<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391496627380046063</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:44:37.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a drag queen's closet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hobodingbat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6391496627380046063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hobodingbat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>isay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01260908129023217062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6391496627380046063.post-1940479271413763720</id><published>2007-10-26T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T17:22:52.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hypothesis: rejected</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want you back. i need you. i am still inlove with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;should i shot myself? yeah, i think i should.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after months of preparation for our foundation week...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;after a week of observing myself, i have finally come to an undeniable conclusion. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I STILL LOVE HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;just like a forwarded quote of my friend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;i never stopped loving him. i just learned how to live without him.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i realized that last night, during our student's night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i was expecting that he would really come at our campus to celebrate with us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but he didn't. i was disappointed, yes. but not to the point that i would ruin my night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it would have been fine for me if the operator didn't play "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" as the 2nd sweet song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i would have chose to yell those men. they didn't know how it affected me. even my friends didn't know that i cried that night. really cried. [yes, leng, and myang... i cried. i just didn't tell you coz i know you'll get mad. only tom knew this.]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ALL I EVER WISHED THAT NIGHT IS FOR US TO TALK. I AM NOT EXPECTING ANYTHING. I AM NOT EXPECTING THAT WE'LL BE TOGETHER AGAIN. ALL I EVER WANTED IS  A PROPER CLOSURE. SO I CAN MOVE ON. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;because when we broke up [march 29, 2007], it was just on the phone. and eversince, we didn't see each other again. oow, we had. that was when we had a parade some day on the first week of April. but eversince that day, never.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;but then, if he really wanted to win me back, he would have talked to me during that parade. he should've find ways to talk to me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BUT HE DIDN'T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. that's what makes it so bitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;this is the whole story after the breakup [this was before the said parade]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;we still have communication that time. we texted a lot, telling me to take him again. i was actually planning to do so, but before doing that, we need to talk personally which at that time, i can't coz me and my family were everywhere [bukidnon to davao]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;until one day, he stopped texting me. and my pride was the only thing that kept me from not txting him too. it was all that i have that time. and that was the end. after that, no news from him. not until he made a new friendster account and invited me and saw his pics with his girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;if i was just bitchy girl, i would have done a lot of bitchy things that only i would suffer in the end. *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;if i could just turn back the time, i wouldn't have been very impulsive. i was taken by my insecurities which wasnt really enough to break up with him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lord, all i ever wanted is for us to talk. that's all. i only have tomorrow and i don't want to miss that chance. i heard he'll be back in cebu this sunday and ill be off to davao this sunday too. just a talk, please. and guess what day would be this sunday? it's OCTOBER 28, 2007. i am supposed to be celebrating that day with him. *sigh* i guess some things weren't just meant to be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;isay
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DAMN! DAMN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to hit myself... what's going on with me? we may not have seen each other when he went home but i am still &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;affected with his presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... i thought that not seeing him is a great thing to me... but it's not... it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;doesn't make any difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... im still affected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been such a loner this week... gaping at nothing.. thinking of what to do if ever we see each other... shit! my friends have been telling me all the things that a friend could advice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just ignore him, or busy yourself or don't ever have a moment where you can think of him... but those were all useless.... i just can't help him... i... i... [oh my god, will i really vomit this word?!?!?!]&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I STILL LOVE HIM!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they've been telling me harsh words about reality.... they've been telling hurtful words that would make me hate him.... i even cried with all those things they said to me... but i can't feel any hatred towards him... i &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't make myself hate him!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; why? oh why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you give me reasons to hate him?! please... please... please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;massochists&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yeah, i guess i am it.  i've been spontaneously checking out his friendster profile... only to get hurt... tsk! seeing him with pics of his current gf... *sigh* it really hurts you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we were still together, he kept on telling me that &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he really loved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... but he was the first one to recover... how is that huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bestfriend told me that if he just used the girl to forget him, then that made him a worse person.... using a girl isn't just right. and posting his pics in his friendster then adding me? it's just one of the proofs for his &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vengeance over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; since i was the one who broke up with him..&lt;br /&gt;and she's got a point, ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[note: this one is one of those "harsh" words they told me to hate him]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill just try harder to forget him... i know, i know, i already said that... and i already promised that i will never ever post a blog about him ever again... but i just &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;want an out&lt;/span&gt;let&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to express all these things im feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you head the song &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"way back into love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the songs and lyrics movie? there was a line like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;trapped in the past where i just can't seem to move on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there is also a song of mymp titled "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only reminds me of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i needed my freedom, that's what i thought but i was a fool to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart lied while you cried rivers of tears but i was too blind to see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, these songs hit me big time.. but my answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I've got to get a move on with my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's time to be a big girl now And big girls don't cry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i ever need is a reason to really hate him.. so i can finally move on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;isay
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[we have nine subjects, you know]... that reminds me, we still have exams for our computer subject! eeek! and that would b this monday! uh-oh! got to study! err, okay, got to study after typing this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, we went to my bro's college campus [as i've said on ACHINGLY BITTER]... since my bro's pc had a little dilemma, i brought my laptop to his pad and guess what? i was able to be online!!! hahaha! how is that huh? well, i was so giddy with that fact coz it was my very very very first time to be online at home... hehehe! at first, i thought i won't be able to do it coz my freakin' bro forgot his password! tsk! but then we called up the costumer service, so it was okay.... yeheey!!! wohoo! *claps* *claps*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081820883671375810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoZBK0dk38I/AAAAAAAAAC8/-zgjpfbNJf8/s320/aaazzaa+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081820887966343122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoZBLEdk39I/AAAAAAAAADE/aXwdwx9rJss/s320/aaazzaa+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;before going home, we had our lunch at this very cool place.. i really liked the ambience... SO VINTAGE!!! they have this theme of the world war II.. and they have posters of marilyn monroe, the first beer, vintage paintings.. tsk! tsk! really amazing... they must have difficulties in collecting all those stuff... plus, the food itself is one of a kind!!! thinking of those foods we ordered make me starve... hahaha!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081814058968342258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY69kdk3vI/AAAAAAAAABU/K5b1VTJWu0Y/s320/aaazzaa+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081814076148211474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY6-kdk3xI/AAAAAAAAABk/wuutFRsdoqo/s320/aaazzaa+097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081814067558276866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY6-Edk3wI/AAAAAAAAABc/uchVCvmjvk0/s320/aaazzaa+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;plus, their food is one of a kind!!! thinking of those foods we ordered make me starve.. hahahaha!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;BEFORE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081814084738146082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY6_Edk3yI/AAAAAAAAABs/IHZ158jlRyo/s320/aaazzaa+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081814089033113394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY6_Udk3zI/AAAAAAAAAB0/rf5rbexDdUc/s320/aaazzaa+103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AFTER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081818048992960322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY-l0dk30I/AAAAAAAAAB8/E4x7noMIk4g/s320/aaazzaa+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081818057582894930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY-mUdk31I/AAAAAAAAACE/o2d_M4NvE9k/s320/aaazzaa+105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have my new wedges!!!! yipee!!!! i used to wear wedges when i was still learning to use high heeled sandals... that was way before it has become 'in'.. but now that it's already 'uso' and i already know how to walk with heeled sandals, i haven't got the chance to buy wedges.. just now... and my mom bought this for me!!! yipee!!! ahaha! ow, did i mention that i still have to pay to my mom for this one? lol! yeah, this wasn't free afterall.. tsk! tsk!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081818070467796866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY-nEdk34I/AAAAAAAAACc/RsRq1MyuwAY/s320/aaazzaa+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081818066172829554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY-m0dk33I/AAAAAAAAACU/r_OGHTQ9P-s/s320/aaazzaa+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081818061877862242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoY-mkdk32I/AAAAAAAAACM/6ehRD2D64is/s320/aaazzaa+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever wondering how was my operation diet going? tehee! let's just say, we bought a whole HONEY CAKE during our trip there.. hahahaha! so much of a diet huh? tehee! but f.y.i., i never gained nor loose weight... now im wondering, is that a good news? err, coz i really don't know... i wanna loose weight but all i ever did is to eat less of rice but eat a lot of 'healthy' snacks... so should i be worried? hmm? aaarggghhh! im confused again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081820866491506578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoZBJ0dk35I/AAAAAAAAACk/rwyyCGnZ6FU/s320/aaazzaa+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081820875081441186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoZBKUdk36I/AAAAAAAAACs/yzvqlaaOlIo/s320/aaazzaa+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081820879376408498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoZBKkdk37I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Z0FSJtvkbfY/s320/aaazzaa+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh well, at least the honey cake's still yummy... YUM! ^_^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;it's our town/city fiesta today... you're probably wondering why i typed town-slash-city... it's because i don't know if this place is officially a city... we just had our plebicit but i there's no official proclamation!! tsk! tsk! i just hate being confused! grr! anyway, yesterday was the opening day... and so we had our parade... [another] yipee!!!! wahaha! my first time to be the band majorette... ahaha! and i tell you, i was the prettiest band majorette of all schools! [reader: *throws up*] lol! conceited much? ahaha! seriously, i am so glad that the looser i was talking about before was, fortunately [for me, unfortunate for her], still is the assistant band majorette!! hah! good for her.. hahaha! im such a bitch, ain't i? lol! okay, i'll shut my mouth up since i don't have any business with her... i don't want to have any arguments with her since i don't need to stooped down to her level... hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081825590955532258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoZFc0dk3-I/AAAAAAAAADM/276dUHgaMMc/s320/aaazzaa+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081825595250499570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nKBn-vng3jA/RoZFdEdk3_I/AAAAAAAAADU/HCdOIYyMCbM/s320/aaazzaa+131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;MS.YELLOW LADY&lt;/span&gt; is me.. ahahaha! [maybe that's the reason why im using &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in highlighting my words? ahaha!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;my mom only took two shots of me since she doesn't know how to operate my cam.. [another] tsk! tsk! tehee! ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;isay
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JAMIE, if you happen to read this blog, im sorry, im just crazy about your guy.. hihihi! anyway, i had seen him on go kada go last night. at first, i reall thought i wasn't able to watch it. coz while i was still on the bus, my mom txted me that go kada go's already starting. and so i didn't bother to turn on the tv and just talked to my dad at the sala till six. but when i checked out my 'rentz room [where my mom is], i saw kim and gerald on the tv. that only meant one thing, go kada go was still on!! i kept on blaming my mother on telling me earlier that GKG was already over while i was on the bus. but, oh well. good thing i've got to watch my matteo before it ended. hihihi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;isay
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[how dusty? well, just picture this out. when you first step on the house, the first thing you'll do is, *ha-choo* well, sneeze. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was saying, i clean the whole pad. then i saw this big box that i remembered a gift to my sis during her debut. everytime i go to cagayan de oro, she's strictly forbidding me to stay away from her box. of course, i didn't touch it. but this morning, i was all alone and my curiousity was killing me. and so i opened it. i saw a couple of pictures, papers, and a notebook. i checked it out then i found out it was my sis' diary. i know it's bad to sneek into her things,but... oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, i read the whole notebook. at first, i was just feeling pity for my sis. i can feel her loneliness and agony. i know she was really having a hard time, [she's still 15 when she got to college and living all alone. and when she was still 13, she was already living with my relatives. imagine that, no parents to guide you on a very young age., only relatives!] but i never know that she used to try to end all of her sufferings.. you know what i mean. but then, the only thing that made me cry was when i saw a bond paper inserted on the notebook. i saw our house she drew [exactly our house]. then at the bottom of it, there said, I MISS MY FAMILY. I MISS MY HOME. that's when i cried. even right now that im typing this. at the back, she wrote that, IM AFRAID IM NOT WELCOME IN THERE ANYMORE WHEN MY PARENTS  FIND OUT ABOUT MY GRADES. that made me cry even more .  ate, you will always be welcome in our home. you know that. we love you. and we always will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after reading my sis diary, i continued cleaning. then again, i saw pics. but this time, it was my bro's. pictures he had when he was still a kid. and then there's a picture of us during my birthday. i know we're not that close. we argue... A LOT! but we love each other. my parents would always tell me how sweet ivan is to me when i was still a baby. and now that he was studying at cagayan right now, we don't quarrel that much compared before. and although he's not a showy type, i can tell that he's very protective of me. when he would hear  that i had a crush on someone, he would instantly say something bad things about that guy to me. though it's kinda irritating, im still glad he's concern for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;my parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before i started my day, i checked out my fone for any messages. i saw two messages from my mom and dad. both were really worried about the fact that im all alone living here in cagayan. they told me all about safety precautions, about the snatchers, etc... then i replied separately to their own numbers, "okay, ill be very very careful. why don't you just come over here so you won't be worried?" my mom replied first, "tok-on taka! [sakalin kaya kita?!]"... minutes later, my dad replied, "sipaon taka! [sipain kaya kita?!]" *sigh* they really are concern about me, aren't they? hahaha! oh well, i love them nonetheless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;isay
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