<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7815315827484956546</id><updated>2015-11-13T15:25:10.887+08:00</updated><category term="My Doodlers"/><category term="beautiful creations"/><category term="bloopers"/><category term="mind-blogging"/><category term="litters of hurt"/><category term="Moodswings"/><category term="rain gently falls"/><category term="revised and reborn..=)"/><category term="love knickers"/><category term="I Love Me"/><category term="love &#39;em"/><category term="wrath and anger babe"/><category term="bitchin"/><category term="gossip girl"/><category term="beach bum"/><category term="girls I love"/><category term="kristen bell"/><category term="Tagged"/><category term="baby y"/><category term="blair waldorf"/><category term="sarah marshall"/><category term="tutus"/><category term="Hannah Montana"/><category term="V mars"/><category term="Yshdesignstutus"/><category term="christmas"/><category term="disclosure"/><category term="funny pics"/><category term="i&#39;m bored"/><category term="leighton meester"/><category term="miles poblete"/><category term="sakura"/><category term="scrapbooking"/><category term="stupid much"/><category term="veronica mars"/><title type='text'>...</title><subtitle type='html'>I crave for drama..but I don&#39;t dwell..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>290</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-6201437931332922018</id><published>2015-11-13T15:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-13T15:25:10.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTING GIFT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;For the girls..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;A forever remembrance that one October day, the 15 of us was fated to become the Lakambinis.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will forever miss you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fJvot-xZ3Tk/VkWND7RdmzI/AAAAAAAABxo/1uNUu_LSXWM/s640/blogger-image-1791733561.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; 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BLANK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;THIS BLOG WILL SELF-DESTRUCT IN 24 HOURS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;NEVER AGAIN TO BE FOUND.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;XoXo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;Ysh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5512899911102162027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=5512899911102162027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5512899911102162027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5512899911102162027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/point-blank.html' title='POINT. BLANK'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-6065362676979516620</id><published>2015-11-12T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-12T13:36:54.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THROWBACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;How I wish bata na lang ako.. So there&#39;d be no heartaches, no dramas, no shits, no problems, and tears are only because of skinned knees and not hearts.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5y2t1fCSew/VkQkfZ4Br7I/AAAAAAAABvs/ChXDtrpvZ6w/s1600/DSC01349.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;256&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5y2t1fCSew/VkQkfZ4Br7I/AAAAAAAABvs/ChXDtrpvZ6w/s400/DSC01349.JPG&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS. I still miss you Boo, this was our last picture together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6065362676979516620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=6065362676979516620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/6065362676979516620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/6065362676979516620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/throwback.html' title='THROWBACK'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w5y2t1fCSew/VkQkfZ4Br7I/AAAAAAAABvs/ChXDtrpvZ6w/s72-c/DSC01349.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-1012078325559654168</id><published>2015-11-12T11:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-13T07:45:31.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 1.3 INVISIBLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;In my attempt to remember, I’d discovered why some things were convenient to forget. My head was throbbing. But it wasn’t just from lack of hydration, it was also from excessive emotional poking. And the question still remained: had I ruined the very little thread of hope that we have? In more ways than one? And had I shot him with my utmost honesty?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;No. F-ing. Way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Okay, maybe I was obsessing. A little. But it was keeping me from fixating on something I was desperately trying to forget. The evil unwanted exile that they&#39;ve put me in. It could bite me over and over again and it always did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Pull your head out of your ass and stand out.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Standing out was not a problem. Blending in was the new name of the game, and I was ready to play. I was more than ready but is it my fault if people still regard me as the old character that they loved so much? How can I not be MC? Of course I wanted them to see the real me, but they chose not to. HOW IS IT MY EFFIN FAULT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Clearly, it was time to come to terms with the fact that what I wanted to happen and what was actually going to happen weren&#39;t the same.&amp;nbsp;It felt like everything had changed. But nothing had changed. Except that I finally knew that he&#39;s always gonna be out of the door in a flash whenever I throw spite. Like what he did last night. AGAIN. It&#39;s as easy as a blink of an eye to UNFOLLOW me. There you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0px 0px 1.5em; outline: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;---And there&#39;s this girl who I couldn&#39;t think was capable of deliberately sabotaging whatever connection we still have. But her actions make me really think hard.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;As much as I wanted to hate on her, I couldn&#39;t. The bitch was decent. Maybe even sweet. And it really made me want to kill myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 0.4em 0px 0.5em; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Someone once said that it&#39;s choice, not chance, that determines our destiny. My head made the choice to end things with him. But my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;...my heart was still waiting for the chance that my head might...reconsider.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Did I screw up my destiny? Or was my fate supposed to stink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;He thinks I do. They think I do. Even I think I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;I stink.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;Hey Ysh,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;Stop thinking. Let yourself live in the moment. Be it a moment with him in it, or not since he fled again (eye roll). Everything will be easy. Everything will be as it was meant to be. Don&#39;t stop believing in fairy tales. Don&#39;t stop believing in Soulmates.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;~Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;11.12.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border: 0px; margin: 1em 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/1012078325559654168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=1012078325559654168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1012078325559654168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1012078325559654168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/memoirs-13-invisible.html' title='Memoirs 1.3 INVISIBLE'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-1891108282805639775</id><published>2015-11-11T22:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-12T12:37:05.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;If I lay here..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;If I just lay here..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Would you lie with me and just forget the world?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TExLlZRuRDc/VkNWE4Ir5rI/AAAAAAAABts/A03_hrpKpeo/s640/blogger-image--1945234892.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;335&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TExLlZRuRDc/VkNWE4Ir5rI/AAAAAAAABts/A03_hrpKpeo/s400/blogger-image--1945234892.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/1891108282805639775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=1891108282805639775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1891108282805639775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1891108282805639775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/chasing-you.html' title='Chasing You'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-TExLlZRuRDc/VkNWE4Ir5rI/AAAAAAAABts/A03_hrpKpeo/s72-c/blogger-image--1945234892.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-1543914843720379816</id><published>2015-11-10T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-12T12:37:29.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 1.2 HATE YA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;People have been rocking my boat. But my expectations of complete recovery has blown over JUST. LIKE. THAT. I don&#39;t have all the answers. One thing has been for sure from the past weeks. With regard to how I feel? Nothing has changed. I assume that this was supposed to be the calm before the storm. Why was I even expecting a storm? I&#39;m seriously racking up my brains right now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*REAL TIME*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SOOOO HATING HIS TIMELINE!!! 😡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So what? Before I rig someone&#39;s neck right now I would rather watch a movie and doze off. Turning notifications OFF! Grr.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I mean, the thing that I have been waiting for happened. It was bittersweet. It was satisfying. It was heartbreaking. But after the goodbyes, I was left smiling like a cheshire cat. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;What I needed was a push in the right direction. Because I was lost. Was I found? Yeaaaahhhh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot focus on writing. Really. My thoughts are scattered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HATE HIS TIMELINE!!!!!!!!!! 😡&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOT FUNNY. ME HATIN HERE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.10.15&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/1543914843720379816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=1543914843720379816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1543914843720379816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1543914843720379816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/memoirs-12-hate-ya.html' title='Memoirs 1.2 HATE YA'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-3847951524452495006</id><published>2015-11-09T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-12T12:38:19.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maiyan&#39;s 22nd</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nSptBVA600U/VkApEHOFIhI/AAAAAAAABs4/vOsJeacs2sY/s640/blogger-image-1939123823.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-nSptBVA600U/VkApEHOFIhI/AAAAAAAABs4/vOsJeacs2sY/s640/blogger-image-1939123823.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-quYg5m0Hl5w/VkApXJFzPZI/AAAAAAAABtQ/J06q_qDE1GQ/s640/blogger-image--1388502936.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Happy Birthday Marrianetot. 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That I was even alive, did you regret? Everything we had inside.. Did you forget about me?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Well well, years ago I was on this phase. I so thought that the girl that I once was, was gone. I was very wrong..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Timing&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;is one of the judges of life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Destiny&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;is fatal. I wanted to secure every single decision that I made just so I&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;don&#39;t regret anything in the end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I so wanted to make everything right... just so I can say to myself that I made the right thing, and with no regrets I can continue with my life as it is right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;But when&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Fate&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;interferes, Timing and Destiny falls out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;I keep hoping for that special person who I consider still as mine, though we or I decided to stay low and part ways I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;still give a damn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;about him, but he opts not to care. Okay, I can deal with that, nor if I find out that he&#39;s spending time with someone new, I can totally understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;I just wanted a pleasant&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;closure&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;(Why do I hate that word?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;So, CLOSURE. YES, I GOT IT. He made it seem so easy. Maybe it was really that easy and I was just procrastinating the thought that he will pull the end of the rope that&#39;s still tied onto me. But he cut it. So now I&#39;m wandering. Really, how much shit can happen into your life before you even consider you had a truce with the sin-meter already?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Maybe what really makes me tick is the fact that no one really gives a damn. I wanted to talk, nada. IT WASN&#39;T REAL! I will be forever stuck here and he will be forever tied there! How serious can it get? I hate it that now I&#39;m the one with collapsing, crashing and crumbling hopes which, I rebuild on a daily basis, only to let it slide into a rubble at the end of the day. If you don&#39;t get what I&#39;m saying, let me slap it into your face:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;I MISS YOU!!!!! You enormously stubborn pain in the ass!!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Shit happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Just like that, 2 memoirs in a row. Jusko.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;~Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot; style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;11.05.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/1741759523479775930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=1741759523479775930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1741759523479775930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/1741759523479775930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/memoirs-11-dear-me.html' title='Memoirs 1.1 DEAR ME'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-2885885922105880262</id><published>2015-11-04T16:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-05T00:46:10.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 1.0</title><content type='html'>For a few days now, I was judged, I was left out, I was floating, I was... Drowning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn&#39;t blame him. He was honest. He was bold. My friend&#39;s perception of being bold? Sinner. So what the hell do you care? Yeah, I&#39;m done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that once was simple, is now complicated. Turns out, I needed to take at least 8 steps to recovery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Forget everything that happened (yeah, right)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Forget him (yeah, right again)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Forget missing him (facepalm)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Meet new people, and it means one person who listens to my nonsense blabbing because NO ONE ELSE DOES. &amp;nbsp;(deo deo deo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Stop comparing him to the new people (kill me now)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Stop stalking (deactivate now?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. UNFOLLOW him (easy...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. UNLOVE him (... &amp;lt;/3...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NO BIG right? If only the reality is still separated from this wonderful fantasy that we onced lived. My 8 steps to recovery is easy peasy.. Psshh! I can definitely HEAL like what everyone is telling me to do. *rolling eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only.... &quot;Bahala na si Batman&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bahala na din ako..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DARNA!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.05.15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/2885885922105880262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=2885885922105880262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/2885885922105880262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/2885885922105880262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/memoirs-10.html' title='Memoirs 1.0'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-3640155325943328142</id><published>2015-11-04T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-04T13:41:00.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GO FOR IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oic0Zdcey1k/Vjmaa6X3v3I/AAAAAAAABso/o2aQ7Emep7s/s640/blogger-image--1664456891.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oic0Zdcey1k/Vjmaa6X3v3I/AAAAAAAABso/o2aQ7Emep7s/s640/blogger-image--1664456891.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/3640155325943328142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=3640155325943328142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/3640155325943328142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/3640155325943328142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/go-for-it.html' title='GO FOR IT'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oic0Zdcey1k/Vjmaa6X3v3I/AAAAAAAABso/o2aQ7Emep7s/s72-c/blogger-image--1664456891.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-5712341504276353774</id><published>2015-11-02T00:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-02T00:48:24.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 0.9</title><content type='html'>I am trying so hard to surpass this phase of emotional roller-coaster ride that I&#39;ve involved myself into for the past month.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot thank my twitter friends enough for tirelessly comforting me despite the distance and time differences *shout out to you besh Carmi!*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretending. I know I say that I&#39;m finally okay but deep in the dark corners of my heart, I hide the tears and the pain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean, realistically speaking. Nobody moves on in 5 days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God I miss him. So much. But I engage myself in different things just so I can forget how wonderful it is to think of him every hour of every day. I need to do this. I need to make this work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My tears are dried up and my heart is learning the art of letting go. Eventually everything will be brand new. Soon, I will be free again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this crack, this piece in my broken heart that he took, will never be the same again. Along with it are memories of me and all the colors that I&#39;ve emitted with him and for him. I know so, he will never ever forget my existence. He will forever miss me just like how I&#39;m missing him right now, it hurts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Tuloy parin ang awit ng buhay ko, magbago man ang hugis ng puso mo..&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, Ysh. You will be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11.2.15&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5712341504276353774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=5712341504276353774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5712341504276353774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5712341504276353774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/11/memoirs-09.html' title='Memoirs 0.9'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-8087471720985091218</id><published>2015-10-31T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-31T20:14:41.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT STAGE.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-63ADZyc9Yyc/VjSwrtjjARI/AAAAAAAABsY/xmgYNohIGHA/s640/blogger-image--301864590.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-63ADZyc9Yyc/VjSwrtjjARI/AAAAAAAABsY/xmgYNohIGHA/s640/blogger-image--301864590.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;Warning sirens blare all over me. This is gonna be FUN. What exactly follows a heartache again???&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;YEAH.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8087471720985091218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=8087471720985091218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/8087471720985091218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/8087471720985091218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/that-stage.html' title='THAT STAGE.'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-63ADZyc9Yyc/VjSwrtjjARI/AAAAAAAABsY/xmgYNohIGHA/s72-c/blogger-image--301864590.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-640291593661204988</id><published>2015-10-31T00:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-31T00:07:27.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURN</title><content type='html'>&quot;I Burn In Hell Loving You&quot;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIES.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope. I&#39;m not angry. I&#39;m hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m gonna be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.30.15&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/640291593661204988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=640291593661204988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/640291593661204988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/640291593661204988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/burn.html' title='BURN'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-7183582518726143279</id><published>2015-10-27T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-29T12:05:55.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><content type='html'>1 month. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I do not know who blabbed, but last night, he once again made me giddy all over when he greeted me first! Today is the mark of the first month since we met each other. Though virtually, but his coming into my life has changed me in ways I didn&#39;t even think possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;i&gt;saved as draft&lt;/i&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;INSPIRATION CUT SHORT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-inJud66Zh2E/Vi-NLwJauVI/AAAAAAAABsI/0XrUb94XwFw/s640/blogger-image-224434683.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-inJud66Zh2E/Vi-NLwJauVI/AAAAAAAABsI/0XrUb94XwFw/s400/blogger-image-224434683.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sorry. I can&#39;t.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/7183582518726143279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=7183582518726143279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/7183582518726143279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/7183582518726143279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-inJud66Zh2E/Vi-NLwJauVI/AAAAAAAABsI/0XrUb94XwFw/s72-c/blogger-image-224434683.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-296155469178664847</id><published>2015-10-25T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-29T12:06:11.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 0.8</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&quot;Kahit sabihin na mali ako, alipin mo o bihag mo ako&#39;y iyong iyo...&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gusto ko sya&lt;/i&gt;. That I&#39;m certain. If seems only yesterday when I was bawling my eyes out because of extreme sadness when he decided to stay out of the limelight, the only avenue where I can reach out to him, and he to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;So much has happened. In my entire existence, I have never ever thought that this kind of wonderful would happen to me. Not in my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He has the ideal mind and heart of what kind of ideal this heart of mine has been longing for. But yeah, distance and fate will always intervene. How ironic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;But he gave me a gift. A wonderful and amazing gift.. He gave me new friends. He made my days lighter, he makes me burst with laughter, he makes my heart happier. He made it all possible :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;4 weeks. 4 WEEKS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Am I dreaming? This smile in my face could only prove that I&#39;m not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey baby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m hearing this now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;Ikaw ang tunay na ligaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tanging ikaw, sinta&lt;br /&gt;Umaga, hapon kahit magdamag&lt;br /&gt;Laging ikaw, sinta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hindi magsasawa, sa piling mo...&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;~Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;&quot;&gt;10.25.15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/296155469178664847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=296155469178664847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/296155469178664847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/296155469178664847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/memoirs-08.html' title='Memoirs 0.8'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-8878774272309106871</id><published>2015-10-22T17:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-29T12:06:32.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 0.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ARE WE GOOD?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Mirror, mirror on the wall.. Tell me, am I okay?&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, yeah I was looking at the mirror in my room a while ago, brows furrowed and in deep contemplation. Are we good? Are we okay? How am I? How is he?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There has been changes. I must admit, it was well thought-of, all credits to him. He says it&#39;s for me. Am I happy? Yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;The other night, I broke down again. It was a mix of exhaustion, lack of sleep, lack of love. I just miss him so much. Yes I do interact with him, all for the love of the people who loves and supports his reputation in the online world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I realized, at the end of the day, it&#39;s still the real him that I crave and miss. I still can say this, I AM IN-LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I cannot believe that it&#39;s almost a month already. Why does it feel so strange?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Maybe I really found my SOULMATE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Hey you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ll support everything that will make you happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m just here. Always gonna be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday I love you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.22.15&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8878774272309106871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=8878774272309106871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/8878774272309106871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/8878774272309106871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/memoirs-07.html' title='Memoirs 0.7'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-5116166377829506836</id><published>2015-10-20T09:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-20T09:06:14.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 0.6</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&quot;Where could he be? Will I spend a lifetime searching endlessly, for that someone to hold and call my own, oh where could he be.. Heaven help him find his way to me...&quot;&lt;/b&gt; -Donna Cruz&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absence. I&#39;m getting used to it. Sometimes I hate it but now, I just give it a pout and go on with my life. Here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m certain that he&#39;s just gonna be another &quot;passer&quot; in my life. I guess he&#39;s just a lift on my chin when God thought that I needed one. Maybe he was planned to just stop-over and then, leave.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I&#39;m not a stop-over. I&#39;m a destination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nasasanay na ako na wala ka. Baka kailangan ko na mag-ready talaga.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was a big blow. I crumbled and I melted and I was rooted to your shadow. I have no regrets. I love you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m still chasing pavements, your pavements. Sabi nga sa kanta.. &quot;even if it leads nowhere..&quot; But please, if you can&#39;t stop for me, at least make the path that I&#39;m running on as smooth as possible. I don&#39;t think I need another rock to stumble down on. I&#39;m gonna fall apart again, just like that, and I don&#39;t think I&#39;ll stand up the same way I did for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don&#39;t let that happen. Please.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you. I&#39;m still stiff on your grip, only you can make me whole again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10.20.15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5116166377829506836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=5116166377829506836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5116166377829506836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5116166377829506836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/memoirs-06.html' title='Memoirs 0.6'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-4342363573575037169</id><published>2015-10-19T11:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-11-12T12:39:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GIVE ME A BREAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I tap my foot to the rhythm of Ed Sheeran&#39;s Gold Rush while I stand in the middle of the line with the students of Bicol College, routed to the cashier&#39;s window to pay. Finals week. Yey... Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Outside the bars of the school&#39;s gate, I see the hustle and the bustle of the people. The pine trees lines up the street sway with the wind. I stare, and I stare, and I stare until stars appear on the corner of my eyes. Oh God, i&#39;m still reeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;A tap on my shoulder brings me to earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I see a freshman laughing in front of my face, saying something that I couldn&#39;t make up. I tug down one earphone and say &quot;What?&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He looks taken aback. I feel aware of the heads slowly working on my direction, girls. Come on, get a grip. My eyebrows arch. He smiles once again and tilted his head to the left..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Hi ate Ysh! Kumusta ka naman? Hehehe&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I eyed him. Studying his face. His chinky eyes, rimless eyeglasses, toothy grin, blue jansport backpack, ruffled hair. He looks like Hiro Nakamura of Heroes, really. But I&#39;m not in the mood today, and I don&#39;t know his name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;GO&quot; was the only word that came out of my mouth right-after.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;He scuttles away. Funny how everyone feels obligated to get my attention whenever they see me at school. Which is rarely, if I may say. The people around me are still staring though, what the hell. I give it a sigh, lean to the post nearest me, plug-in the earphones and put Sway on full volume.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Say you&#39;ll stay, don&#39;t come and go like you do&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I smile. How very fitting for Palits (as what Carmi suggested we call him). Hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Just like that, my mood changes. I recall our conversation last night. I should give it all up to him, really, the credit and appreciation. Even if he repeatedly makes my heart flop and swing all ways around possible, he&#39;s still so very charming. I hate it. No, (rolling eyes), I love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Really, I&#39;ve been transitioning. From the weeks that passed where I was very clingy and was very used to having him with me in just a click, to now where I cannot seem to connect and get through to him. He&#39;s a rare case of complicated. Whenever I try to move on and just give up, he comes rushing back and heaves me back closer to him as ever. I feel like there&#39;s this invisible rope that&#39;s somehow tied on to me and he&#39;s holding the other end. Oh dear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Black Magic.. What have you done to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Another tap. I spin around, my literary editor saying her assignments are done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Good job! Leave it all to my desk sa office, thanks &lt;i&gt;bhe&lt;/i&gt;!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Then came running our Dean, but then she caught a glimpse of me and dramatically halted, stepping backward to where I stood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;Ysh! Where have you been? Overtime &lt;i&gt;na tayo&lt;/i&gt; next week &lt;i&gt;ha&lt;/i&gt;! I need you everyday and night next week after finals. We&#39;ll release on the enrollment week!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I smile widely and give her a quite exaggerated nod.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;YES, MA&#39;AM!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Great. Just great. When will I get my rest, God?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-aliella&#39;s halloween costume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-ate dette&#39;s headpiece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-julie&#39;s invitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-julie&#39;s flowercrown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-julie&#39;s bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-dad&#39;s bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-legazpi fiesta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-publication presswork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-final editing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-printing press visit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-enrollment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-release&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-nocturnes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-all souls and saints&#39; day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;-zya&#39;s bday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yung totoo? May sembreak ba talaga?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Tsk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gutom na ako :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;10.19.15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4342363573575037169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=4342363573575037169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/4342363573575037169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/4342363573575037169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/give-me-break.html' title='GIVE ME A BREAK'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-6196184270452034551</id><published>2015-10-18T23:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-29T12:06:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SAPAT NA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Anong isusulat ko?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;... Wala. Walang salitang gustong kumawala sa puso&#39;t isipan ko. Wala.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Subalit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Tapos na ang pagdaloy ng luha. Tapos na ang paninikip ng dibdib. Tapos na ang paglalaban ng puso at utak.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Tapos na nga ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Pero... Bakit? Bakit umaasa ka parin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Nalipasan na ng labis na hinagpis sa maya&#39;t mayang pagkawala. Napagod na ang puso sa mga damdamin na hindi kailanman mapapakawalan.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Napagod... Ngunit patuloy kang umaasa... Isa ka bang tanga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Ang matutong magmahal ang pinakamakabuluhan sa mundong ito. Ipagmamalaki ko habangbuhay na nagmahal ako...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Minahal man o hindi, nagmahal ako. Yun lang, sapat na.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Wala akong masabi. Hindi ko alam kung nasaan ako sa mundong binuo nating dalawa. Wala akong masabi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Maghihintay ako? Maaaring oo, maaaring hindi. Wala akong makitang liwanag. Madilim ang tinatahak ng aking puso patungo&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;sayo..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pero, maramdaman lang ang pagmamahal mo, yun lang, sapat na.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Patuloy kang hahanap-hanapin. Ikaw lang ang hinahanap ng puso ko. Lagi mo sanang iisipin, san man ako mapunta, san man ako dalhin ng tadhana... Minsan sa iyong makulay na buhay, minahal kita ng higit pa sa iyong akala.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;... Hindi magbabago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;10.18.15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/6196184270452034551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=6196184270452034551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/6196184270452034551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/6196184270452034551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/sapat-na.html' title='SAPAT NA.'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-8055441205796464308</id><published>2015-10-18T13:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-18T23:21:51.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say what you wanna say...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;And let the words fall out...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honestly...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna see you be BRAVE. 💁🏻&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SbPHxtqcBC8/ViMoWU7ahgI/AAAAAAAABr4/kjRyoTkFz9E/s640/blogger-image--1184382845.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SbPHxtqcBC8/ViMoWU7ahgI/AAAAAAAABr4/kjRyoTkFz9E/s640/blogger-image--1184382845.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/8055441205796464308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=8055441205796464308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/8055441205796464308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/8055441205796464308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/brave.html' title='BRAVE'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-SbPHxtqcBC8/ViMoWU7ahgI/AAAAAAAABr4/kjRyoTkFz9E/s72-c/blogger-image--1184382845.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-5533037819236517210</id><published>2015-10-17T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-17T10:56:48.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 Random Questions Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Where were you 3 hours ago?- SHOWER&lt;br /&gt;Who are you in love with?- REALLY? YOU WHO MIGHT BE READING THIS&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever eaten a crayon?- UHH, NOPE&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?- YEP, MY IPAD&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you went to the mall?- 2 DAYS AGO&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing socks right now?- NOPE&lt;br /&gt;Does your family have a car worth over $2,000?- YES&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you drove out of town?- I DROVE? UHH, 7 YEARS AGO&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days?- YES :)&lt;br /&gt;Are you hot?- FUNNY YOU SHOULD ASK, I HAVE FEVER RIGHT NOW, SO YEAH&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you had to drink?- MULE LAST NIGHT, COFFEE NOW.&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing right now?- BROWN TOP, BLACK SHORTS&lt;br /&gt;Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it?- LET DAD DO IT :p&lt;br /&gt;Last food that you ate?- CHEESY TUNA PASTA THAT I COOKED LAST NIGHT&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last week at this time?- IN MY BED, ROLLING OVER THE FRESH SHEETS (I CHECKED MY PHONE&#39;S PICS, LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Have you bought any clothing items in the last week?- YES&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you ran?- LAST WEEK, JOGGED AT LGP BOULEVARD&lt;br /&gt;What&#39;s the last sporting event you watched?- LAST WEEK, GOVERNOR&#39;S CUP&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite animal?- DOGS&lt;br /&gt;Your dream vacation?- SANTORINI! PARIS! BAHAMAS! MALDIVES! HAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;Last person&#39;s house you were in?- NEIGHBOR&#39;S&lt;br /&gt;Worst injury you&#39;ve ever had? -NONE SO FAR, THANK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Have you been in love?- YES :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you miss anyone right now?- YES! :(&lt;br /&gt;Last play you saw?- BLOCK B, ANABEL LEE&lt;br /&gt;What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex?- DOUBLE CHINS AND CHEESY GRINS :p&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for tonight?- NO IDEA, YET&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you sent a FB/Twitter message or comment?- CJ&lt;br /&gt;Next trip you are going to take?- MACAU on May&lt;br /&gt;Ever go to camp?- Nope&lt;br /&gt;Were you an honor roll student in school?- GRADE SCHOOL AND HIGH SCHOOL.. COLLEGE? NAH&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to know about the future?- IF I&#39;LL BE HAPPY :&#39;)&lt;br /&gt;Are you wearing any perfume or cologne?- UCB Hot/Bench Capture/VS Seduction/Fantasy by Britney/D&amp;amp;G light blue&lt;br /&gt;Are you due sometime this year for a doctor&#39;s visit?- NOPE&lt;br /&gt;Where is your best friend?- Grace is in Pampanga, Lala IDK, Miles in Ortigas, Marriane with boyfie, Jez IDK, Janica at training in cebupacific.&lt;br /&gt;How is your best friend?- I THINK THEY&#39;RE ALL GOOD&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a tan?- NOPE&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?- SEE YOU AGAIN by CHARLIE PUTH&lt;br /&gt;Do you collect anything?- MAKEUP&lt;br /&gt;Who is the biggest gossiper you know?- S &amp;amp; M&lt;br /&gt;Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over?- NOPE, GOOD GIRL HERE O:)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever drank your soda from a straw?- UHH, YES AT FASTFOOD RESTOS&lt;br /&gt;What does your last text message say?- &quot;ALA BEBE PASOK&quot;- MAMI SHIE&lt;br /&gt;Do you like hot sauce?- &amp;nbsp;YES!&lt;br /&gt;Last time you took a shower?- AN HOUR AGO&lt;br /&gt;Do you need to do laundry?- DONE :)&lt;br /&gt;What is your heritage?- A BIT OF SPANISH, MOSTLY FILIPINO&lt;br /&gt;Are you someone&#39;s best friend?- YESSUR!&lt;br /&gt;Are you rich?- NOPE, MY PARENTS ARE.&lt;br /&gt;What were you doing at 12AM last night?- OOHH, WAS SLEEPING ALREADY.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5533037819236517210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=5533037819236517210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5533037819236517210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5533037819236517210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/50-random-questions-tag.html' title='50 Random Questions Tag'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-4762773964944504794</id><published>2015-10-17T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-17T11:54:26.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVERT-REVERT-FORGET</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;15 RANDOM QUESTIONS TAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#1. What&#39;s a nickname only your family calls you? AYZ, ICE/ICY, AYZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#2. What&#39;s a weird habit of yours? I CRACK MY KNUCKLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#3. Do you have any weird phobias? BATHOPHOBIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#4. What&#39;s a song you secretly LOVE to blast &amp;amp; belt out when you&#39;re alone? BITCH BY MEREDITH BROOKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#5. What&#39;s one of your biggest pet peeves? PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME WAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#6. What&#39;s one of your nervous habits? LIP BITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#7. What side of the bed do you sleep on? RIGHT SIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#8. What was your first stuffed animal &amp;amp; it&#39;s name? A BEAR WITH HEARTS, THUS, HEARTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#9. What&#39;s the drink you ALWAYS order at starbucks? CARAMEL FRAPPE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#10. What&#39;s the beauty rule you preach.. but never ACTUALLY practice? NEVER SLEEP WITH YOUR MAKEUP ON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#11. Which way do you face in the shower? BACK ON THE SHOWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#12. Do you have any &#39;weird&#39; body &#39;skills&#39;? I CAN WIGGLE MY PINKY TOE, HAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#13. What&#39;s your favorite &#39;comfort food&#39;/food thats &#39;bad&#39; but you love to eat it anyways? CHIPS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#14. What&#39;s a phrase or exclamation you always say? I KNOW, RIGHT / WHATEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;#15. Time to sleep- what are you ACTUALLY wearing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #141414; color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.2px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;OVERSIZED SHIRT, UNDIES OF COURSE.&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/4762773964944504794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=4762773964944504794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/4762773964944504794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/4762773964944504794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/divert-revert-forget.html' title='DIVERT-REVERT-FORGET'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-5330767004404660377</id><published>2015-10-16T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-17T09:22:15.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs 0.5 [TRUTH]</title><content type='html'>The truth hurts. &lt;b&gt;Fact&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I feel dozens of emotions right now which, when totaled, submits myself into this blank space of state. I am reeling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I cannot, for the love of god, put into detail the turn of events. I never will enclose the truth of the matter, where my morals are once again put to the test.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I never expected anything like this to go so far up to this point. I only wanna give love and happiness. Not pain or disappointments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I have just risen from the pit of heartache. What blows next is even bigger, yet my tears are dried up, my heart has calmed, my body and soul was drained of emotions that might have sufficed the drama of this new revelation. I never want to hurt anyone, my intention is not to cause pain. I just wanted to feel loved, be loved, and love in return. God, this is exhausting. If this is your way of telling me that my happy days with him is over, I would oblige. I&#39;m waiting for the signs that I asked for.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&#39;m tired. Just what am I supposed to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;If one day you wake up and find that you&#39;re missing me,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display: inline !important;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Thinking maybe you&#39;ll come back here to the place that we&#39;d meet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;display: inline !important;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;And you&#39;ll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;So I&#39;m not moving, I&#39;m not moving.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;~Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: start;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); text-align: center;&quot;&gt;10-16-15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/5330767004404660377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=5330767004404660377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5330767004404660377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/5330767004404660377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/memoirs-05-truth.html' title='Memoirs 0.5 [TRUTH]'/><author><name>Ysh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17745865048090734918</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMqmf_HPmtc/Vhb1MvJ99jI/AAAAAAAABk0/vI0xUxEIniE/s220/11880679_10207235560668092_544828436630944290_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815315827484956546.post-2829999847735346651</id><published>2015-10-16T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2015-10-17T09:22:50.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God it&#39;s Friday. NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-u1XWm9MRFMI/ViC5Jmq8kFI/AAAAAAAABro/2Fc_Sa7-pWA/s640/blogger-image--1629705908.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-u1XWm9MRFMI/ViC5Jmq8kFI/AAAAAAAABro/2Fc_Sa7-pWA/s400/blogger-image--1629705908.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trick or Treat at Washington International School 2015&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Sofia the First was the only choice since the announcement for the event was only sent out yesterday afternoon. Pssshh.. We wanted a Maleficent costume &lt;i&gt;pa naman. &lt;/i&gt;😒&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;I grudgingly dragged myself to Zya&#39;s school and at 7AM, I looked a lot more like a zombie than the scary costumes of the kids.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);&quot;&gt;I only had 2 hours or less of sleep. Worse, I cried myself to sleep last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue Light&#39;, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;My eyes were puffy, swollen, sunken. My hair was wet and crazy all over. My aura was hellish. I was a walking disaster. I couldn&#39;t even look at myself in the mirror! I couldn&#39;t even take a decent selfie because I JUST CAN&#39;T SMILE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Damn heartaches.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;~Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;10.16.15&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/feeds/2829999847735346651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815315827484956546&amp;postID=2829999847735346651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/2829999847735346651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815315827484956546/posts/default/2829999847735346651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://such-a-cutie.blogspot.com/2015/10/thank-god-it-friday-not.html' title='Thank God it&#39;s Friday. 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