut through and punched a thin line. (whew)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;touché gorgeous lyle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was playing around with the new camera earlier and it amazes me how people tend to be so vain and over themselves? [Whenever I do it... I find it hard to appreciate my beauty]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I seriously find it difficult to identify&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;which part is beautiful within me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;a line kept on running on my head today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;"what such beaut" ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It sounds so heavy that, I'm not sure if I am capable of accepting it. (puzzled) All I can do is just show my appreciation.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;ANYWAYS!  I tried to take a couple of pictures... and I wasn't in favor in some of them.... grr, but I took this and save this. :] for some weird reason, I accepted it... XD [insane]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238);  font-style: normal; line-height: normal; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0Lk0kZzyvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sUzevqhasSU/s320/puppy+baby.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423148493083757298" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 263px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;I look like a puppy, isn't it? HAH! damn, thats why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;personally I only categorized myself as beautiful only &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;Cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;sob.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;{&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the fact the he regarded me beautiful and pretty makes it sound nicer and acceptable}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I remembered that we passed by the library today: and its pretty enticing... I feel like going and visiting the local library. :] Looking forward for a trip one of these days. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I'm listening to incubus again, Brandon Boyd never seize to disappoint my solemn heart. (heart pounds swiftly); I'm trying to find the heart in liking the "Light Grenades" album. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;moods:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;sleepy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;back ache (pain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:x-large;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I despise girls who are too naive and are being too over themselves and enjoys too much of themselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But its a pity if you have a chronic disease that makes you one: &lt;br /&gt;"Vain"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm sorry but I can't stand some... I just don't show it; especially on men.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[goosebumps]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tonight: its -9 degrees celsius, pretty warm... :| that Im wearing shorts and sleeveless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P.S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I JUST SAW A SHADOW IN THE WALL FROM MY ROOMIE'S SIDE; AND IT WAS LIKE QUICK AND IT WAS ON STANDING POSITION; BUT I COULD HEAR HIM SNORING RIGHT NOW!!! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:sans-serif;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;WHAT THE CRACK: CREEPY...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/62674624217634004-6040709566701760418?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/6040709566701760418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=6040709566701760418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6040709566701760418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/6040709566701760418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-be-vain.html' title='Why be Vain?'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S0Lk0kZzyvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/sUzevqhasSU/s72-c/puppy+baby.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-5762557834179452395</id><published>2010-01-03T23:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:52:39.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cravingideas.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/08/resistancemonster.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I felt like a zombie this morning, till this afternoon: then as soon as the moon shed... I instantly changed my mood, its pretty gudanculous. As soon as he stepped in the kitchen I felt nothing at first and I didnt show it in my appearance, but I think my heart skipped a beat again.. I feel remorseful at the thought that its only a (crush) and there is no hope on it. His face is something new as to compare to majority of the boys I try to measure up. Its irritating that my co-worker told him that it was the first time that I smiled for the whole day.. [cover fail] sob: I think I need to stop liking him...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so tired lately, for the past 2-3 weeks we only have one day off. Which I think is great, since more hours of work for us :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My head hurts at the moment, our kitchen smells seriously bad... It wreaks so bad! That it smells like: a really really spoiled raw ground beef mixed with cardamom and star anise...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My head is spinning right now... and I am totally in a awkward mood.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I guess its not a good day: since we forgot to attend church :| &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;How incorrect and unethical of me to forget the day? This is impossible, can you even imagine that? Working is like your stuck in trance and you've forgotten what has happened outside your world. (duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I miss the Philippines, I couldn't even remember my normal routine? I have my bed as my  boyfriend, how ridiculous could that get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;all I could do is weep, imagine a girl just pouring her tears with no emotions and sound coming from her mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm tired of being, over sensitive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I need to cry so hard and shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to pour out this pain in my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I need someone to care for my again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I don't want to be left in the dark anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to apologize if I am too showy, frank&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Even my co-workers know my personality, and I don't want to kill my cover. :[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;current mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;listening to music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I'm suppressing my tears at the moment, and it couldn't stop it... could you imagine a person being plagued and could not find the medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;I want to give up, he is right; I should stop.. should just stop at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;My chest hurts so much right now, I have no one to talk to; except for God. I am practically impaired, it feels sad that I do not have the right.. nothing at all again. No I do not want to find pity from others, I'd be better be off wounded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;ayaw ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://cravingideas.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/01/08/resistancemonster.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 346px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-5762557834179452395?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/5762557834179452395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=5762557834179452395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5762557834179452395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/5762557834179452395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/zombie-me.html' title='Zombie me'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-4939094616807179115</id><published>2010-01-03T00:33:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T00:48:15.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resistance is Futile</title><content type='html'>I have been shaken... :]&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I like him already... whenever I see him, his name runs and runs (he makes me smile) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can't wait to see him again, but I know its just a crush, and he makes my heart flutter now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today work was just  normal, it was busy; about 2 hours I did dish washing and then did the orders since Jon didn't want to do it because he was getting irritated with our work mate. [I'm so tired of people whining, though I am too is a whiner. I believe that I have changed already since, I can't confide to anyone since I have revoked my old self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always try to think when, I get married or would have a boyfriend: I would always think about how I can cook for him or prepare him something. It makes me blush whenever I think about it; I can't wait to get married and live with the man I love in a house where we both know we'll grow old together in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I remembered, I have lots of gashes from work and the fact that I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;bruises on my knees; its really disturbing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I feel like I don't know how to take care of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;[sigh]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;For the past days, I have been drinking "Mountain Dew": sugar rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;deng..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;I think my blood is already yellow since: most of the liquids I drink is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;Mountain Dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;*gulp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(70, 126, 33); font-family: Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Il mio cuore è per voi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#467E21;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"My heart is for you"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#467E21;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#467E21;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As if, so who owns it now? Who? I'm guessing someone, and I'm really excited to get to know him :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I'm pretty sleepy now. ":{&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;I was suppose to read "Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet* But I'm pretty tired now, I can't wait to sleep and dream about the guy. :]&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/62674624217634004-4939094616807179115?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/4939094616807179115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=4939094616807179115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4939094616807179115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/4939094616807179115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/resistance-is-futile.html' title='Resistance is Futile'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAAAAAMY/PR1EgjImPts/S220/colorado+068.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62674624217634004.post-2786644611355711459</id><published>2010-01-02T00:21:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T02:11:36.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate ZOMBIES!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v352/lottieloo/jp/Aleksi_Zombies_boxcover_600_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 480px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v352/lottieloo/jp/Aleksi_Zombies_boxcover_600_600.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say?&lt;div&gt;I hate zombies... or should I say I am just scared of them, that even in my dreams they haunt me. =( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;such madness!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am watching, Resident Evil at the moment with Jon but I am in my bed and I am just sitting and peeking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seriously I am just scared =(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;HUHU!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am just plain anxious =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WAAAAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;I find it pretty cool that its already 2010, and 2009 is already OVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;i need a head start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;i need to do something for myself soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;i need to patch up things with someone from the past-past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;(erase erase)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;what should I do anyway? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I hope someone could talk to me, and could take me seriously; Nobody is in-love with me. Nobody would dare to fall in love with me? Unless something I need to change about my feelings for him, am I being to stubborn? Should I not love him totally anymore, its hard to explain; The bond we shares is unbreakable, unless someone tries to take over it; it will be gone by just one snap. I guess I am being a hard head and I am not willing to let things crash; one thing is for sure...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;I AM NO ordinary girl, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as far as the eyes could see&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I would have to say I am the last refuge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the long lost treasure..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;It feels sad to be left, sometimes loneliness just over crowds the air inside my system; nevertheless I try to find time to be "happy" with what I have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'm confused, who should I fall in love with? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2010 is already here, my suppose graduation would be here... March for grad and my birthday, =( &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95b6bcf7f3439bb2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95b6bcf7f3439bb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329966147%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F7778E7E871F4A5224F5B3C86C11EC0F2BB0378.282BB9533CC354E642A3052A3A576A35DD8039%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95b6bcf7f3439bb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFxKwnhoudteCHiFhHZlYLUcYAcg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D95b6bcf7f3439bb2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329966147%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3F7778E7E871F4A5224F5B3C86C11EC0F2BB0378.282BB9533CC354E642A3052A3A576A35DD8039%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D95b6bcf7f3439bb2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFxKwnhoudteCHiFhHZlYLUcYAcg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Last night we skated, and I bumped into Julia while I was taking a video of her, and I was not able to stop; thats why I feel onto my bum and now I saw that I have a bruise on my right knee. =( and it does hurt at the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Today at work, it was just tiring but I would have to say that its fun; it keeps your adrenaline go faster and faster: NO Breakfast, Light lunch &amp;amp; dinner... at the same time it keeps you moving and think less of your worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;I'm going to sleep in awhile, and I shall sleep weep na, its a bit warm now; thats why I'm wearing shorts. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mood: a bit happy, childish so to speak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/62674624217634004-2786644611355711459?l=nosugarincluded.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=95b6bcf7f3439bb2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/feeds/2786644611355711459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=62674624217634004&amp;postID=2786644611355711459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2786644611355711459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/62674624217634004/posts/default/2786644611355711459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nosugarincluded.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-hate-zombies.html' title='I hate ZOMBIES!!'/><author><name>Princess of the Stars</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15786225277864741633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7LLkoedPxVw/S2ufmXCDNII/AAAAAA
