tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59247694720043749962024-03-19T04:56:27.991-07:00tHE wRitEr anD hEr pEnHONEY IF YOU ONLY KNEW HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU MAYBE THEN YOU WOULD REALIZE MY LOVE WORTH'S INTENTIONALLY JUST FOR YOUjOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.comBlogger210125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-46817337488688881022009-11-23T20:47:00.000-08:002009-11-23T21:26:15.814-08:00I no longer know how to blog<div style="text-align: justify;">I haven't been getting a good night sleep for days. and it felt like something wrong is happening inside my body. weird ones. i am getting fatter and fatter and lazy. i went gymming for like three hours yesterday and feel nothing. very impossible. i am so naive and i feel like a tough nut to crack or a tough row to hoe. Neither of it still will means that my feeling of being useless and empty requires a great amount of perseverence and will.<br /><br />The lack of regular updating here and the lack of words to add in my posts can only suggests that I no longer know how to blog.<br /></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-366185677129395922009-07-21T23:31:00.000-07:002009-07-21T23:46:33.326-07:00better in time<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:180%;">whoever we have had disagreements with (esp. to GHEM) or a grievance maybe, forgive and move on... for your own health's sake too let us let bygones be bygones... we've forgiven you also, hon and i are so happy now, so much in love with each other...</span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-13335197766246172122009-07-12T19:58:00.000-07:002009-07-12T20:09:27.185-07:00i wanna walk down the islei so am envious right now while watching video clips in youtube about the lovers walking down the isle saying for better or for worse, <span style="font-style: italic;">for richer or poorer till death do them part "i do"</span> darn!<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">i really wanna walk down the isle too... maybe someday... sooner i hope lol... i so want to wear that beautiful gown i saw on the internet a while ago, i wanted to have a venue near a beach or in a resort or probably in baguio where my boyfriend and i had our first date away and first sleep together, i so want to walk while the "orchestra" or "band" were playing pachelbel's Canon in D or bond's lullaby, a rendition of Pachelbel's canon in D. i want to marry my love of my life, my one and only, the dearest man of my life, my boyfriend, Joey Alvin San Juan- Belza.<br />HOW I WISH<br /></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-33093423567933908872009-06-10T17:50:00.000-07:002009-06-15T19:39:28.023-07:00June 9, 2009 4th Monthssary<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1dk9UATV7B8r_WG9g2z-8SbfabAgZhk1Bfv5sDouhyklj998Et5lr0whJ8oomJo_Oal0ELaauXcqkYTlMLtO2gmhtEMElUm8mOtv_dLxlOEFuH6INA60tayXFWJchM6vh2F8KRsq3kE/s1600-h/053020093852.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk1dk9UATV7B8r_WG9g2z-8SbfabAgZhk1Bfv5sDouhyklj998Et5lr0whJ8oomJo_Oal0ELaauXcqkYTlMLtO2gmhtEMElUm8mOtv_dLxlOEFuH6INA60tayXFWJchM6vh2F8KRsq3kE/s400/053020093852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345867681892470546" border="0" /></a>Ergo, last Tuesday, June 9 was our 4th Monthssary. I was so shocked because it never appeared on my mind that he'll surprised me with roses, cause as my reader knows what happened on that last bunch o' roses he gave me. uhmmn 9 in the morning i was in front of my PC when he entered the office, i did not mind him at first because what i was minding was my blog, afraid that he'll read and see what I was typing here. lol. so fast forward, here he comes with these beautiful roses.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaesyyqIYT0E3w2vTv61toTv8MWFbG-csegVhFLtog7mN8N-My4Dnxr2ZoXaZ_rI_kRYqjIHeGhtfhRxXfxmyGRFpzz7uhVsGIZ80YHuqgTRwi2CycRiocEoIRlmutSTptz2VxPlnlsHo/s1600-h/061020093902.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaesyyqIYT0E3w2vTv61toTv8MWFbG-csegVhFLtog7mN8N-My4Dnxr2ZoXaZ_rI_kRYqjIHeGhtfhRxXfxmyGRFpzz7uhVsGIZ80YHuqgTRwi2CycRiocEoIRlmutSTptz2VxPlnlsHo/s400/061020093902.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345867677065451682" border="0" /></a>the funny thing is I know it's our monthssary but I just rant him an out of the blue question "WHAT'S WITH THESE BEAUTIFUL ROSES" then he answered so funny "IT'S OUR BIRTHDAY RIGHT?" haha... then i remember, Happy 4th monthssary Honhon, thank you and I Love You I said.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-45580127149318305812009-06-08T17:20:00.000-07:002009-06-11T05:34:00.801-07:00Our Story (06-8,9,10,11-09)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Okay so here's how it goes...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >who Joey who?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">... the tall, dark and most handsome boyfriend :). Joey Alvin San Juan- Belza</span><br /><br />He is the most generous boyfriend, son and brother of two younger siblings. He 's got sweet tooth like me. (yey!) He's the most funny and ever smiley man I've ever met, he loves a good laugh and does not hesitate to crack a joke or two even if you beg him to stop doing so. He's front mean "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >maskulado</span><span style="font-size:100%;">" act made people speculate that he's "</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >barumbado</span><span style="font-size:100%;">" BUT HE'S NOT. though he was a good liar... (heheheh) but when giving his loving attention he somehow holds back at times but when we're like the only people together it's like </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >"this is it... there'll be no tomorrow, seize the moment" </span><span style="font-size:100%;">type. I feel blessed and happy that I met him cause he's the type of guy you just couldn't find in the streets.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Why Yen-Yen, why!?</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(why not? what's not to love?)</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />...the not so beautiful but damn drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend :) Joy "joyenz" Nebreja- Lazaro</span><br /><br /><br />I am a school- heiress (<span style="font-style: italic;">heheh</span>) currently stock holder and incorporator at Bethany Christian Academy. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I hate washing the dishes but Love cooking. I Graduated as cum Laude in Hotel and Restaurant Management (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >mind you</span><span style="font-size:100%;">) yet my boyfriend never really appreciate my cooking's (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >mean!nyeheheh</span><span style="font-size:100%;">). I love traveling, the more I slack the more I appreciate the world </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(lol... lazy huh? i know! haha!). </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I can still say that I am the most loving, caring, sweetest, the most wonderful girlfriend Alvin can ever have. No one can love him the way i do (o^____________^0) (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >proven!. </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Ergo, dang it,I AM MADLY, DEEPLY, CRAZILY In Love with him.<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >When Alvin met Yen-yen</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;">It wasn't love at first sight... though I really like his eyes</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">.<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">January 12, 2009 was the day to remember. That was the day we first met on the gym but at that day I'm not interested on looking at other people in the gym, yet he said he saw me and thought I am pretty. And just like what I've told you on my past blogs thousand times before, we started our relationship really shaky, not just shaky but also rough because Alvin use to be in a relationship still that time, yet, without I knowing it, still let him court me and that was the start of our love story (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >aww!</span><span style="font-size:100%;">). Ergo, don't ask me anymore what happened but if you wanna know you can go browse my older posts for the whole story.<br /><br />okay fast forward. so it was the gym (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >sweat shop</span><span style="font-size:100%;">) that became the haven of our amity (^___^) where we spend the first three months of the most shuddering bond. these first three months test my ardor for him. two weeks after, January 26, he start courting me through text (</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >how modern huh? i know</span><span style="font-size:100%;">) it was my best friend norlyn who gave my number to him. so we exchange SMS until dawn and he expressed his desire to court me and another two weeks had past, 9th of February, 9 P.M. in my house he said if he may kiss me, i was shocked and quivering in a good way cause i liked to be kissed too and voila! right then and there a really sweet smack I can still remember ensued. After he went home he send me a text and I never thought that that was it! we're boyfriend- girlfriend already! haha frightened and scared that my mother could sense it I still denied it to myself on the first three days but funny how all those things go and we can't handle our emotion already cause we're falling too down deep to each other, people on the gym realizes our relationship, and they saw how much I Love my Honhon. Honey costs me into so much trouble but infairness to my hubby you can see his transformation from bad-boy into baby boy! lols, i mean into a very dependable, matured, futuristic, lovable man right now. *smirk*.<br /><br />Today June 9, 09 is our Fourth Blessed Monthsary!<br /></span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-82776900030497157202009-06-06T22:43:00.000-07:002009-06-06T22:56:34.853-07:00ALDRIN'S<div style="text-align: center;" id="ln0"><span style="font-weight: bold;">EVEN</span><br /><br />. .I'm OpEn, yOu'rE cLoseD</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln1">whEr yOu gO, i'LL foLLOw</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln2">I wOrRy I wOn't sEE yoUr fAcE</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln3">LiGhT uP AgAin. ..</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln5">EveN tHe bEsT faLL dOwn sOmeTimeS</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln6">EvEn tHe wrOnG wOrd sEEmS tO rhYmE</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln7">Out oF thE doUbt thaT fiLLs mY minD</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln8">I somehow find</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script></div><div style="text-align: center;" id="ln9">you aNd I coLLide . ..<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WORST THING</span><br /><br /><div id="ln0">.. .tHE wOrsTh thinG iS bEinG LonELy. .</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln2">. .iT iS wEn tHAt sOMe1 mAkes yOU feEL sPeciaL tHen suDdeNLy LeavEs yOU HanGinG,</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script>. .aND yoU jUzt hAve to aCt tHAt yOU dOnt minD aND pRetEnD tHAt nOthinG is wOrtH reMemBeriNg<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">SHOUTOUT</span><br /><br /><span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;">neVer allow's somebody 2 be ur priority when in fact ur juzt an option</span><br /></div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-19940497162822242172009-06-05T19:30:00.000-07:002009-06-05T19:56:14.896-07:00LOVE CHAPTER<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93vC4mle9bFezRnr6nik_dy9Z7X-hQRHWZrbgSRN5IosqZN-scpe4k7PoMwUrl9Zw1-JyDc_hpr5LVDlIT4h-NDtei4H8vz1xyrnCov8x5ZHG0GMmQ2_V5_6X1cO_708lPN8FRTUAqlY/s1600-h/love-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 380px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93vC4mle9bFezRnr6nik_dy9Z7X-hQRHWZrbgSRN5IosqZN-scpe4k7PoMwUrl9Zw1-JyDc_hpr5LVDlIT4h-NDtei4H8vz1xyrnCov8x5ZHG0GMmQ2_V5_6X1cO_708lPN8FRTUAqlY/s400/love-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344041026896238498" border="0"></a>Bakit ganun? di ba sabi <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"love keeps NO record of wrong doings"</span> pero dahil sa sobrang takot sa mga pinagdaanan ko kay honey parang pilit na bumabalik baalik sakin yung mga yun taz pag naiisip ko nawawalan ako ng tiwala at puro takot pumapalit? nahihirapan ako eh? or pinapahirapan ko sarili ko should i say? SOBRA KO SYANG MAHAL NA MAHAL! to the extent na kaya at handa ko ibigay lahat ng wala ng pagdadalawang isip alam mo yun? wala at never akong nagsisi sa mga bagay bagay kasi mahal ko sya eh... and if i have to i am willing to do it over and over again. kaya lang... when my fear comes... nawawala lahat sakin, can you blame me? kahapon 6-5-09 22nd birthday nya and he celebrated it with our friends dito sa bahay, all is well until i heard a story... i don't know! i know! i kind of like a retard i guess! this is wrong diba? but come on! prove me wrong! prove that i need not to feel any reverence anymore cause i guess VIN'S <font style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">PURE</font> LOVE IS ENOUGH to stop these things that are shaking me! i dunno know what will happened... GOD here I go again... darn! HONEY i just pray to GOD that... that... that okay HIS WILL BE DONE. Lord help... please po... mahal na mahal ko si alvin talaga!<br /></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-20766318851922204882009-06-01T22:02:00.000-07:002009-06-01T22:04:27.382-07:00just when i thought... i was wrong<span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:100%;" ></span><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:100%;">I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO MOVE ON AND LIKE BE FOREVER STUCK IN JEFF'S SHADOW BUT I WAS WRONG. DEAD WRONG. AFTER EIGHT YEARS OF BEING AT A COMPLETE LOSS IN JEFF'S MEMORY COMES ALVIN. AT FIRST I THOUGHT HE WAS JUST LIKE THOSE OTHER GUYS THAT I HAD A CRUSH ON BUT AS TIME GOES BY I JUST FOUND MYSELF TOTALLY OVER HIM. I FELL IN LOVE. HE HELPED ME MOVE ON AND LIKE START OVER AGAIN OR LIKE CONTINUE TO BREATHE AGAIN. HE'S DIFFERENT AND DOES NOT REMIND ME OF JEFF IN ANY WAYS. HE'S FRONT ACT WERE LIKE MEAN AND UNPLEASANT BUT BEHIND THOSE UNCARING ACT WERE UNCONDITIONAL LOVE FOR HIS FAMILY. THAT'S WHAT I LIKE AND LOVE ABOUT HIM. HIS NAME IS JOEY ALVIN SAN JUAN- BELZA. I LOVE YOU HONEY. THANKS FOR MAKING ME FEEL LOVED BY YOU. I'M ALL YOURS.<br /></span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-41218488034834371952009-06-01T22:01:00.000-07:002009-06-01T22:02:24.697-07:00water baptismlast Sunday my boyfriend finally decided to be baptized through water. i had the video but wasn't able to upload it yet... maybe soonjOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-81472834392227748332009-05-26T18:38:00.000-07:002009-05-27T07:03:41.238-07:00If Only<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkebSl747In_ozssy-KIIvGdgtJ_8VABlXaM3HzoiqDhYv0RLFclIi__ClkSbBtgOlg4dfEw5MErJkn2JV5nNZHiypgL4dDvDVMKpv9SAy2nrfJaslbHdd5XI7ViAxln6hDsXZa_QloE/s1600-h/052720093835.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqkebSl747In_ozssy-KIIvGdgtJ_8VABlXaM3HzoiqDhYv0RLFclIi__ClkSbBtgOlg4dfEw5MErJkn2JV5nNZHiypgL4dDvDVMKpv9SAy2nrfJaslbHdd5XI7ViAxln6hDsXZa_QloE/s400/052720093835.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340504099287067842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">If Only:</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">If He only knew how much I Love Him<br />Maybe He would stop hurting me<br />If He only knew how much he means to me<br />Then maybe He'd not let these tears from falling<br /><br />If He only knew that He is my life<br />Maybe then He could not let me from dying<br />If He only knew that He is my everything<br />Then maybe He would not let this things from happening<br /><br />If Only... He'll love me the way I Love Him<br />Maybe then He'll knew how I am feeling<br />If only He'll realize all of these things I am saying<br />Maybe then He'd be head over heels falling<br /><br />...If Only<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >5-27-09<br />for my honey</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-69244664107639820742009-05-26T04:05:00.000-07:002009-05-29T17:57:14.513-07:00piCtuRe diAry EntRy<div style="text-align: center;">yesterday we went to campo quatro to cut ourselves some slack one more time! hahaha!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlbkg3d9CXtsx6RAIP6K6SCdihqHOvXK9jnRFie58A9IpXrQcbvaOKIHotDxGn-9Yr55JkqU84YF5BRWO05LRd6KQYO_OavXp3xUhsTGOqRYjaI6wnGqnCiNithSI_CCRglBxuvP8LZ8/s1600-h/052520093818.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg63TY2jQbQJqFrOXsPSPFczaJoIyDwh9Oem6WnBBDwXXwatfqMhNXno_GefOUnOfmyveWHUyN2J3oqsUiym9Ezim2e2JlT-dSGUAsxcrK8f6tRLIMtRyg0-zV17rffFPActgeLmkWvr1s/s400/052520093809.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340093380564224610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">uhmm actually last last saturday we went to pantabangan, nueva ecija to road test our baby "kechup". we had fun, actually a very funny experience cause our baby kechup went flat on a rough road uphill place on our way back home... hehehe... my honey and i went walking our baby 3 or almost 5 kilometers down the hill! dude it was one of a kind mind blowing experience. here are some of the pictures while on our trip. lolz.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKaFOe3oaExT7M_kj3m4D7AV7i8VCFcIC5trsDWM3TJg58OsbqD7_pltds_okpFxzQlaBYnzGQxs7HkTJyE4MEr5MiRQM0IKIUZXm5kpjrkEulrJS6AFM2bPguodkVYCdaF4ct7WKQNiA/s1600-h/052120093794.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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font-weight: bold;">Shhhh... Keep your voice down low... these plans are just my secret... lol...</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I was browsing the web a while ago and I end up at Monique Lhuillier and Vera Wang Site... Darn! can't help but to dream my own wedding! hahaha... funny I know... uhmmm how I wish to have my wedding dream come true... here's the list and some run down. hehehehe.. I hope to get this! so here's the wedding catch!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Proposal:</span><br />Hopefully He'd Propose by the shore early morning, like he'll wake me up while the sun is still asleep and take me beside the beach and we'll wait till the sun comes up and then he'll be on his knees with this <span style="font-style: italic;">plum sapphire stoned engagement ring</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LgwnizjkgTWjVY6puAvmsww1o3pDpzf4rq-KLUsHcygp7d3gsliCHsU4E8SfGIxEGSWZtlPdcNawCFGZFl7_3Ek2vEtx3rLyDwAssUaoNcBfsNGxurWWPzqHevWnlO8QUZNy4OTA7p0/s1600-h/f0f3ebb8fc98c41c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 81px; height: 72px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7LgwnizjkgTWjVY6puAvmsww1o3pDpzf4rq-KLUsHcygp7d3gsliCHsU4E8SfGIxEGSWZtlPdcNawCFGZFl7_3Ek2vEtx3rLyDwAssUaoNcBfsNGxurWWPzqHevWnlO8QUZNy4OTA7p0/s400/f0f3ebb8fc98c41c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340056602726930610" border="0" /></a>or could be in a sunset pouring rain with a rare type <span style="font-style: italic;">opal based diamon</span><span style="font-style: italic;">d sur</span><span style="font-style: italic;">rounded engagement ring</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgwUPqPa208cZ3nDkn-IBS2R1DMWFZybwdH23ygsVy_htAEQanDuByUsDbGbWt6qNoSnlS75e8bPR7p-8eAjkWyX6rV4uZI4RBca-4n1WV2cJY3qZT8friMUZasoVqX674sBP-dDn4jI/s1600-h/or1338t.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 71px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWgwUPqPa208cZ3nDkn-IBS2R1DMWFZybwdH23ygsVy_htAEQanDuByUsDbGbWt6qNoSnlS75e8bPR7p-8eAjkWyX6rV4uZI4RBca-4n1WV2cJY3qZT8friMUZasoVqX674sBP-dDn4jI/s400/or1338t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339642543780123842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> </span> while asking me <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">" honey you won't mind if I'll w</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">alk y</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">ou here next month on a white wedding dress then spend the rest of my life</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"> walking with you would you?</span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">" </span>(haha... sweet!) probably I'll cry my tears out answering <span style="font-weight: bold;">YES H</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">ONEY I WON'T MIND SPENDING THE REST OF MY</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> LIFE</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">WALKING</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> WITH YOU, AND YES I WOULD MA</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">RRY YOU!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">YES YES YES!</span> darn it! i can't help but get excited... lolz.. i know i know funny huh? <span style="font-style: italic;">(my boyfriend </span><span style="font-style: italic;">doesn't even want to get married yet though any time soon... how sad... haissssssssst... pathetic me...lol... just kidding... i'm just dreaming ok!)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Motif A:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErydJ-1GWduBGxyjogH249rYtHnWJNrJzTclWQGG9BYFtISKb5jBzq8fT694z2OTHI46rmnhAWHJyla9MSxj75KVT-aqTbCT9h8awhB3HG7GA2Y5ETS4ISf1XynnWiKqiRbDnUJk7Jdc/s1600-h/a2680bdb8f951682.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 164px; height: 78px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirlF26mqAGMBb8QFY7PQhC3rHaaIiRx0b166UiBjBQ6K6IJoF4pKiJUzGsQbc-qn2c0r1M32h_RKaXAUJGdCC58TigQ2Vl4vrHTCeA56Nw-NLQIQNBDaHD02dJIbwbJaHpNa7QJzeVWyg/s400/3085583621_24df5297ef.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340058806685556642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGV2c8fo9sZdFa7EfLi1zN6mhlCCU5D9D7sZHMFoJLl-OR92a2pbdiAOHYtlqYzcArK4N3mlEx9N_rPMUi72J6Wa3AZF-L_pheiZHGMLoiPJ8Og2HUptklI4c00PFvVWK4DguFRiWXlNo/s1600-h/pearl-color-instruction.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 99px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGV2c8fo9sZdFa7EfLi1zN6mhlCCU5D9D7sZHMFoJLl-OR92a2pbdiAOHYtlqYzcArK4N3mlEx9N_rPMUi72J6Wa3AZF-L_pheiZHGMLoiPJ8Og2HUptklI4c00PFvVWK4DguFRiWXlNo/s400/pearl-color-instruction.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340058263638396322" border="0" /></a><br />Plum and<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span>pearl white<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Venue A: </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6LEyoDCOQR0-OJFQDf1UEiXmqL9QxBzXx-tREA4EID6P5J8Xo5dFGI8q0uMO2fhqa8RMGIbMUQNGCR8aUZ06DpFjquMFcac5oFO9pF32rXyj-JjKE_YTnKniChci32PIZeoXdNREbZ00/s1600-h/w0570.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoCy06oKIoItNVK5UIvxT9DJ-rQxKfsY9pE67xM2lNae8rbL1lW0pTOlHITq58CML2NffNKAk_bw1Yazz0MJGIHb_HTvR3EA0vQQfofIv1Wk0Kl9LA_aYsybTKeXcVE9ZRSS2MSxoasY/s400/1687231912_714f325cfb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340060780947918962" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Gown B:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoh4HkGVINJn7_ouIezQYF0JcC8ZNM5nlE3Vo54NzIkVJ9gPbq3IDLLKs3MT6asiEW7W73xxCgmqPIhKtZhux2xZdBkO2VjyCrsO_XmdosrvhEX0FrKYhP4gPAXswKThKtWSzTZVK3dkw/s1600-h/1003-2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoh4HkGVINJn7_ouIezQYF0JcC8ZNM5nlE3Vo54NzIkVJ9gPbq3IDLLKs3MT6asiEW7W73xxCgmqPIhKtZhux2xZdBkO2VjyCrsO_XmdosrvhEX0FrKYhP4gPAXswKThKtWSzTZVK3dkw/s400/1003-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340061150417715250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Wedding Cake A:<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLyXk1b_NG9Ache27olN4lX-OFNVLwUGE49IbmMUuSUz4UT82LA_ZYwX50gQtZfOujmulNyR1mHr13l9SljgdhvuAs2sikRkxa0wS6tjGvu_7jzNOXei0sxHyjBCppYbhyphenhyphenHTtjbk_z-s/s1600-h/3424630931_67e2f55c0b.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 134px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbaRGN04csnmIkrkQTSWIVdOwnctGo14B3q-rUc91HokZS3hUhi1maYVqOMtQBhz0ItT-OIu8IkmJGRwbmHTONvi7tDR6Pro0IddVx3GlvSIFzVxzfKqg58-Y0Wi5vVw0Q2dsitnyGEdQ/s400/hbonny3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340067697207926962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Wedding Hair B:<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJ3Af3Bb3kFZnFM15_K_lhKNFj1jEdFpX3KxlUoWE2RoQB6u6YpWWCe8d_kf_etIKUrePxRnIxhNTl8g10E0edJprrrhB4GtEw7bz_I0b2ALc0V7a_PilMTO4PJI3PeZPvSvCY1AfQqc/s1600-h/wedding-hairstyle-flowdown.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilJ3Af3Bb3kFZnFM15_K_lhKNFj1jEdFpX3KxlUoWE2RoQB6u6YpWWCe8d_kf_etIKUrePxRnIxhNTl8g10E0edJprrrhB4GtEw7bz_I0b2ALc0V7a_PilMTO4PJI3PeZPvSvCY1AfQqc/s400/wedding-hairstyle-flowdown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340070633675095570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Slip Ons:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4fTrpramL1jwNnIVBtFF4khXRp9_KZc6DPnX0Ho_PtfH7QItuCWUUyqE0q8Z8jt2gi6oyoeADY5gooRb-H6qVc6Z1vnDPq0SA-3C_XNXJDCGrW33bwz1RHYgK6p5ZV3OayaqlG9jeVI/s1600-h/42a0cddd2b445d0c.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA4fTrpramL1jwNnIVBtFF4khXRp9_KZc6DPnX0Ho_PtfH7QItuCWUUyqE0q8Z8jt2gi6oyoeADY5gooRb-H6qVc6Z1vnDPq0SA-3C_XNXJDCGrW33bwz1RHYgK6p5ZV3OayaqlG9jeVI/s400/42a0cddd2b445d0c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340071053773132258" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Flip Flops</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvV4dUvdcsKR8fQOrGb5ywgaflFHcbF4bTUU36eDzpZAc66ttER4qhou7kQQPJ_GJsRQkmM5CcUqnm9vtLEdapdkMPyNyPIiym4IC9i2ELmttogZDeqiQgFOYmqurDZpCIgn4ImbTmjo/s1600-h/2746041963_63e2c44807.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvV4dUvdcsKR8fQOrGb5ywgaflFHcbF4bTUU36eDzpZAc66ttER4qhou7kQQPJ_GJsRQkmM5CcUqnm9vtLEdapdkMPyNyPIiym4IC9i2ELmttogZDeqiQgFOYmqurDZpCIgn4ImbTmjo/s400/2746041963_63e2c44807.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340071868711344338" border="0" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wedding Song A:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Pachelbel's Canon in D Major</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Wedding Song B:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">Feels Like Home- Chantal Kreviazuk</span><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ha ha.. Okay i know i know... every thing seems to be all planned BY ME already huh? but to remind you these are just my dreams so if by chance that I am about to marry at least I already have an Idea of what i want cause I have envisioned of it already.</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQNjMOhCzGrQrPLAjaMsZZWX59Cr36hOuydEq7zszsn8pyq2iQY3cl6TPtQpQK8Fxs5r5mKmMSzqtomgdtoNvbrceTIF88XKiwQMfZ0u0EPi6v9yvoyJMXx-0S_3Bk3EstJ0YPNvaKA0/s1600-h/weddingPHOTO.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsQNjMOhCzGrQrPLAjaMsZZWX59Cr36hOuydEq7zszsn8pyq2iQY3cl6TPtQpQK8Fxs5r5mKmMSzqtomgdtoNvbrceTIF88XKiwQMfZ0u0EPi6v9yvoyJMXx-0S_3Bk3EstJ0YPNvaKA0/s400/weddingPHOTO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340073317897621426" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I WISH MY HONEY WOULD TURN MY DREAM WEDDING INTO R-E-A-L-I-T-Y </span></span><br /></div></div></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-85011083500559028242009-05-23T07:02:00.000-07:002009-05-24T22:32:52.574-07:00Feels like home<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfPabqNgU39yppBLsuzg09S8ZdvyKiCxqi7z3n1DVeKIAvBpd-m5H6wN4P73r-HR85XAWXtDsZ7STc5JParV3E-xUmWeke4ootxtmouKjIsiwCsZUcYDu5I3dpLp7yq44s06qJRUBcsA/s1600-h/012520092936.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfPabqNgU39yppBLsuzg09S8ZdvyKiCxqi7z3n1DVeKIAvBpd-m5H6wN4P73r-HR85XAWXtDsZ7STc5JParV3E-xUmWeke4ootxtmouKjIsiwCsZUcYDu5I3dpLp7yq44s06qJRUBcsA/s400/012520092936.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339050526767114226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >O</span>kay here I go again. I just really want the world to know how much I Love my Boyfriend. I just want the whole world to see how this love I have for him is as bright as the burning rays of sun. I am so happy every time we're together even though we've had a rough start as you guys can read all through out my blog. Every time I am about to think of those days I can't help but cry, cause I almost gave up on him, I almost gave up of this love. I cry every time I remember how he used to hurt me and yet I continue to allow him to hurt me. I remember how he use to lie and send me text messages that he is suppose to send "HER". It hurts and frighten me especially when we are fighting over the same thing over and over again because <span style="font-weight: bold;">I LOVE HIM SO MUCH</span> that I was able to give in everything that I am, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I LOVE HIM SO DEAR</span> that I forgive him over and over again, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I LOVE HIM MORE THAN ANY THING IN THIS WORLD</span> that I did fight for my Love for him, even though until now I am still hurting. like right now, I am crying because I can't believe that finally he's with me, though I still have some doubt but I am trying to bring my full trust back for him.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">I</span> want to spend the rest of my life and be with Him that even death can't tear us apart. I enjoy every minute of the day I spent with him. I am so happy every time we're together. I love the Idea that we're inseparable and that we enjoy each others company. <span style="font-style: italic;">If he only knew how much He and this moment means to me and how long I've waited for him and his touch and if he only knew how happy he is making me cause I never thought that I would love anyone so much like I am loving him.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I don't know what will happened to me if by chance that our fate decided to part our ways and let us take our separate path's on our own because with him I feel complete, with him everything seems to be just so right, with him my future seems so clear, with him it feels like finally I am home where I truly belong</span>.<span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Honey co I LOVE YOU SO MUCH</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">..</span>.</span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/"><img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/new-player-skin-2.gif" alt="new-player-skin-2.gif" style="border: 0px solid ;" /></a><br /><object data="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="277" height="20"><param name="movie" value="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf"><param name="flashvars" value="&file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2Fz70JAHILOG%2Fchantal_-_feels_like_home_.mp3&height=20&width=277&showeq=true&autostart=true&repeat=always&shuffle=false&volume=100"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="never"><param name="allownetworking" value="internal"><param name="quality" value="high"><param name="scale" value="noscale"><param name="salign" value="l"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><!--[if IE]><embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="277" height="20" flashvars="&file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2Fz70JAHILOG%2Fchantal_-_feels_like_home_.mp3&height=20&width=277&showeq=true&autostart=true&repeat=always&shuffle=false&volume=100" allowscriptaccess="never" allownetworking="internal" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent"></embed><![endif]--></object><br /><a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/">Feels Like Home<small><br /></small></a></div></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-9923988576828394802009-05-19T19:39:00.000-07:002009-05-20T16:25:00.733-07:00di kapanipaniwala<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtplMvVrJs7nHMWap-1C3wEpcKyiuB76Fq5lL27VtxHAheQT4hKy-VU-tKq32OIquEoEXXnaTHfYz8ZNpZO6iy7fj-rz9xBbIMpco82zBmBRaLbnuFsxlPURW1b1LCPxGe5PehfJTTT4/s1600-h/lg_honey_you_are_my_love.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvtplMvVrJs7nHMWap-1C3wEpcKyiuB76Fq5lL27VtxHAheQT4hKy-VU-tKq32OIquEoEXXnaTHfYz8ZNpZO6iy7fj-rz9xBbIMpco82zBmBRaLbnuFsxlPURW1b1LCPxGe5PehfJTTT4/s400/lg_honey_you_are_my_love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337757537305054882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">OO na... In Love Na ako... magagawa ko? kala ko di ko na makakalimutan si Jeff tapos biglang pana ni kupido pucha aray! sakto! tumama! hahah! kamakailan lang natatandaan ko pa, Desyembre yun eh, magpapasko katext ko si mareng muging ng ganito:<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">marz:</span> marz matatapos na naman ang taon wala pa tayong boylet... hahaha<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">ako:</span> xete, wag mu na nga pinapaalala? mas malupet ako mag-bebente kwatro na loveless pa!<br /><br /></span>Kita mo nga naman noh? tapos kung babalikan mo yung mga blog ko nung December puro patungkol kay Jeff yun, yung pambihirang lalakeng ipinagkait sakin ng tadhana! haha! <span style="font-style: italic;">(mahal na mahal ko yun dati eh, isipin mo Siyam na taon na wala na akong binanggit na ibang pangalan kundi JEFF!?<span style="font-style: italic;">)<br /><br /></span></span>Tapos ng pagsapit ng bagong taon, di ko talaga akalain na magkakaganito ang buhay ko! <span style="font-style: italic;">(bawal mang magmura pero pambihira! SIYETe...) </span>biglang gumulo ang mundo ko! na inlove ako eh! ang gulo talaga lalo na nung una, akalain mo naranasan kong lait-laitin ako, pambihira, makita ko ang mga itsura ng mga yun josko <span style="font-weight: bold;">PATAWARIN</span> kayo! oo di ako perpekto, tao lang... bakit ikaw perfect? <span style="font-style: italic;">(OO NA! MAGMAGANDA KAYO! SINALA KAYO SA BUNOT! PERO KUNG DI KO PA ALAM NA KUNG DI PA KAYO MAG-PONDS AT POWDER WITH MATCHING MAXI-PEEL DI PA KAYO DADANDA!... SIGE LAITIN NYO AKO! KALOKANG MGA ITO! mas madanda pa din ako sa inyo... P-E-R-I-O-D hehe)<br /><br /></span><span>pero ngayon, masayang masaya na ako... </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">SUBRA!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> finally i'm with the man long i've been waiting for. </span><span> i love my honey so much!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-30095791493743070412009-05-13T01:19:00.000-07:002009-05-14T20:04:24.069-07:00When the Lion fell in love with the Lamb<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ILFgCZOhyLTcmZZqoQqxHEWHbX4N0GA0HoLPMopgDyswsfY7X9zCOemQgS6wVZ6GOJE6wcio6NLm22FkWVeQ9iVwKpmo7l8UGwUZ4zeOaVxn8jWUiVGjUkM6bEmkw9zK3hv1zKei6Ko/s1600-h/050220093579.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ILFgCZOhyLTcmZZqoQqxHEWHbX4N0GA0HoLPMopgDyswsfY7X9zCOemQgS6wVZ6GOJE6wcio6NLm22FkWVeQ9iVwKpmo7l8UGwUZ4zeOaVxn8jWUiVGjUkM6bEmkw9zK3hv1zKei6Ko/s400/050220093579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335238996827359154" border="0" /></a>I couldn't help but shiver! (in a good way) darn! my boyfriend is so so sweet! hahah! He made me feel so special, beautiful and loved... finally after three long mournful months I've already found my lullaby... my every sweet escape, my life. He's like a cadbury, I'm getting use to him. He's my morphine, my daily apathy. I met him as a stranger, a really strange stranger and I was right, indeed he was a serial stranger. He use to hurt and make me cry, though, he even use to make me smile. I was like a kid who's been run off with whirly pops and go tantrum then after wards this stranger bribe me with some butterfinger. I don't know how he knew that it was my favorite chocolate after cadbury but because I'm just a kid, a vulnerable fragile juvenile, I, accepted his bribe. I got use of his enticements, his sweet words, his believable promises... then when he thought that I was about to fall completely on his pit the world turned upside-down. The Lion began to tumble down my kind-of-sheep attitude. He got lost in my being benevolent and got avid about my lachrymose eyes. I knock him off of his feet and got swayed by my honeyed voice. I have persuaded the King and made the Lion fall in love with the Lamb, I made him fall in love with me. Now, I could not help but not believe , but I have to cause if I won't then who would? right? I love my beau so much... more than one could ever imagine, I completely prove myself wrong in terms of setting boundaries when it comes about this crazy thing called love, cause once I've set my standard and hemmed my self to things I thought I should only be doing. I Love You Honey, So much too.<br /> </div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-58740127893581888992009-05-09T23:36:00.000-07:002009-05-10T18:48:59.207-07:00GOD SALAMAT PO<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vs-dVzl_XObpdFLdjnVMzob6fIgagUZnlzGt8rOGpM8YzGXuly4P4MkP_IcGYm7VdwXDzKq578xJ99m8P6GY5GUdr6s1YQPR9Wk8rC-73ArBv2ngbQBqsCVdAZ4Lu9_ng6fLz5bQyvs/s1600-h/050120093502.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6vs-dVzl_XObpdFLdjnVMzob6fIgagUZnlzGt8rOGpM8YzGXuly4P4MkP_IcGYm7VdwXDzKq578xJ99m8P6GY5GUdr6s1YQPR9Wk8rC-73ArBv2ngbQBqsCVdAZ4Lu9_ng6fLz5bQyvs/s400/050120093502.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334377206984799618" border="0" /></a>sa totoo lang dumadaan pa din ako up to now sa bagyo ng buhay ko. dumating sa point yung buhay ko na inakala ko na madali lang, pero mali ako dahil di kinaya ng utak ko ang mga biglaang pangyayari at nawindang ako. masakit para sa akin na maloko at saktan ng tao na mahal ko, mabuti na lang the table did turned around and i am somehow happy na ngayon. di ko alam, i mean alam ko na di dapat makipag relasyon ang kapwa Kristiano sa mga hindi Kristiano dahil nga may batas ang Dyos dito II Cor. 6:14. pero sa kabilang banda meron ding natala sa Biblia na maaari kang maging dahilan para makakilala sa dyos ang iyong kabiyak. sa ngayon ang alam ko lang may dahilan ang Dyos sa lahat ng mga bagay na nangyayari sa buhay ko ngayon dahil diko din lubos maisip kung paanong unting unti nyang inaayos ang mga gusot na dinaanan ko. sya na din mismo ang tumulong sa akin, bagamat sa ngayon magulo pa din ang mga bagay bagay pero alam ko magiging maayos din ang lahat. magiging masaya din kami ng tuluyan ng honey ko, liligaya na din ako at mawawala ng lahat ng alinlangan ko dahil alam ko di kami pababayaan ng Dyos, mabuti sya at di nya hahayaang mapahamak ang mga tao lalo na ang mga anak nya, lalo na ako, kami ng honey ko. mahal na mahal ko sya bagamat masakit at mapait ang pinagdaanan at naging simula namin pero umaasa ako sa tamamng panahon at malapit na yun, aayusin din ng Dyos ang lahat ng bagay at di na ako iiyak ulit ng dahil sa sama ng loob, sobra kong mahal si alvin pati buhay ko kaya kong ibigay, sana lang talagang mahal nya ako ng higit pa sa buhay nya tulad ng sinabi nya. Lord maraming maraming salamat po sa lahat at kayo po ang patuloy na manguna at maghari at gumabay sa relasyon namin ng honey ko. maraming maraming salamat po at binigay nyo sya sa akin, alam ko po may dahilan kayo sa lahat ng ito, God alam ko magiging maayos na ang lahat. thank you po. I LOVE YOU.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-14534552755939348912009-05-04T06:31:00.000-07:002009-05-04T06:57:10.082-07:005 DAYS VACATION WITH MY HUBBY April 29- May 4 '09<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPI8JIlhYTvVjYlbqCmrnQwC0T_UTbsj6MCguoJMe47GfqyUDBpxX-QRiZFqXIQKyHMfAbK8Fr9NSiujW9eaOHSWuSftgp17hiD-8AjSdtFC-KQ3_hn5uC7mtVMA5Vf3yPNu_eWPl2fzM/s1600-h/050320093673.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPI8JIlhYTvVjYlbqCmrnQwC0T_UTbsj6MCguoJMe47GfqyUDBpxX-QRiZFqXIQKyHMfAbK8Fr9NSiujW9eaOHSWuSftgp17hiD-8AjSdtFC-KQ3_hn5uC7mtVMA5Vf3yPNu_eWPl2fzM/s400/050320093673.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331964422368044098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><br />5 HAPPIEST DAYS OF MY ENTIRE LIFE WITH THE MAN I TRULY LOVE</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">ako na yata ang isa sa pinakamasayang tao during this last 5 days! panu kasama ko lang naman ang nag-iisang at pinakamamahal kong tao... ang honey ko, ang lalakeng mapapangasawa ko.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaK_n1y9Rvj3JJVOLSmr4W_QlCMzT9OYuIgR5-hrzm8C-wKdI7lwUzYinAjNFSpqVx48wpktoKYAaxaAfXMgLqMDAfwX0KLL-B_MRq4yOeP5JIzxUmWg7JRCbDduspP1Je2Rh7E9qpHA/s1600-h/050120093530.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXaK_n1y9Rvj3JJVOLSmr4W_QlCMzT9OYuIgR5-hrzm8C-wKdI7lwUzYinAjNFSpqVx48wpktoKYAaxaAfXMgLqMDAfwX0KLL-B_MRq4yOeP5JIzxUmWg7JRCbDduspP1Je2Rh7E9qpHA/s400/050120093530.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331965047300344930" border="0" /></a>pumayag ang nanay ko for the first time na magkasama kami ng honey ko pero yung nga lang sa tita ko sa pPangasinan pero ayos lang kasi napakasaya namin.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRye5rLZyVaw4ktPac5H-lM0ac3kkOfXJS-W-ZIn_4AsGjWv14vj-vInZrqegI8ZjV8iZ0C5XpLulL-FamyDOD7Nxb3RjXaumY7fQjbudRH6sjEo-x5rj7XHFmnUmcl0IDdFKXChdrpuY/s1600-h/050320093661.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRye5rLZyVaw4ktPac5H-lM0ac3kkOfXJS-W-ZIn_4AsGjWv14vj-vInZrqegI8ZjV8iZ0C5XpLulL-FamyDOD7Nxb3RjXaumY7fQjbudRH6sjEo-x5rj7XHFmnUmcl0IDdFKXChdrpuY/s400/050320093661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331963170140716162" border="0" /></a>April 29- May 4 2009 wala kaming ginawa kundi mag- beach sa ibat ibang beach ng pangasina like binmaley beach at lingayen gulf at binmaley river tapos nagpunta pa kami ng honey ko sa baguio na kami lang dalawa.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3oAFPMzBJKzgZn9hLBHjSC1DY4DkLb2Um7gopq8VIyrFI35Cc_gn8AbY2_eGQpUfnwtlWRXdpQzpBrPqdShpxtpCqb2gojvIesNUWIeMVwRA16Tze5HHJIYoMuOFYytFHMI5yD6i0oc/s1600-h/050220093572.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm3oAFPMzBJKzgZn9hLBHjSC1DY4DkLb2Um7gopq8VIyrFI35Cc_gn8AbY2_eGQpUfnwtlWRXdpQzpBrPqdShpxtpCqb2gojvIesNUWIeMVwRA16Tze5HHJIYoMuOFYytFHMI5yD6i0oc/s400/050220093572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331962323724619042" border="0" /></a>napakasaya namin kahit na hindi namin kabisado yung place sa Baguio, kahit na nawawala at naliligaw at kung saan saang na kami nalusot at kahit naubos na ang pera namin sa taxi fair napakasaya pa din namin dahil isipin mo first date namin to na wala akong chaperon at nasa malayong lugar pa kami at dalawa lang kami!<br /></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-62281353121307916942009-04-15T23:44:00.000-07:002009-04-15T23:45:22.460-07:00Nevr be the same again<div id="ln0">I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.</div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-79440102270299746292009-04-05T16:43:00.000-07:002009-04-05T16:59:18.638-07:00this is yña's actually...i just thought i could re-phrase and re-use it...this is good...<div id="ln2">After 3 long months we have finally get through our first ordeal.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln3">3 months of ups and downs.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln4">3 months of laughters and tears…</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln5">But even if the past wasn’t the best for us, here we are… happy at last.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln7">Friends ask me why… And everytime I just answer - It’s going to be a new start. A start of something good, maybe not the best, but it’ll be something good. God continues to forgive us inspite of our sins, never fails to give us second chances if we repent. So, who am I to not forgive and give chances. And as I have said - No matter how many times he does it, I’ll never lose hope. I’ll be patient and still have faith because I love him so much and that i don't regret a thing and if i have to I'll do it over and over again.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln9">Faith in God will bind us.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln10">And I’m just going to ask for you to pray for us as well.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln12">To all our friends and family who have helped us make it this far, THANK YOU.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln13">Continue to share with us more memories.</div> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script> <script type="text/javascript"> var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14'); curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); for(var i = links.length; i >= 0; --i) { if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "..."; } </script><div id="ln15">May God be with us all.</div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-17263952568757710042009-03-27T17:34:00.000-07:002009-03-27T17:35:47.289-07:00BEST THING TO DO IS TO...Live.<br /><br />Love.<br /><br />Laugh.<br /><br />Try.<br /><br />Take Chances.<br /><br />Make Mistakes and Learn from it.<br /><br />Explore cause in life you need to do things that gets you outside your comfort zone, if you don't then you'll never know what the store might have for you because sometimes we even stop ourselves from doing things that we want to do, even when you win or loose not knowing would be the biggest lost.<br /><br />Life could be really complicated at times but what makes it more complicated is your decisions, once decided stand by it and face the consequences if you have to.<br /><br />Never let your Anger eats you cause if that happens you'll be missing one of the life's most EXPENSIVE freedom... the freedom of FORGIVENESS.<br /><br />So Forgive and Forget and turn back from the past grudges cause there is no really easy way out but accepting the fact that you failed and made mistakes and by accepting the truth it will really set you free.<br /><br />All of this can only happen if you really know how to LOVE. isn't it that LOVE is the most wonderful thing in this world?<br /><br />Even if it is your fault or not guys it's never too late to apologize.<br /><br />So smile cause i love you=)<br /><br />-joynlazarojOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-42351206538623472862009-03-22T22:00:00.000-07:002009-03-22T22:32:05.007-07:00Honey I stay in love with you<div style="text-align: justify;">Gee, i never thought this would ever happened to me. I am so madly in Love. ha ha! I know I know, I've been like blogging it here for a while huh? crazy, it just started last January, everything happens so fast. now no matter what i do i can't stop but fell in love, haha... I'm just happy cause who would have though that JOYENZ would be like this. i thought i have set and raised my standards in terms of falling in love and that i thought i would be different in a way that i'll be able to handle myself, cause i thought i am wise... ha ha! but i am not. once again i proved myself WRONG. i am crazy man! C-R-A-Z-Y! but i am loving this craziness cause it is making me wiser, stronger and smarter i guess? ha ha! another joke! i mean I've learned that when you love you don't need to set standards or boundaries and that learn to let go when you have to and hold on when it's not yet time to let go and like still go fight for it. Love is all about loving unconditionally and of no boundaries, indeed it is martyrdome. now i understand what Jesus use to tell when he said love one another and love your neighbors MORETHAN yourself and that now I realize why HE offer his life for US on that cross. I know at some point it is different and that we got dissimilar beliefs and explanation about it but that was just my view. you are free to comment if you like. it'll be appreciated but please be kind and leave your name and links if you have. ty.<br /><br /></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-22128837152809314762009-03-19T21:27:00.000-07:002009-03-19T22:10:56.118-07:00March 19, 2009<span style="font-size:100%;">Today- March 20, 2009<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> Yesterday Vin and I had a fight, again, a big one, that fight took its toll on me and I have had enough. I was really really hurt this time and I just devoured my whole day crying and the fit of my temper was seen by my best friend Norlyn. I was hurt by the fact that He announces to my cousin's friend and folk that I am just his number two, not his girlfriend but is number two! darn fucking horrible word. it kept ringing in my ear. I felt like I was a slut, like I took him in somebody else arms! I felt horrible and devastated. My morale was low and say joke it could be but it's not funny! I wanted to hit him on his face and like poured my anger all out but still I cant. I Love him so much that still, I was able to phone him and talk to him until my madness eats me, I scolded him on the phone while tears was flooding in my eyes, I felt a freaking chilling air and I still have a flu, I am shaking and I turned red. I cried and poured my heart out. I screamed out my lungs. That was a twenty-minute-call. A long madly twenty-minute call.<br /><br /> I was sad, low and quiet the whole remaining hours of the day. Then came the night. He knows how mad i was at him, yet he didn't manage to exert an effort to confront or talk to me. That made me feel more miserable. remember the other day? he just sent me a lovely white roses, i was just so happy that day until this fight. My girl friends were texting me and talking to me and like saying don't worry you can make it, you'll get through it, while some was also madly furious to Vin. Can't blame them, they see how this relationship like turned my world up-side-down and seen how my world revolves around the palm of Vin's hands. I know I was wrong cause I have loved him so much. Too much that I poured and gave it all like all out of love. I really didn't care cause I think that if you love someone you gotta love him as much as you love yourself right? I don't believe in the saying that Loving yourself is the greatest love of all cause that would conflict what the Bible was saying. Yeah Yeah sour -graping, well whatever, I Love the guy so what? I don't regret a thing. I was Hurt and still hurting but I really don't care. I don't give a damn. If I have to I'll do it over and over again. I won't put an end in any of my sentences but I am willing to learn and live my life. hahah! Stupid huh? no, you just don't get it cause you're not in my shoes. once again, stupid hahah!<br /><br /> Then came the 24th hour after the day of the big fight. my phone beeps (beep-beep) but before that my heart was pounding like a banging gong. I was like, shit! what the hell is happening to me? and there he goes... SORRY JOY I DIDN"T MEAN TO HURT YOU, I AM SORRY. I felt a warm tear swallowing my eyes. I begot damned! haha. I smiled and reply to his message and send him a very long one that will make him go crazy, then he replied and I was somehow shocked but it took me to my surprise that he choses mee, again, hahah. crazy, crazy LOVE! and now I have to wait for him till he comes here later and we'll have a talk and starts to clear things up and try to start a new beggining and like do what we think we need to do. Honey I don't know why I Loved you this way, why I Loved you this much because I don't think I need any reason just to love you, cause I know Love is unexplainable., weird, like US. I Love you Honey, come on let's do it, Let's start and make things up.<br /><br /></span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-63686739299723697582009-03-17T22:36:00.000-07:002009-03-20T18:47:28.066-07:00HONEYVIN GAVE ME ROSES<p style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMrGVbekK2mAxu7iPoP8pmWOF1YovUOAIMggQu1DXOY9UbJ0KMAHK1kge4K-BJJQEN2AP0FeA3Di0wVL78cqDWaoFgwrA8fC8udcrj5YMepi7n6OYaeINBIZrGj927ZP1585UWl_urCM/s1600-h/031820093317.jpg" mce_href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMrGVbekK2mAxu7iPoP8pmWOF1YovUOAIMggQu1DXOY9UbJ0KMAHK1kge4K-BJJQEN2AP0FeA3Di0wVL78cqDWaoFgwrA8fC8udcrj5YMepi7n6OYaeINBIZrGj927ZP1585UWl_urCM/s1600-h/031820093317.jpg"><img style="border: 0px solid ; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMrGVbekK2mAxu7iPoP8pmWOF1YovUOAIMggQu1DXOY9UbJ0KMAHK1kge4K-BJJQEN2AP0FeA3Di0wVL78cqDWaoFgwrA8fC8udcrj5YMepi7n6OYaeINBIZrGj927ZP1585UWl_urCM/s400/031820093317.jpg" mce_src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCMrGVbekK2mAxu7iPoP8pmWOF1YovUOAIMggQu1DXOY9UbJ0KMAHK1kge4K-BJJQEN2AP0FeA3Di0wVL78cqDWaoFgwrA8fC8udcrj5YMepi7n6OYaeINBIZrGj927ZP1585UWl_urCM/s400/031820093317.jpg" alt="" /></a></p> <div style="text-align: justify;" mce_style="text-align:justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size: small;font-size:100%;" >Yesterday Honey and I had a fight over this unsolved matter with his so-called-ex-girlfriend-thinggy. it was a bit frustrating cause we keep on fighting about the same matter over and over and over again. it was like a hell of a fight through phone but when finally see each other everything starts to fall in its place. it's peaceful again. i was hurting by the fact that he wasn't able to move with his ex still. it was thwarting when he keeps on saying i love you honey but at the back of my mind i know he's also saying i love you to "mahal" (their terms of endearment which is a tagalog vernacular for "love"). well you can't blame me cause he's been sending me wrong text messages when he should have been sending it to HER! i know i know what you were thinking "dumb pathetic". well i don't know what to do until yesterday i decided to call it a quit. i am fed up. i am having had enough. i said to myself "this is it, we're through", enough is enough. so i decided to text him and broke up with him, cause i though he wouldn't even bother winning me back, but i was wrong. this is the second time he hold me back. he said "hon don't do this. not now, notthis way. don't, i know we're having so much hard times but lemme solve this case...just gimme some more time hon ". i was shocked. i cried. i was having bad mood yesterday cause i was tired and restless and being too emotional, and i am sick...i mean i am sick really due of tonsillitis and all i can feel is the pain he has injected right on through my heart, the hurting and the emotions of anger and vengeance. but i was so, still kind, that i manage not to let my rage to eat my soul. i love him so much that i was able to forgive him and understand him even though i know that this is too much of being stupid! after a couple of hour, he arrived here in my house with his might on. we talked. i was crying though i am holding my tears back cause i don't want him to see how fragile i was. but he know me so well that he knew how to comfort me. he know me so well in just a short time. it's like we known each other like since way way back.<br />Then came now, March 18, 2009. he texted me ten times around 10:30 in the morning asking" hon, are you going out somewhere?" then i replied "hon, how can i? i am sick...why?" then said he "just don't go anywhere...okay?" then ii replied "why what's the matter? are you planning to kidnap me? lolz" then he said "no more questions anymore, just don't go out of the house", "okay, i said" then half an hour past came the delivery man with white roses on his hands...i was surprised and shocked and in love...hahah...i know it was very overwhelming, a bouquet of white roses was delivered in my house. i phoned him and said "hon thank you for the flowers...it was so sweet...i think my sickness was gone" then he said "i hope through that white roses i can cope up with my offenses to you" and he asked if i liked it and i said "what do you mean I LIKE IT? I LOVED IT... yes" then he said "i like white roses ... it symbolizes purity and means a lot to me, giving it to you that my love is sweet and pure., i love you honey" and i said "thank you so much and i love you too." hahah! this is how sweet we could be and madly in love. Alvin, once again thank you for this wonderful memory.<br /></span><br /></span></div>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-89229495233180807142009-03-17T04:41:00.000-07:002009-03-17T04:43:53.464-07:00HONEY CO...hope you read this<p style="text-align: justify;">This not really much of a blog.. it’s more of a letter to a certain person whom i really really wish that HE is going to read this.. yes it is a HE. d(+_\\)b</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;">to you, who helped me move on from life’s sick jokes and love’s crazy games, THANK YOU.. i just hope that it is really you that is worth playing the game with, CAT AND MOUSE. i love it when you ask me if you can LOVE ME DOWN. you always tell me that you hope to get NAKED AND SACRED with me, chances are always thin, that is why i see to it that IT ENDS TONIGHT. but life is still a joke and love is still a game, i still think of AUTUMNS MONOLOGUE but hell, it’s always THE FICTION WE LIVE IN.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;">you always want to comPROMISE with me, but i only ask to be BLUE AND YELLOW. i NOTE that TO mySELF and you have life to go on, but we like things this way, complicated and just CHASING CARS. </p>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5924769472004374996.post-53080432541954303572009-03-17T04:34:00.000-07:002009-03-17T04:36:31.562-07:00SALTY COFFEE–an amazing love storyHe met her at a party. She was so<br />beautiful, many guys were chasing<br />after her, while he was so plain and<br />simple, nobody paid attention to him.<br /><br />At the end of the party, he invited<br />her to have coffee with him, she was<br />surprised, but to be polite, she<br />consented. They went to a nice coffee<br />shop, he was too nervous to say<br />anything, she felt uncomfortable, she<br />thought, please, let me go home….<br />suddenly he asked the waiter.<br /><br />"would you please give me some salt?<br />I’d like to put it in my coffee."<br />Everybody stared at him, How strange!<br />His face turned red, but still, he put<br />the salt in his coffee and drank it.<br /><br />She asked him curiously; why you have<br />salt in your coffee? He replied: "when<br />I was a little boy, I lived near the<br />sea, I like playing in the sea, I<br />could feel the taste of the sea, just<br />like the taste of the salty coffee.<br />Now every time I have the salty<br />coffee, I always think of my<br />childhood, think of my hometown, I<br />miss my hometown so much, I miss my<br />parents who still live there". While<br />saying that tears filled his eyes. She<br />was deeply touched.<br /><br />That’s his true feelings, from the<br />bottom of his heart. A man who can<br />share his homesickness, he must be a<br />man who loves home, cares about home,<br />has ties to his home. Then she also<br />started to speak, spoke about her<br />faraway hometown, her childhood, her<br />family. That was a really nice talk,<br />also a beautiful beginning of their<br />story.<br /><br />They continued to date. She found that<br />he was actually a man who meets all<br />her demands; he had tolerance, was<br />kind hearted, warm, careful. He was<br />such a good person but she almost<br />missed knowing him! Thanks to his<br />salty coffee!<br /><br />The story ended just like every<br />beautiful love story , the princess<br />married the prince, then they lived<br />happily ever after… And, every time<br />she made coffee for him, she put some<br />salt in it, as she knew that’s the way<br />he liked it.<br /><br />After 40 years, he passed away, left<br />her a letter which said: "My dearest,<br />please forgive me, I have been lying<br />my whole life. This was the only lie<br />I told you—the salty coffee.<br /><br />Remember the first time we dated? I<br />was so nervous at that time, actually<br />I wanted some sugar, but I said<br />salt. It was hard for me to change<br />it, so I just went ahead.I never<br />thought that could be the start of our<br />conversation! I tried to tell you the<br />truth many times in my life, but<br /><br />I was too afraid to do that, as I have<br />promised not to lie to you about<br />anything..<br /><br />Now I’m dying, I’m afraid of nothing<br />so I can tell you the truth: I don’t<br />like the salty coffee, what a strange<br />bad taste.. But I have had the<br />salty coffee for my whole life! Since<br />I met you, I don’tnever feel sorry for<br />everything I did for you. " Having you<br />with me is the biggest thrill of my<br />whole life. If I can live a second<br />time around, I would still want to<br />know you and have you for the rest of<br />my life,even though I have to drink<br />the salty coffee again".<br /><br />Her tears made the letter totally wet.<br />One day, someone asked her: how did<br />the salty coffee taste? It was very<br />sweet, she replied.<br /><br />Love is not to forget but to forgive,<br />not to see but to understand, not to<br />hear but to listen, not to let go but<br />to HOLD ON !!!!<br /><br />Don’t ever leave the one you love for<br />the one you like, because the one you<br />like will leave you for the one they<br />love…<br /><br /><a href="http://souless20.blog.friendster.com/2007/04/salty-coffee-an-amazing-love-story/">-coffee-an-amazing-love-story/</a>jOyEnZhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04949904563231123964noreply@blogger.com0