tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-155721312011-07-08T08:38:09.581+08:00Skiesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger971100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-61394255951612951482010-04-27T15:36:00.003+08:002010-05-05T15:17:12.919+08:00A Promise for Keeps<br /><br />Session Start: Sat Oct 01 21:38:35 2005<br />Session Ident: Nicotine^<br />[21:38] ITS NOT!<br />[21:39] i KNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />[21:39] * VanillaSkies looks at you<br />[21:39] take a GOOD hard look at this stupid guy<br />[21:39] im not worthy<br />[21:40] im crap<br />[21:40] i dont even deserve your look<br />[21:40] why are you saying all of these?<br />[21:40] just tell me<br />[21:40] and stop playing games<br />[21:40] cause i am crap<br />[21:40] you are not<br />[21:40] something else<br />[21:40] and you tell me straight<br />[21:40] NOW!<br />[21:41] what do you want me to tell you?<br />[21:41] only you can answer that<br />[21:41] What do you need to tell me other than you are a crap<br />[21:42] other than you are not worthy eh?<br />[21:42] i love you so much but i know ill end up hurting you cause we are far away<br />[21:42] ohh<br />[21:42] you are giving up?<br />[21:42] you still dont know me do you?<br />[21:42] sexually active<br />[21:42] is that so?<br />[21:43] like the movie<br />[21:43] no<br />[21:43] 40 days and 40 nights eh<br />[21:43] forget that im sexually active<br />[21:43] andres<br />[21:43] im making the effort<br />[21:43] cathy<br />[21:43] dont just throw it all away<br />[21:44] im not trying to throw it all away<br />[21:44] i sometimes am like this<br />[21:45] i sometimes i dont feel worthy of anything<br />[21:45] you are always worth of everything<br />[21:45] you were created<br />[21:45] you existed for something<br />[21:45] the bad part is that your actually telling what i say to Guy<br />[21:45] with a PURPOSE!<br />[21:46] u tell everyone about us<br />[21:46] not everything<br />[21:46] eversince you told me to shut up<br />[21:46] but i was hurt with what you said earlier<br />[21:46] well right now guy is giving you advice about this<br />[21:46] no<br />[21:46] we stopped talking<br />[21:47] come on baby u dont need to lie<br />[21:47] im dealing this with oyou ALONE<br />[21:47] IM NOT LYING<br />[21:47] thats all i said<br />[21:47] to him<br />[21:47] stop screaming<br />[21:47] cuz you upset me<br />[21:47] as if you lack TRUST<br />[21:47] i DO lack trust<br />[21:48] you think its easy for me?<br />[21:48] i can see now no<br />[21:48] and im losing my trust as well<br />[21:48] you actually think having a long distance relationship is easy for me?????????<br />[21:48] no<br />[21:48] thats why i want to come over<br />[21:49] then come over<br />[21:49] andres you have to help<br />[21:50] im trying<br />[21:50] i cannot do this just by myself<br />[21:50] what do you need?<br />[21:50] invitation<br />[21:50] the processing of visa<br />[21:51] plane ticket<br />[21:51] so i should just open my wallet and say: voilá<br />[21:51] no<br />[21:52] we chip in<br />[21:52] we?<br />[21:52] look<br />[21:52] answer me<br />[21:52] you want me to be with you or not?<br />[21:53] you sure are a person who likes to pressure<br />[21:53] okay forget it<br />[21:53] if you feel pressured<br />[21:53] i wont pressure you<br />[21:53] look<br />[21:53] im looking<br />[21:53] i said before<br />[21:54] im in a depressed mood<br />[21:54] * VanillaSkies nods<br />[21:54] can you actully feel it?<br />[21:54] *actually<br />[21:54] i can see it<br />[21:54] nooo<br />[21:54] dont see it<br />[21:55] FEEL it<br />[21:55] i see with my eyes and feel it<br />[21:55] get it?<br />[21:55] yes<br />[21:55] u actually want a person like that?<br />[21:55] nobody is perfect<br />[21:55] ive had worse than you<br />[21:56] so dont think your worse<br />[21:56] or that you are good for nothing<br />[21:56] i have my flaws as well<br />[21:57] i wish i could live near by<br />[21:57] this is just part of it andres<br />[21:57] no<br />[21:57] ?<br />[21:57] im a depressed person<br />[21:58] proves you to be human<br />[21:58] no ur not getting it sweetie<br />[21:58] nobody ever lived without getting depressed<br />[21:59] you cannt always be on top<br />[21:59] why do you love me?<br />[21:59] because my heart tells me<br />[21:59] and<br />[21:59] or should i say "why do you love my text?"<br />[21:59] not your text<br />[21:59] you as a person<br />[22:00] you are scared of me andres?<br />[22:00] you cannot imagine someone is actually loving you for real?<br />[22:01] its alright<br />[22:01] i cant<br />[22:01] :(<br />[22:01] maybe when im gone you will realize<br />[22:01] im dead scared<br />[22:01] but i will be here<br />[22:01] when ur gone?<br />[22:02] i know what i feel<br />[22:02] and i know what i am getting myself at<br />[22:02] you are not the only one who is scared<br />[22:02] explain when ur gone?<br />[22:02] i cannot explain that andres<br />[22:02] only time will tell you<br />[22:03] pls do<br />[22:03] i have no words<br />[22:03] find some then<br />[22:03] but know and remember that I love you<br />[22:03] and that is all i can say<br />[22:03] i will be here<br />[22:03] no baby<br />[22:03] dont leave me like this<br />[22:03] explain<br />[22:04] or at least tell me ur will not do something stupid<br />[22:04] im still very much here andres<br />[22:04] listen<br />[22:04] good<br />[22:04] dont ever take your life away again<br />[22:04] and im never gonna take my life away again either<br />[22:05] it's never worth doing so<br />[22:05] ok baby<br />[22:05] i promise<br />[22:05] dont be a loser again<br />[22:05] but im pretty sure i lost you today didnt i?<br />[22:05] no<br />[22:05] or have i lost you?<br />[22:05] no<br />[22:06] alright<br />[22:06] start praying andres<br />[22:06] for?<br />[22:06] pls do<br />[22:06] talk to God<br />[22:06] speak to him all your fears and anger<br />[22:07] your hurt and pain<br />[22:07] ohh<br />[22:07] i do that<br />[22:07] likenow<br />[22:07] i try to<br />[22:07] nothing to be ashame or hide<br />[22:07] He knows all<br />[22:08] i told myself i m never gonna cry<br />[22:08] NEVER!<br />[22:08] and I DIDNT!<br />[22:08] in those 5 years<br />[22:08] i rarely did<br />[22:08] just a bit<br />[22:08] and when it was over<br />[22:08] no tears flowed<br />[22:08] u felt better<br />[22:08] YES<br />[22:09] i learned to accept it<br />[22:09] without regrets<br />[22:09] even when everyone knows we were planning to get married<br />[22:09] my boss knew<br />[22:09] but then it went pfff<br />[22:09] huh¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡<br />[22:09] ??????<br />[22:09] it didnt hurt me<br />[22:09] but you DO hurt me<br />[22:10] im sorry i hurt you nilli<br />[22:10] its just the bad side of me<br />[22:10] its alright<br />[22:10] not everytime<br />[22:10] wil be bed of roses for us<br />[22:10] i take every pain as a challenge<br />[22:10] i prefer a simple bed with just you beside me<br />[22:10] makes my heart fonder<br />[22:11] * VanillaSkies pinches your side<br />[22:11] BUT you DO made me feel the pain and hurt<br />[22:12] and what is like to love so real<br />[22:12] as well to laugh again...<br />[22:12] and be afraid<br />[22:12] im so scared<br />[22:12] so am i<br />[22:12] i dont know<br />[22:12] if we will end up together<br />[22:12] its ALL up to God<br />[22:13] indeed<br />[22:14] sorry about today<br />[22:14] its okay<br />[22:14] im here not just for good times<br />[22:14] but as well for bad and the worse to come<br />[22:14] will u see me go to bed today?<br />[22:14] yes<br />[22:14] of course<br />[22:15] ive been waiting for you<br />[22:15] do you love me?<br />[22:15] of course<br />[22:15] i DO!<br />[22:15] im stil on yahoo<br />[22:15] i do love you 2<br />[22:15] im logging<br />[22:15] very much<br />[22:15] i almost lost you today didnt i?<br />[22:15] give me a hug<br />[22:15] * Nicotine^ hugs you<br />[22:16] * Nicotine^ puts his two fingers on his forehead...and moves them slightly<br />[22:16] LOL!<br />[22:16] im stupid!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />[22:16] lol<br />[22:16] I love you andres<br />[22:16] i love you cathy<br />[22:17] :)<br />[22:17] No such nick<br />Session Close: Sat Oct 01 23:00:45 2005<br /><br />posted by Skies @ 3:21 PM<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6139425595161295148?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-38463382189527757802010-02-15T18:04:00.001+08:002010-02-15T18:05:47.973+08:00Letting go<br />is just an another way<br />to say, that I'll always <br />love you so...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3846338218952775780?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-35839829199917452172010-02-01T18:40:00.003+08:002010-02-04T18:51:57.809+08:00UNEXPRESSED love is the greatest cause of our sorrow and regrets.<br />We usually wait until people have died <br />to express their value in our lives,<br />to honor them publicly and <br />to express our LOVE for them.<br /><br /><br />-Leo Buscaglia<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3583982919991745217?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-39706554220531019152009-12-13T01:35:00.005+08:002010-02-15T18:07:35.422+08:00years have passed,<br />but everyday still feels <br />like I'm dying,<br />as if I died <br />a thousand death.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3970655422053101915?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-61512248956981995542009-09-22T19:22:00.003+08:002010-02-15T18:09:40.378+08:00"Even more, I had never meant to love him. <br />One thing I truly knew -<br />knew it in the pit of my stomach, <br />in the center of my bones, <br />knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet,<br />knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone<br />the power to break you.<br />I'd been broken beyond repair."<br />— Stephenie Meyer<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6151224895698199554?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-5560438094629791422008-08-23T07:31:00.004+08:002010-02-15T18:11:43.613+08:00No more heaven, <br />the skies gone black...<br />memories have faded <br />like the rose that has wilt.<br />Death is final,<br />the only way to ease this pain...<br />it's OVER, it's DONE!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-556043809462979142?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-73764184789425344762008-07-16T10:57:00.001+08:002008-07-16T10:58:20.558+08:00<div align="center">Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If I should die before I wake</div><div align="center">It's 'cause you took my breath away</div><div align="center">Losing you is like living in a world with no air</div><div align="center">Oh</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave</div><div align="center">My heart won't move, it's incomplete</div><div align="center">Wish there was a way that I can make you understand</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But how do you expect me</div><div align="center">to live alone with just me</div><div align="center">'Cause my world revolves around you</div><div align="center">It's so hard for me to breathe</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">[Chorus:]</div><div align="center">Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air</div><div align="center">Can't live, can't breathe with no air</div><div align="center">It's how I feel whenever you ain't there</div><div align="center">It's no air, no air</div><div align="center">Got me out here in the water so deep</div><div align="center">Tell me how you gonna be without me</div><div align="center">If you ain't here, I just can't breathe</div><div align="center">It's no air, no air</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew</div><div align="center">Right off the ground to float to you</div><div align="center">There's no gravity to hold me down for real</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">But somehow I'm still alive inside</div><div align="center">You took my breath, but I survived</div><div align="center">I don't know how, but I don't even care</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So how do you expect me</div><div align="center">to live alone with just me</div><div align="center">'Cause my world revolves around you</div><div align="center">It's so hard for me to breathe</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">[Chorus]</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No more</div><div align="center">It's no air, no air</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">[Chorus x2]</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center">No air, air</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-7376418478942534476?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-16795178393259708932008-06-19T19:46:00.002+08:002008-06-20T16:37:47.127+08:00*Geo wasn't able to finish renovating her blog. She is now on recovery and will take some time before she comes back....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-1679517839325970893?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-72675861858254362702008-06-02T01:29:00.002+08:002008-06-02T01:32:22.705+08:00VanillaSkies is RENOVATING her BLOG- "Please bear with me! Thank you!"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-7267586185825436270?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-11753772163008209902008-05-24T22:18:00.003+08:002008-05-24T22:33:44.776+08:00<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><strong>The Day I STOP Loving You Is the DAY When I SHUT My Eyes FOREVER......</strong></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-1175377216300820990?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-5294711590913690522008-05-12T11:56:00.000+08:002008-05-12T22:58:30.524+08:00<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Isn't it sad that in our lives we're sumtymz forced to say gudbye to the person we love &amp; care about the most for there are reasons we're powerless to explain??becz no matter hw we try to save The good old times &amp; salvage the little feelings we have left all ends jz refuse to meet &amp; the only right thing to do is to break away &amp; let go.To show ur beloved jz hw mch pain u're willing to take--To make him so damn happy!</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-529471159091369052?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-52565371416756003092008-05-09T22:13:00.001+08:002008-05-10T12:44:31.363+08:00<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say and watching you walk away. Its hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go. Its hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and Im alone. There are days I pretend I'm ok.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-5256537141675600309?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-31448326201804691722008-03-23T19:04:00.004+08:002008-03-28T16:32:47.494+08:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">Something to reflect:</span><br /><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >"The worst regret we can have in life is NOT for the wrong things we did.</span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >But for the RIGHT THINGS we could have done but we never did!"</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3144832620180469172?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-74210927367911119342008-02-21T07:30:00.000+08:002008-02-20T19:32:42.263+08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" >"Even if I am not the light, I can be the spark.<br />Let us start the change we want to see,<br />The change that begins with me!"</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-7421092736791111934?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-85123263023189095602008-02-17T20:13:00.004+08:002008-02-17T06:32:42.448+08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYwUY7Ouw/R7djIVuX8YI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yvs-xcDJ0Qc/s1600-h/yo+en+gorro.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167708092352688514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYwUY7Ouw/R7djIVuX8YI/AAAAAAAAAJA/yvs-xcDJ0Qc/s200/yo+en+gorro.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Who knows how long I've loved you</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">You know I love you still</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Will I wait a lonely lifetime</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">If you want me to I will</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">For if I ever saw you</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I didn't catch your name</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But it never really mattered </span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I will always feel the same</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love you forever, and for ever</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love you with all my heart</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love you whenever we're together</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love you when we're apart</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">And when at last I find you</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Your song will fill the air</span></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Sing it loud so I can hear you</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Make it easy to be near you</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">For the things you do endear you</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">To me ah, you know I will</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I will</span></em><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">-The Beatles</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-8512326302318909560?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-64451041018169535212008-01-22T11:19:00.000+08:002008-01-21T22:24:18.580+08:00<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><br />Take away my sorrow,<br />Take away my sadness,<br />And bring back my smile.<br />Give back the happiness<br />That my life once knew.<br /><br />Don’t walk away from me<br />And forget all the love we once had<br />‘Cuz it’s so hard for me baby.<br /><br />Wipe away my tears<br />That I may see the sun shine<br />And know the essence of how life is<br />Worth living, that waiting is worth the while<br />‘Cuz in the end you and I will be together still.<br /><br />Don’t walk away from me<br />And forget all the love we once had<br />‘Cuz its so hard for me baby.<br /><br />Please,<br />Take away my sorrow,<br />Take away my sadness,<br />And wipe away my tears<br /><br />Give me back the happiness<br />That my life once knew<br />That I may learn to smile again<br />And see the world bright.<br /><br />Ohh, please don’t walk away<br />And forget all the love we once had<br />Don’t leave me standing out in the cold<br />‘Cuz its so hard for me baby.<br /><br />Please take away, take away, take away<br />Take it all away.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6445104101816953521?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-5290382910401053802008-01-21T00:11:00.000+08:002008-01-21T22:57:07.310+08:00<blockquote><span style="font-family:courier new;">The important thing to know is that life will always deal us a few bad cards. But we have to play those cards the best we can. And WE can play to win! </span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-Gokongwei</span> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYwUY7Ouw/R5SyMCVuAKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xqBz_Vp4LJo/s1600-h/poker-main_Full.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157943393102200994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" height="105" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfFYwUY7Ouw/R5SyMCVuAKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/xqBz_Vp4LJo/s200/poker-main_Full.jpg" width="187" border="0" /></a></blockquote><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-529038291040105380?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-34754140223350365282008-01-20T08:55:00.000+08:002008-01-19T23:41:45.139+08:00<div align="justify"><br />Six years ago, I was living in another condo and sharing the rent with two other roommates. One is a colleague and another was a schoolmate in college. At that time, cellular phone was the craze of age! I was happy as usual until one night a mysterious text message was sent to me by someone I don’t even know, the message reads….<br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>Sa buhay ko,<br />mayroon akong minahal.<br />may minamahal<br />at siguro,<br />may mas mamahalin pa.<br />Alam mo<br />kung saan ka doon?<br />Ikaw yung …<br />BUHAY KO!</em><br /></span><br />Translation in English:<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;"><em>In my life,<br />I have loved.<br />I love someone.<br />And perhaps,<br />will love even more.<br />Do you know<br />where you stand?<br />YOU are …<br />MY LIFE!</em><br /></span><br />I have no idea who sent it but the message hits me. I never though I’d touch anybody’s heart in such a way like that and it’s so heart crushing that I didn’t even know. Never had any idea that there was someone out there…. If in anyway, I had broken his heart I’m sincerely sorry. But my ignorance isn’t to blame. Maybe, whoever that person is, maybe he didn’t have the courage or didn’t wanted to be in the way of my happiness ‘cuz I was with someone else at that time…. Anyway, I kept that message until my fone broke and I had a new one. I couldn’t retrace the message after I changed fone. But my mind knew the lines by heart. I have no idea what to do with it back then and how I wish to give it to someone I meant it to.<br /><br />In the year 2005, the time came and I finally found the person to whom I should tell this poem. I wanted that person to remember it by heart in the way I did as it had made an impact on me. Unfortunately, that person and I parted ways. Although, I was able to tell it to him through chat but I also wanted him to have it in REALITY. Sadly, I was never able to send it to him even after for several times we almost reconciled back. So, to this very day I still keep that small note where I scribbled those English translations of the original Tagalog text message. I can’t help not to cry when I saw it again because that person means so much to me! I’d like to send it on Valentine to let him know, how much he means to me… back then…. and even now…Yes, until NOW! But then…again…it won’t matter anymore…. IN MY LIFE!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">:(</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3475414022335036528?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-87614010294923844582008-01-17T19:57:00.000+08:002008-01-27T15:58:35.935+08:00<p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><u style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)">Four jobs I have had/have in my life</u><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)">:</span><?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">1. Service Crew in Jollibee and Mc. Donalds<br />2. Teacher Aid in Preschool<br />3. Educator/ Coordinator<br />4. Board of Trustee and Secretary in Private Organizations</span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"></span><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"><u>Four places I have lived:</u></span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">1. Sta. Mesa, </span><?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /><st1:city style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span">Manila</span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">. </span><st1:country-region style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span">Philippines</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span style="font-size:0;"> <span style="color:#333333;"><span style="font-size:100%;">(1971- 1976)</span><br /></span></span>2. <span id="lw_1200482356_5" style="BACKGROUND-ATTACHMENT: scroll">Quaipo, </span><st1:city><st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span">Manila</span></st1:place></st1:city><span class="ececapple-style-span">.</span><span class="yshortcuts"> </span><st1:country-region><st1:place><span class="yshortcuts">Philippines</span></st1:place></st1:country-region></span><span class="yshortcuts" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"> <span style="color:#333333;">(1979-1989)</span></span><span style="color:#333333;"><br /></span><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">3. </span><st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:city><span class="ececapple-style-span"><span id="lw_1200482356_6">Marikina City</span></span></st1:city><span class="ececapple-style-span">, </span><st1:country-region><span class="ececapple-style-span">Philippines</span></st1:country-region></st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"> <span style="color:#333333;">(1977-1999)<br /></span>4. </span><st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:city><span class="ececapple-style-span">Quezon City</span></st1:city><span class="ececapple-style-span">, </span><st1:country-region><span class="ececapple-style-span">Philippines</span></st1:country-region></st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"> <span style="color:#333333;">(2000- present)</span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span class="ececapple-style-span"><u style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)">Four BEST places I have been on Vacation</u><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)">:</span><br /></span><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">1. </span><st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="ececapple-style-span">Palawan</span></st1:place><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">2. </span><st1:city style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span">Baguio</span></st1:place></st1:city><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">3. <span id="lw_1200482356_8">Puerto Galleria</span><br />4. </span><st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="ececapple-style-span">Europe</span></st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">: </span><st1:country-region style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span">Netherlands</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">, </span><st1:country-region style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span">Belgium</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"> &amp; </span><st1:country-region style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span">France</span></st1:place></st1:country-region><span class="ececapple-style-span"> </span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0); LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"><u>Four of my favorite foods</u></span><span class="ececapple-style-span"><span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)">:</span> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">1. Pizza</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">2. Vanilla Ice cream</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">3. Bacon</span><br /><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">4. Spaghetti with meatballs</span> </span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"><u>Four places I would rather be right now</u>:</span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,102); FONT-STYLE: italic">(These are as opposed to typing on the computer... )</span><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)">1. in </span></span><st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="ececapple-style-span"><span id="lw_1200482356_9">Europe</span></span></st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"> with friends ( Xan, Christine, Mustapha and Sherma)<br />2. in Disney taking pictures with Mickey and Donald Duck.<br />3. in a nice Japanese resto, eating sushi and yakisoba ( or any great resto like Italiani’s, Dencio, CKP, etc).<br /></span><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">4. in a beautiful beach resort like Boracay, </span><st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="ececapple-style-span">Palawan or</span></st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"> </span><st1:place style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><span class="ececapple-style-span">Cebu</span></st1:place><span class="ececapple-style-span"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51)"><span style="FONT-STYLE: italic">.</span> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span style="color:black;"></span><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"><u><span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)">Friends or relatives I think will respond first:</span> </u></span><span class="ececapple-style-span"><u><o:p></o:p></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">1. My </span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">BEST friends Xan,Melissa and Loki<br />2. My half-sis Gee`<br />3. My colleague Ms. Joy<br />4. My former schoolmate in high school Jopet</span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0); LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><u>Four things I have learned as an adult:</u><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="LINE-HEIGHT: 14.4pt"><span style="color:black;"></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">1. Everything that happened or are happening in your life are with a purpose.<br />2. God doesn’t give us problems we cannot bear.<br />3. Sometimes God allows situations in our life to mold our character.<br />4. Every day that we wake up is a sign that God has forgiven us because He loves us enough despite our many sins. Therefore, He has given us another life to make up for what we failed to do in the past. So, don’t miss your chance!</span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p><br /></span><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,0)"><u>Four things I want in a mate:</u></span><span class="ececapple-style-span"><br /></span><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">1. A man who loves, respect &amp; fears God.</span><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic">2. A man who will love &amp; respect us (me and my/our kids) and who will<br />protect us.<br />3. A man who can understand me, talk in my language, make me laugh, enjoys being silly with and who will help me grow continiously as a person.</span><span style="COLOR: rgb(153,102,51); FONT-STYLE: italic"><br /><span class="ececapple-style-span">4. A man who will always be thoughtful and affectionate even when we're old and gray.</span></span><span style="color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-8761401029492384458?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-75854398099919251432008-01-16T23:48:00.000+08:002008-01-16T09:50:26.869+08:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">So where will you be </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">when you tire of the fun,</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">the escape, </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">the charade and </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">your time in the sun?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;color:#333333;">-redtangent</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-7585439809991925143?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-71651776228125437802008-01-12T19:44:00.000+08:002008-01-12T19:56:07.957+08:00<em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have you ever wondered?<br />What is the world’s most powerful and deadliest weapon?<br />That man ever has? ----It’s WORDS.<br /><br />The power of words,<br />can make you and unmake you!<br />They are the most useful<br />of all weapons that no one has ever thought of.<br />How much damage it can make to another human being is<br />sometimes beyond measure or consoling like the word SORRY!<br /><br />Words are more deadly when spoken out of hatred, anger or out of being provoked.<br />Man lost control of himself,<br />And say things out of mean coldness and rudest of emotion.<br />He says things that he would later regret<br />However, once he comes to the point when his outburst had been fed,<br />Calmness would then reside.<br />But the guilt of hurting and saying mean things<br />That they truly never meant too, had all been said.<br />The harm has been done!<br /><br />Words can make you, and unmake you!<br />Don’t use them as a tool to hurt people,<br />Like your family and friends or people who loves you and who you care about.<br /><br />Don’t take them for GRANTED!<br />Just because they are your family and friends<br />Or because you knew they will love and accept you despite your faults<br />Or take refugee in the reason that you are ONLY HUMAN!<br />Those people are HUMAN TOO!<br />And need to be respected and treated with care!<br />They are not people whom you can dump your trash<br />And mean shits when you had enough.<br />Because they’ve done NOTHING WRONG to deserve the things you said!<br />Come to think, they were even there to SUPPORT and LOVE you!<br />So don’t you think you ought to do the same?<br />Instead of giving them bullshits.<br /><br /><br />Words can make you, and unmake you!<br />They are the world’s deadliest and most powerful weapon<br />Don’t abuse your fellow men with WORDS!<br /><br /><br />Because….<br /><br />The trouble with words is,<br />Once said, they exist forever.<br />Once let loose,<br />They can’t be recaptured.<br />Once heard<br />They can’t ever really<br />Be forgotten!<br /><br />In anger and weakness<br />Men would do the unthinkable---<br />Used WORDS to hurt others!<br /><br />Don’t be like this!<br />As a REAL FRIEND<br />Know what the right thing to say...<br />When one is hurting you should be sympathetic<br />Instead of telling them DIDN’T I TELL YOU?!?<br />Where are you truly?<br />Not only physically or emotionally but mentally too,<br />Just when a friend is hurting deep inside?<br />Why give them these COMFORTING words of I TOLD YOU SOS!!!<br /><br />But thanks anyway,</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For in these, I realize what you are.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-7165177622812543780?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-21862671470460011592008-01-11T00:22:00.000+08:002008-01-19T23:45:51.518+08:00<em>Lasting peace is…<br /><br />When you have paid your bills<br />When there is still money left to spend for<br />When you get what you wanted.<br />When you have done groceries<br />and the fridge and cupboards are full.<br />When you had a good meal.<br /><span style="color:#993399;">-Burp!</span><br /><br />When your family is happy together<br /><span style="color:#000099;">-remember the line “that’s what siblings do!”</span><br />When you get a promotion<br />When you have a good laugh or you are with friends<br />When you’ve done and said something nice<br /></em><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">-help console a friend or say I LOVE YOU!<br /></span><br />When my half-sister thought about me<br />and sends me messages on my cellularphone<br />When I feel that despite being half-sisters<br />and despite the arguments, she still respects me.<br />When I recall the times we were together and went shopping<br /></em><em><span style="color:#666600;">-which one suits me? This or that? OH!!!<br /></span>When I had a REAL conversation with my half-sister.<br /><span style="color:#660000;">- hahahaha!</span><br /><br />Lasting peace is…<br /><br />When Loki and Melissa are being silly online<br /><strong>-Geo` you NUTS!</strong><br />When my daddy HangMan can sense my predicament<br /></em>-are you okay Garfield`?<br /><em>When I kiss my The_Babe goodbye or goodnight!<br /></em><span style="color:#3333ff;">-Yeah, float away you fairy<br /></span><em>When I am my usual Garfield` self!<br /></em><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>-TA!</strong></span><br /><em>When my neo counter gets an additional flag<br />When I get emails on my priority account<br /></em><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">-You have 7 new mail from….<br /></span>When I can chat with JEGR in yahoo!<br /></em><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">-BUZZ! You there?</span><br /></strong><em>When I play games with my little virtual brother Sebby in yahoo!<br /></em><span style="color:#ff6666;">-Word Game/Octopus<br /></span><em>When I can beat Sebby in the second game ;P<br />-Grrrr!<br /><br />When I am playing music in my multi-media player<br /></em><strong>-QUEEN</strong><br /><em>When I can connect 24/7 online.<br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">-Free OFF-PEAK internet access</span><br />When Knuffelaar pops online just when I least expected<br />or sometimes just when I needed him most!<br /></em><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">-Hai Cat!<br /></span><em>When I see BrisvegasJON (my weekend master) in msn.<br /></em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#009900;"><strong>-Hi Garfield`!</strong></span><br /><em>When my `Arkangel tackles me<br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">-mwuahahahaha!<br /></span></strong>When I say ACK!<br />- O_O</em><br /><p><em></em></p><p><em>These are lasting peace for me…. What’s yours?</em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-2186267147046001159?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-64506615668614335892008-01-01T10:46:00.000+08:002008-01-04T11:42:33.764+08:00<strong>Last Books I Read:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Harry Potter Book 6th and 7th</em></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-given to me as a birthday present </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">by my pal JON from Australia.</span><br /><br /><strong>Last DVD Movies I Watched:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Babel and London</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-courtesy of Kuya Pepot.</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;">Last Brand of Pizza I ate:</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Y</span>e<span style="color:#ffcc00;">l</span>l<span style="color:#ffcc00;">o</span>w</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">C</span>a<span style="color:#ffcc00;">b</span>'s<span style="color:#ffcc00;"> </span><span style="color:#006600;">Vegetarian</span> <span style="color:#ffcc00;">P</span>i<span style="color:#ffcc00;">z</span>z<span style="color:#ffcc00;">a</span></span></strong><br /><br /><strong>Last AWFUL Dinner I ate that made me SICK!:</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">KFC's</span> and their one day to expiration date <span style="color:#663300;">brownies</span></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-They should be sued for making a lot of people sick!</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Last Designer Brand I bought:</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">LACOSTE Pink Wallet</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;">-really pink and cheap at a bargain in Divisoria! TA!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Last watches I got:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>GUCCI</strong></span> and <span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>ZHEN</strong></span> watch</span><br /><br /><strong>Most Touching Gift I Recieved:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#663300;">A big wooden picture frame</span> &amp;</strong> <span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>a stylish clutch bag</em></span></span> </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-from my COSKI 1A Students</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Last Money I got:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">$100</span></strong> </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-courtesy of Kuya Pepot</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Last Thing I Bought with my Money:<br /></strong><span style="font-size:180%;">MICROWAVE<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Last Clothes I bought:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>Three <span style="color:#ff0000;">C</span><span style="color:#ffcc33;">o</span><span style="color:#000099;">l</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">o</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">r</span><span style="color:#009900;">f</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">u</span><span style="color:#00cccc;">l</span> Blouses</em> <span style="color:#cc9933;"><span style="color:#996633;">by</span> </span><span style="color:#996633;">Julia</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-thanks for half-sister Gee's help!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Latest additional Nephew:</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">VON LIIT</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-Gee's first born son</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Latest additionalNiece:</strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>CHRISTINE</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-Kuya Pepot's 2nd daughter</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Last Special Occassion I Attended:</strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>Christine's Baptisimal in Pampanga</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Dec. 25, 2007</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Last 3 People I Owe:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Mrs. Joy, Leo and Aris</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><strong>Last Person I Decided to Forget:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;">Jose Andres Huerta Valtier</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><strong>Last Person I Forgave:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">RL:</span><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;">Steff</span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">IRC:</span><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;">PS</span> </span><span style="font-size:78%;">-don't ask who, its in code.hehehe!</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Last Person To Walk Out of the Door:</span> </span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Nicotine`<strong> </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Last Person Who Knocked on MY Door:</strong><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;">Shunpike Turnpike Pumpkins</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>The Man Who Came Back:</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">P</span><span style="color:#330099;">S</span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Last Broken Friendship:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#990000;">RL:</span><strong> </strong><em><span style="color:#333399;">Lewi</span></em></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#990000;">IRC:</span><strong> <span style="color:#3333ff;">`Bubbles</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Truest Friends (As TESTED by TIME again and again...):</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">RL:</span><strong> </strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">Ivy, Ms.Joy and Clarice</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">IRC:</span><strong> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Loki` and Melissa`</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Last Friends Standing:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000099;">RL:</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jopet and Maru</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000099;">IRC:</span><strong> </strong>Angel Maya </span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>This Year's Best GIFTS I Ever Got:</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><em>Mark Jame's birthday gifts!</em></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><em><span style="color:#006600;">-Harry Potter Books</span> and a <span style="color:#333399;">Personalized B-day card</span></em></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Last 2People I Talked to:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">RL:<strong> <span style="font-family:arial;">Gee</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">IRC:<strong> <span style="font-family:arial;">R3dux</span></strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Last Pleasant Dream:</strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><em>huh! err....hmmm... XP</em></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">-I was even hearing a beautiful music at that time.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Most Saddest Moment of My Life:</strong><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">Being Pushed AWAY and learning to let go!</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Most Happiest Moment of My Life:</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"><em>hmm...it was Novemeber 26 and New Year's Eve</em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>First Christmas Emails I got:</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Melissa and Loki's </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Last People I Saw in WebCam:</strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>Family:</strong></span> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#003333;"><em>Steff and Nicole</em></span></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Cousin:</span> <em><span style="color:#666600;">Allyson </span></em></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Friend:</span> <span style="color:#333333;">R3dux</span></span></strong><br /><br /><strong>Last Meal I Cooked:</strong><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#999900;"><strong><em>Baked Macaroni</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-for a change!<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></span><br /><strong>Last Person to Greet Me Merry Christmas:</strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Tita</span> <span style="color:#009900;">Evelyn</span></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-through text message.</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Last Person to Greet Me Happy New Year:</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">JV</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-through text</span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Phansai</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">-in person</span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6450661566861433589?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-69225932869113755122007-12-29T00:30:00.000+08:002007-12-29T00:34:03.501+08:00<em>Tu justificas mi existencia</em><br /><em>Si no te conozco,</em><br /><em>No he vivido;</em><br /><em>Si muero sin conocerte,</em><br /><em>no muero,</em><br /><em>porque no he vivido.</em><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-Luis Cermuda</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6922593286911375512?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-61387647401446849342007-12-08T08:05:00.000+08:002007-12-10T08:10:00.483+08:00<em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">The things we love</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">always have a way</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">of coming back to us</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#330099;">in the end....</span></em><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;">-Luna Lovegood</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">(Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6138764740144684934?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-53249335516781173752007-12-05T07:59:00.000+08:002007-12-10T08:04:56.122+08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;">The natural state of man is<em> SELFISHNESS!</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;">-Charles Finney</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-5324933551678117375?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-30231984566747145752007-12-03T12:39:00.000+08:002007-12-02T22:40:32.817+08:00The ones that <u>really</u> love us NEVER leave us.<br />And you can always find them in here<br />... in your heart!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3023198456674714575?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-68754675943758634072007-12-03T06:00:00.000+08:002007-12-02T22:55:02.086+08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;">DEME<span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>N</strong></span>TORS are the worse creature to ever walk this earth. <span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>I</strong></span>t feeds on every good feeling, every happy memory...</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">-Remus Lupin</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Professor</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;">Defense Against the Dark Arts<br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;">Hogwartz School of Witch<span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>C</strong></span>raft and Wizardy</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Harry Potter and the Prisoner <span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>O</strong></span>f Azkaban)</span></em><br /><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6875467594375863407?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-60405800154935418902007-12-01T06:40:00.000+08:002007-11-30T16:42:03.553+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;">....for things on earth are but a mist</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;">that will soon fade away.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;">what last throughout eternity </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#339999;">are the good deeds we do each day!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6040580015493541890?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-7341257393853686622007-11-19T20:20:00.000+08:002007-11-30T16:35:44.104+08:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>I met God in the morning</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>When my day was at its best,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>And His presence came like sunrise,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>Like a glory in my chest.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>All day long His presence lingered,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>All day long He stayed with me,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>And we sailed in perfect calmness,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>O'er a very troubled sea.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>So I think I know the SECRET,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>Learned from troubled way: </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>'You must seek Him in the morning,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3366ff;"><em>If you want Him through the day!'</em></span><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-Ralph Spaulding</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-734125739385368662?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-43768248947759780462007-11-14T04:58:00.000+08:002007-11-13T15:14:17.145+08:00<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000000;"><span style="color:#663300;">If yOu need sOmeOne tO fill the empty space in yOur heart<br />tell me and i'l gladly step inside..<br />but if yOu need that space fOr sOmeOne else<br />just tell me..<br />i'l step Out just fOr yOu tO be happy.</span><br /><br /></span></em><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">-Special Thanks to BatGurl</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-4376824894775978046?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-10511434866623410692007-10-31T12:52:00.000+08:002007-11-09T01:42:20.028+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#000066;">sometimes, even with modern technology and newly discovered vaccine or antibiotics....still....sometimes, it doesn't help to cure what ails the heart....but only</span> <span style="color:#cc0000;">LOVE</span> <span style="color:#000066;">can do!!!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-1051143486662341069?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-87232175451212513482007-10-10T06:37:00.002+08:002008-08-15T14:18:24.107+08:00<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#990000;">As I fiNisheD rEaDing tHe HarRy POtter boOk 6th (The Half-BlOod-PriNce). I cAn't hElp bUt feEl SaD. My fRieND wAs rIghT, tHe bOoK wAs SaD aNd it's TrUe DumbLedOre, ThE mOst pOweRfUl wiZard and HeaDmaSter of HOgwartZ SchoOl Of WitchCrafT and WiZaRdy, diEd, LeaVing HarRy all alOne nOw tO faCe VoldermOrt in ThE neXt and FinaL boOk ---The DeaDly HaLlOws.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-8723217545121251348?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-68612921998882621212007-10-06T05:28:00.000+08:002007-11-01T06:51:45.620+08:00<strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">Si alguna vez la vida te maltrata</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">acuerdade de mi,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">que no puedo cansarse de esperar,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;">aquel que no se cansa de mirarte</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">-Luis Garcia de Montero (Granada 1961)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6861292199888262121?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-28118696991991076072007-09-28T09:14:00.000+08:002007-09-27T09:26:27.784+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">@The-Babe:</span></strong> <span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#330099;">"Garfield`,</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Love</em></span> <span style="color:#330099;">Means <span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Never</span> </span>Having to Say</span> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;">You're Sorry</span><span style="color:#330099;">."</span></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-2811869699199107607?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-21632980453987917402007-09-23T12:53:00.000+08:002007-09-22T23:53:53.942+08:00<strong>i know you'll be the sun in somebody else's sky, but why, why, why cant it be, why cant it be mine?</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-2163298045398791740?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-90622025680268304522007-09-02T15:15:00.000+08:002007-09-02T02:15:32.131+08:00A girl's heart is a deep ocean of secrets<br /><br />-Rose Dawson<br /> TITANIC<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-9062202568026830452?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-25323922622170284582007-09-01T17:47:00.001+08:002008-08-15T14:01:59.440+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">We were gathered in a big circle. All of us who are working in this school. The facilitator of the seminar asked each one of us how long have we been teaching? Some had been here for many years, they were the pioneers.While others have been here for two, three, five and eight years or so. We also have some new people who just joined the field of education. Fresh graduates or a new recruit I must say. It shows the eagerness on their face, the desire to teach and prove themselves. It's thrilling!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">We were asked to look at one another for a brief moment then, we are asked how long have we known the person who sits beside us. Each of us talked about how much we know, how little or know nothing at all of the person sitting on our sides. I sat between Addie and Jane. Jane spoke first about me. She said I'm a very noisy person. LOUD! I interrupted her saying: "Well what do you expect from a Deaf?" Everyone laughed. She went on saying how much she learned from me and is thankful for the kindness I gave. She said other things and finally added that should ever I get married, I shouldn't forget to invite her. I grinned and would have wanted to say, "yeah, dream on!" but I kept the thought to myself. I stood up, it was my turn next. As I spoke, I looked at her half grinning and half smiling. I started by saying, "I've known Jane when she first came to school as a teacher aide. She had been with me for two years. She is a shy woman and sometimes unsure of herself. She is the kind of person who would be most willing to help you if you ask her provided you pay for her snack and fare." Laughter and she hits me. "But she has a true heart and a passion to teach the Deaf children." Next, I spoke about Addie. Addie and I have been friends for like ages. We met when I was just in my sophomore in college and she was our note-taker and sometimes interepreter for mass and program. Addie and I became classmates when she took the same course I ventured after finishing a pre-certificate course in computer. Our friendship grew stronger and she knows me inside and out. She is like a mentor other than a friend, classmate and colleague. She is there for me whenever I needed help when it comes to fashion, work, gimmicks and of course, BOYS! ;D When I was finish, I sat on my chair and waited for Addie. She didnt stood up but instead galanced at me with a nice smile, the kind you would see when a good friend smiles fondly of you, pleased you didn't put her to shame for what you really knew about her. Hahaha! Anyway, she said it was true we know each other that much and aside from our other close friends (Maya and Jo). She went on saying how she is like a mother to me and how sometimes we end up argueing due to our different likes and dislikes or sometimes we clash because of my being persistent. She admires me for that though and wishes me to keep doing my best. Jo sat next to her and she spoke how many years she had known her. They have been much together as colleagues and friends longer than me and Maya. She knew a lot about Jo from her likes and dislikes and what is her weakness and strong points and how she would react, think and deal with her job and other people. .... Most of us said nice things and little was said about embrassing situation, some were for laughs.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"><span style="color:#ff6666;">The facilitator then gave us some paper with questions to answer. The questions wasn't difficult at all. It asked the usual stuff like what does your friend likes and dislikes? what is her favorite color or how do you think she will react to situation and what will be her choice of things, her taste and other preference, etc...The list was short as it asked us to describe only three people whom we think we know too well. Of course, we four (Addie, Maya, Jo and I) wrote each other's name. When we were finish, we were asked to share our answer. Then the person we thought we knew very well answered the same question to see if our answers matched. Too our surprise, we found out we scored low except for Maya and Addie. their score on each other wasn't bad. Mine wasn't too bad about Maya. The facilitator explained to us that sometimes, the people who we thought we know very well, are actually the people we know so little about.</span> <span style="color:#009900;">"Like an opponent in a battle, you should not over estimate nor underestimate your enemy."</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">We thought we may know people who spend their lives with us from Monday to Friday or the people who live with us in one roof, it could be your husband or wife, your brothers and sisters, your parents and grandparents or your bf and gf. But the painful truth is we dont know them at all, like a perfect stranger! Because we tend to take them for granted in our lives and we tend to put off things for them, thinking that this person is always there or will be there anyway and you will see that person when you go back to work. Or you can put off a lunch gathering with the family thinking you will see them anyway, when you get home or at breakfast.... </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#00cccc;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;">I recall when I was in that seminar,what the facilitator told us struck me hard... Now, just this morning, I was talking to someone and this person saw the reaction on my face and told me he knows and he can read me because he can see my face. I looked at the monitor of my pc and thought about what he said for a brief second and I thought also about what another friend told me last night at work about knowing me to well. How my answers showed on my face and the way I smile or laugh....I've been very happy lately because I found my <span style="font-size:180%;">freedom</span> once again. And I have my Dad beside me. Even though sometimes, I wish I am not so stuck with work. I want to find some time out and spend it with my father, away from all these things that are happening to me. Away from the madness of the city and work. Away from the sorrow I once dealt with for such a long time. Yes, I have finally destroyed the chains that once binds me<em><span style="color:#3333ff;">...."</span></em><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Your happiness will also be my happiness wherever that may be and with whoever with...."</span></em> </span>I am thankful that in the past I have memories although not all have been pleasant but I don't recall them now. What I can only recall are the good ones. The happy ones that taught me a lot of things. Something I can benefit from and add some more wit in me....So, when I look in the mirror now and I see this face, whose eyes have failed to reach that glint, but I see something else now.... As I look closer, I see someone familiar, someone whose face is no longer a cast of shadow....I see this face....this face that I long missed....the face who I used to be and who I wanted to be....I see myself now, smiling and ready to take the world again! :)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-2532392262217028458?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-13874719634381581902007-08-29T13:00:00.001+08:002008-08-15T13:59:08.038+08:001. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for. <br /> <br />2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.<br /> <br />3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you. <br /> <br />4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you. <br /> <br />5. <em>Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.</em> <br />6. <strong>You mean the world to someone.</strong> <br />7. You are special and unique. <br /> <br />8. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you. <br /> <br />9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.<br /> <br />10. When you think the world has turned its back on you take another look. <br /> <br />11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks. <br />~ Source unknown<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-1387471963438158190?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-11111588318876210192007-08-27T11:12:00.000+08:002007-08-26T21:16:44.840+08:00<strong><span style="color:#663366;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Never </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>get discouraged</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>when things</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>go beyond</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>your expectations,</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>Always </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>remember that</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>the greatest</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>glory in life</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>is NOT winning!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>but </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>rising</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>every time</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><em>we fall!</em></span></span><br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-1111158831887621019?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-54244275458883234982007-07-14T21:46:00.000+08:002007-08-26T21:48:51.649+08:00Whenever you<br />don't UNDERSTAND<br />what's happening<br />in your LIFE<br />you just have<br />to close<br />your eyes<br /><br />Take deep<br />breath<br />and say,<br /><br />"LORD,<br />I know<br />its your PLAN,<br />I put<br />my TRUST<br />in your<br />HANDS...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-5424427545888323498?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-9723878596002178892007-05-28T18:36:00.001+08:002007-05-28T18:36:53.691+08:00Whenever I look up in the skies, I see the beauty and glory of God. The multitude blessings and love He has bestowed even before I came to see the light of the world...Sometimes, memories flashes across the rainbow and I sense a great kind of longing to be at peace in the place He has reserved for me....One day, in time, I know I will be there--- Up in the Skies....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-972387859600217889?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-73799665467107610772007-02-11T03:14:00.000+08:002007-02-10T15:04:54.097+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wake up this morning and I thought of my dear friend Chey…she is gone…she passed away last January 30…. I had no premonition or any strange feelings that time or before and after she died except that, I did wonder how she is and how things are going on with her and Brit…. I wondered why Chey just stopped coming online…. I thought of the worse for a while but it didn’t alarm me that much ‘cuz I knew both of them are sly or cunning, they will get away with it, whatever happens you cannot separate or stop those two…. sooner or later they will be chatting again. I will just give it time. Perhaps they are in touch in private message and are using different nicks trying to catch on each other like they usually do. I didn’t want to bother them if that is the case. I like to give them privacy and let them spend their time together ‘cuz I knew how much it counts for them to find the time to talk. Besides, it’s becoming seldom, so I want to let them catch up. Time is so precious…. Sometimes I envy those two ‘cause of the kind of love they have for each other. I wish Andres have the same intensity for me…I wish he had been sincere…I told this pain to Chey during one of our last conversations last year in December…. But still, I wonder…I don’t see them anymore online…. For a while Brit used to send me website that I never bothered to look or check. Until I deleted Brit in my yahoo and Chey stopped coming or leaving me offline messages…I wonder if I will ever hear from both of them again…. I thought more about Chey. I hoped she is alright and fighting…</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Its hard and painful to believe Chey is gone…I started crying and I called her name. The thought of Chey gone forever hurts. The thought she will never come back is hard. I will miss her so much. She had been one of my very good and longest online friends, one of the MOST LOYAL! I ever had. She is so much a part of my life. God I love my friend very much! But I knew she needed peace, she had enough! The clock strikes and its 7:53am just about the same time when I first saw the topic yesterday in mIRClife that Chey finally rested in peace. I couldn’t believe that. I thought at first it could be probably someone else who has the same nick cuz in #ddi, there were two Cheyenne. But that is mIRClife! I knew the other Cheyenne doesn’t come there. I must ask it just couldn’t be Chey. I called ercald who just joined but he didn’t reply. I called `Bubbles in msn, she was listening to music so I know she will answer me. I buzzed her and asked. It took a while before she replied, and when she said yes, I went numb. It couldn’t be! I don’t remember exactly what I said next, but I do remember asking when and how? I started crying as she told me what she heard, `Bubbles gave me the logs. I knew it’s because of Brit. Chey had always told me she cannot live without her and I wonder if Brit had abandoned her, I don’t think she did but then Chey won’t be gone then. Did Brit give up and just left her? That’s hard to think she could do that but then I cannot blame Brit. No matter how it hurts. I hurt so much for Chey. She is my dear friend…. When `Bubbles gave me the website in tribute to Chey, I couldn’t read it at first and I messaged Andres. I didn’t expect him to respond but to my surprise he DID! I told him about Chey and gave him the website. He acted cold, unemotional and all he said was: “I’m sorry to hear that.” “I hope she finds peace” then he went BRB. He never said anything after that and didn’t come back, he opened his music and listened to songs for a while then he left… I cried my heart alone. I thought of Chey…why?<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have work the day I saw that topic. I have no idea at that time what that day would bring. I woke up yesterday and did my usual morning routine. I went online and got connected to several messengers and channels. I am on auto join in several channels. As usual the channels in MIRC were almost full and quiet with the bots giving out their auto message greetings and people coming and going only add to confusion and enough for me to miss the topic in #ddi. I wasn’t logged yet in mIRClife cuz I didn’t add it on my auto join channel. I got bored a bit and wanted to see who are parked in mIRClife. When I joined there, I didn’t notice the topic at first. I got disconnected twice, I think. When I came back that’s when I saw the topic about Chey. After I had confirmed that it was indeed Cheyenne Williams who passed away, I went to #ddi and in the lounge and called for my Daddy HangMan (owner of the now defunct channel kitty, where me and Chey met) but he wasn’t there and someone asked me why? I told that person that a dear friend of ours died. The person who asked me told me if I am talking about Chey. I said yes and wondered how she knew. She told me its on ddi’s topic. How could have I missed it? And how long had it been there? Gosh!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"><strong>Sometimes, when we go inside a chat channel we don’t pay attention nor care to read what is in the topic. We take it for granted. Thus, we miss reading what is so essential… I hope others will never take the channel’s topic for granted like I did. Please take time to look and read so what happened to me that day will not happen to you.<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wiped my tears and mustered the courage to read the tribute. The website was done by Chey’s sister. I read that Chey deleted everything and I remember losing some of my logs, which includes hers and Brits. I wonder if there was anything connected to that. I also read she had destroyed her poems. My God! Chey used to write incredible poems. She gave me one. She said its originally for Andrea but when I told her I would like to have a copy because it kind of relates to what Andres and I were going through, Chey told me I can have it and that she is also dedicating it to us! I posted that poem to my private blog and showed it to Andres only yesterday. I didn’t want to share it to anybody aside from Andres. I felt Chey’s sister has the rights to it now. It is still Chey’s poem not mine or Andres, it’s not ours to share to other people. I want to respect Chey’s work. So I went to look if there is any email address or any possible means to get in touch with her sister so I could give some of the poems I have of Chey, but there was none…<br /><br />I went to work feeling disoriented. Although, I made my plans about my lessons 2 days earlier, I feel like I don’t know where to start. I have everything set but sometimes I get lost and I don’t know what I am going to do. The feeling I have inside me is just quite heavy…When my class started, I have to start by telling my students what school don’t teach them…</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">”School doesn’t teach you how to love someone or how to walk away on someone and tell that someone you don’t love them anymore…school doesn’t teach you that!”…. </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">“I have said, you must know the balance when to separate your problems from work and school. That you should never bring them here when you come to class or work but leave them all at home and get back to resolving your troubles when you’ve done your other responsibilities that requires your attention right now.”… </span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><em></em></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><em>“You need time management…know how to set your priorities…you didn’t come here in school to bring and discuss your worries at home but you came here to study…if you need help we have the guidance but only after your classes. Know your responsibilities and hold your emotional conflict, use your head and don’t let emotion over rule your judgment.”</em><br /><br /></span><em><span style="color:#6633ff;">“What happened to me this morning is beyond all that. It’s not something I can put on hold and say I will get back to that. It’s not something that can wait nor something I can attend to after I’ve done my other duties. Its not something I can bring back or hold on to when I have my time. But something that as human I have to be emotional about because it’s very painful, not even a mind can hold. Its overwhelming…. to learn my friend died.”<br /></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There was a great shock on my students’ reaction, some of them gasped, others said ohh and covered their mouth. A great silence followed and I could not contain the tears I have been trying to keep. I cried unashamedly. A student reached out and offered me her handkerchief. I didn’t take it I took a tissue from my bag and told her it’s okay. She patted my back and stood there. Everyone we’re watching me. I motioned my student to take her seat. I wiped my tears and tried to control myself. I must not break completely or I will never be able to go on and do what I must do for today’s class. It’s not fair for these students. But I owe them an explanation aside an apology for not being myself and for bringing this emotional burden.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em>“Death is inevitable. You cannot stop it or make it wait. It’s something beyond everybody’s control but the will of God. I want you to understand this emotional pain that not even a school can do something about or stop you from your grief. We are human. Other problems we can make our head rule over our heart but not this. Forgive me, if I am not at my usual self today and if I make mistake let me know and correct me. I will welcome it and appreciate that you speak out and correct what must be set right. Don’t be afraid to tell me that I am wrong. There is nothing to be afraid except if you didn’t study for your exam.”</em><br /></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">None of my students said a word. They just nodded their heads. Some of the girls were in tears even the boys! All understood the emotional pain I am suffering, the shock and pain of lost. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>“My friend died… and I feel lost… I don’t know some times what I am going to do or what I am suppose to do. I am not at myself at all. But I try to keep in mind you are here and I cannot ignore the fact I am living and still have responsibilities to you, as your teacher…. I want you to take your time to understand, you should never waste your time. Don’t forget to say </em></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I LOVE YOU</span> </strong><span style="color:#000099;">and mean it! Say I am</span></em><strong> <span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ff9966;">SORRY!</span><em> </em></span><span style="color:#009900;"><em>FORGIVE</em></span></strong><em> <span style="color:#000099;">people who has hurt you because when that person dies, you can never say those</span> <span style="color:#000099;">words….</span></em></span><em> </em><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">They will never know, they will never see or hear it… Do not have regrets in the end, don’t do it until its too late! DO IT NOW! Doesn’t matter if love isn’t returned to you, doesn’t matter if your apology isn’t accepted nor your thank you is brushed aside and ignored. But do know in that person heart and in the eyes of God, you gave your self, you did your part in all sincerity!”<br /></span></em><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I recall when Chey and I used to talk especially when our talk is heart to heart we never fail to say those three important words. We always say</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>I LOVE YOU</strong></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">to each other. I have no regrets. I didn’t fail to let her know she is in my heart and that I care that much, that</span> <span style="color:#000099;"><strong>I LOVE HER AS MY FRIEND. </strong></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">And she the same.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I don’t recall any moment of having any misunderstandings with her. We never had any of those. We were always there to be silly, laughing, defending or supporting each other when one of us is about to cry and lost hope…. The last time we talked, she was at the brink of giving up her life but I told her to please hold on. I made her hang on for a while and I made her promise me she will never take her life away no matter what happen. I assured her Brit loves her that much and she will never leave. I know Brit does with the same intensity.... Before we ended our chat, Chey made me promise too I will not take away my own life for Andres and I told her</span> <strong>I NEVER WILL!</strong> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I can say I am glad that I did my part in making Chey’s life better for being her friend…for being there especially in those last few months that she was active, when she most needed me... For not failing in anything… </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lastly, I also learned that her sister's name is AmyLynn ( we met last night in #ddi). And like Amy, Chey shared her life with me for three wonderful years...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">To Cheyenne, my dearest friend, I will miss you very much, you hold dear deep and true in my heart and wherever you are, I hope you are happy and at peace---</span><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#3333ff;"><em>Up in the Skies….</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-7379966546710761077?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-28047725388937932212007-02-10T05:37:00.000+08:002007-02-10T12:28:39.509+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><em>" When I awake, I am with you... "</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-2804772538893793221?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-39101384054437696932007-01-12T03:14:00.000+08:002007-01-30T13:00:02.499+08:00<span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">hold on!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">just got here and already having calls</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">DOn'T you just HATE it! When uve been asked to wait online and then the person went ---KAPUT!</span><br /><a href="mailto:F@)#+$*%Y"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">F@)#+$*%Y</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">*!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;">OH WELL! IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAaaaY!!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3910138405443769693?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-31009911306873003202007-01-03T15:48:00.000+08:002007-01-13T08:59:18.883+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><em>words inspired from the msn message of</em> <strong><span style="color:#33ccff;">Andres Huerta</span>- Another year that goes....</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>Another day goes by<br />Without you<br />Another time spent alone<br />in this lonely place<br />Wishing you were here,<br />to hold me dear… </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><br />However, now that you are gone<br />and I have my own life to live,<br />all I could do is hope and pray…<br />That maybe as time goes by<br />and another day spent farther apart<br />may heal the hurt and pain.<br />And who knows, maybe someday<br />we will be together again…<br />For our love will always be true…<br />Maybe someday,<br />Love will bring you back to me…<br /><br />Another day goes by<br />Without you<br />Another time spent alone<br />in this lonely place<br />wishing were together again…<br /><br />Cherishing each moment<br />As I hold onto your arms<br />Please don’t ever walk away<br />Don’t ever let our love drift away<br />From this moment on…<br />Forever and for always<br />Our love will be true…<br /><br />Another day becomes<br />Another year that goes…<br /><br />Another day goes by<br />Without you… </em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span>But maybe someday,<br />we’ll be together again…</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3100991130687300320?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-52734089944615904232006-12-03T18:07:00.001+08:002008-08-10T13:36:53.188+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">e•ras•er(i r‚sƒr)n.<br />1. a device,as a piece of rubber or cloth,for erasing marks of pencil,chalk,etc.<br />2. one that erases.<br /><br />If anything can be easily erased, as simple as erasing a mark of a pencil or chalk then, I wish I can erase some memories I don't want to keep anymore. It shouldn't stay in my memory or come flashing back. Cuz every time it does, I collapse! I know I need to let go, but how? When letting go is so hard... However, at least now it's no longer as hard as the first time...Praying is all the comfort I have. Every time I get to a miserable draw back, I pray amidst tears...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Today something happened and I think it happened for a reason. It's something I have been seeking as an answer to this trouble. I realize it's a way of helping me forget. It's removing the memories, whatever I am still holding dear within me. I will be able to learn to let go. All I have to do is delete everything so I have nothing to look back.... Once things are gone, it will be easier to forget and I can move on and find my own happiness. So, I can smile again... </span></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-5273408994461590423?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-61267380163322875752006-12-01T14:35:00.000+08:002006-11-30T23:27:27.409+08:00<strong>georgie`:</strong> <span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">how i wish everyone will just resolve every difference they have</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">swallow their pride,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">overcome their fears,</span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#663366;"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">(join <span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">Fear Factor</span>...hehehehe!)<br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;">erase their hatred,</span></strong></span><span style="color:#cc66cc;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">stop being jealous an' greedy,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">forgive all the jerks and flirts (bec. they two time their partners).</span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#000099;">forgiving is the BEST healing medicine!</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">(y'know!?!).</span></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">help the sick an' poor,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">donate to charity,</span></strong><br /></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#990000;">LOVE</span> your ENEMIES,</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6600;">as God has loved you unconditionaly.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong>Be <span style="color:#336666;">NICE</span> to people who has <span style="color:#333333;">HURTED</span> you the <span style="color:#3333ff;">MOST DEEPLY.</span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">'cuz in time, God will be just on them!</span> <span style="color:#990000;">(grins!).</span></strong><span style="color:#660000;"><br /></span><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">put your litter in your pocket,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">pick up your dog's poo poo in the street,</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">flush the toilet after use an' be considerate to the next user,</span></strong><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">quit smoking an' stop polluting the air and your <span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;">lungs.</span></span></strong><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">smoking is <span style="color:#cc0000;">hazardous</span>, it helps deplete the ozone faster</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">u don't wanna be the next extinct spicies on earth</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">do you?!?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">go get help fer yerself if needed be----</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">see a shrink!</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;">overcome being an alcoholic,</span></strong></span><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#333399;"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">stop gambling!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">stop illegal loggin'</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">stop dynamite fishing!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">you oughta give more than what ye take!</span></strong><br /></span><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">* EvilFairy hands a rope to georgie`</span></strong><br /><strong>Melissa`:</strong> looooooooooooooooool<br /><strong>georgie`:</strong> <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#993399;">sigh!</span> </span><br /><strong>georgie`:</strong> <span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#993399;">i rest my case!</span> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6126738016332287575?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-64723816249923311742006-11-20T15:29:00.000+08:002006-11-25T11:15:48.126+08:00<span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I could stay awake just to see you breathing<br />Watch you smile while you are sleeping<br />While you are far away and dreaming<br />I just wanna stay with you<br />In this moment forever and ever<br />I don’t wanna close my eyes<br />I don’t wanna fall asleep<br />Cause I miss you, baby<br />And I don’t wanna miss a thing<br />Cause even when I dream of you<br />The sweetest dream will never do<br />I’d still miss you, baby<br />I don’t wanna miss a thing<br />And I don’t wanna miss one smile<br />And I don’t wanna miss one kiss<br />Well I just wanna be with you right here<br />With you just like this</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Well I just wanna hold you close<br />Feel your heart so close to mine<br />And just stay here in this moment<br />For all the rest of time<br />Don’t wanna close my eyes<br />I don’t wanna fall asleep<br />Cause I’d miss you, baby<br />And I don’t wanna miss a thing<br />Cause even when I dream of you<br />The sweetest dream will never do<br />I’d still miss you, baby<br />And I don’t wanna miss a thing<br />Don’t wanna close my eyes<br />I don’t wanna fall asleep<br />Yeah, I don’t wanna miss a thing….</span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#000099;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-6472381624992331174?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-34769919733740363122006-10-31T09:11:00.000+08:002006-10-30T17:48:25.732+08:00<div align="justify">Last night I was in my usual habit of chatting online, however, I wasnt chatting at all. I was instead, downloading music. Yup! I was downloading music files being sent by online friends. Seriously, I was! I had downloaded two music files before I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I went back in my room after I closed the lights in the common room. My roomates we're all on vacation since it's semestrial break so, I was left alone in the apartment. It wasn't long as I was clearing my bed with some stuff when I noticed the door was shaking as if someone is trying to get my attention by shaking it. Being deaf, I will not be able to hear a knock even if you knock louder unless I am holding something that can send impact of the sound or vibration. </div><div align="justify">I stared at the door in disbelief. Now who could it be at this hour of the night? I am sure it can't be my roomate as it's soo late in the night besides, she told me she will be back after three weeks and its just less than a week since she left. So, I wondered if it's the guard. But why would the security come up and shake my door? Is there an emergency? Is there a fire? I don't smell any smoke. We had an earthquake a few days or week back. I can't remember though when exactly it was but what I remember was the earthquake was strong because it shook the entire bed. I felt it even I was moving....but that night I didn't feel any earthquake. So I went near the door and quickly double locked it. I was glad I have the habit of locking the door knob otherwise, we'll never know.... Anyway, after double locking the door, the shaking didn't stop. Oh shit! someone is truly outside prolly wanting to get in or for me to open the door but there was no knocking. I went on my knees to look at the bottom of the door with my face on the floor to see if there was light. Surely if this is an emergency, whoever is outside would open the lights as it was completely dark when I turned off all the lights in the common room.</div><div align="justify">But again, shit! no lights and it was completely dark! I moved away and went to my bed. My laptop was beside me. I was scared shit as hell!!! This is NOT a joke, the door is shaking!!! I typed messages on my laptop, the first person I informed was...icks! my mexican bf... sheesh! No help as to what I will do! I saw another friend online and told him what is happening. He said to call the police. Oh dear, how can I? I'm deaf. Again the door shook. F*@#! HELP! I was trembling that moment but I did not scream. I cannot scream, it's not me. I don't scream or become hysterical in this kind of situation 'cuz if I do that I will break into laughter. It's not me golly and I am serious I DON'T scream for help. I was trying to think what to do, I was aware I was losing my right sense of thinking by asking people online for help. But shit! How can I call? I don't know the police number. The fone at Dad's house was cut and I don't have my address booklet so, I don't know any friends or relatives I can call for help. This is such a BUMMER!!! I saw my cellphone on the table and grabbed it. The first person I sent a text message was my brother Steff (he is 8 years older than me). Next, our eldest brother Ferdie and then the secretary of the building. I asked her to please have the security guard come up and to turn on all the lights in the common room and check the place. It took like forever before I saw lights outside and knew there was help already. When I opened my room door I saw the cleaning lady clutching the keys and the guard was entering the other room beside mine with his gun on the ready. It was real and scary.The cleaning lady had a worried look on her face and I told her what happened.... When the guard came out he went to the bathroom and checked the window. He said everything is okay. Nobody is inside. I asked if he had checked the fire escape. He went there and we followed. He checked first the other room and even checked underneath the bed. Nobody was there. He opened the door leading to the fire escape and checked. Nothing. PHEW!</div><div align="justify">But I did tell them I saw the door was really shaking as if someone is moving it, trying to get in or calling my attention.They told me it must be the wind. WHAT? I had all my bags hanged at the door, the bags were heavy enough to steady the door and beside, the door wasnt shaking slightly! How can a wind shake a door that violent? They told me not to worry and to lock everything. I left all the lights on in the common room and I didn't sleep until I felt truly tired and sleepy. I tried to do some stuff to make me stay awake as I still feel shaken by the experience and sleep won't come. I even notice I called for my cousin's help in msn. God! this is terrible! Steff sent me a message this morning asking how I am. The secretary of the building also sent me a text message asking how I am and if everything is okay now. I thanked them both and assured them everything is okay and that I am fine now. Steff told me to go home if I will be left alone in the apartment but I cannot do that as I still have work in College.</div><div align="justify">Anyway, that experience taught me a few things: First of all is to be MORE CAREFUL! 2nd, to have double lock on the door of the common room. 3rd, get a new handset of fone that has special features so I can feel the vibration and know when someone answer my call and lastly is to keep emergency numbers with me at all times! </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-3476991973374036312?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-49078086944816511992006-10-27T03:50:00.000+08:002006-10-30T00:16:31.553+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7331/1900/1600/grinning%20andres.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7331/1900/400/grinning%20andres.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile, though your heart is aching</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile, even though it's breaking</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">When there are clouds in the sky</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You'll get by...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">If you smile</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">With your fear and sorrow</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile and maybe tomorrow</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You'll find that life is still worthwhile</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">If you just...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Light up your face with gladness</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Hide every trace of sadness</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Although a tear may be ever so near</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">That's the time you must keep on trying</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile, what's the use of crying</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You'll find that life is still worthwhile</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">If you just...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile, though your heart is aching</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile, even though it's breaking</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">When there are clouds in the sky</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You'll get by...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">If you smile</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Through your fear and sorrow</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile and maybe tomorrow</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You'll find that life is still worthwhile</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">If you just smile...</span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">That's the time you must keep on trying</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">Smile, what's the use of crying</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">You'll find that life is still worthwhile</span></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">If you just smile</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-4907808694481651199?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-7683068520741742402006-10-23T15:21:00.000+08:002006-10-22T22:09:17.617+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7331/1900/1600/untitled.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7331/1900/200/untitled.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />T<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">hese tears I cry<br />Drawn from a well of sorrow<br />A well so deep<br />That it knows no end<br />Just like the tears<br />Waiting for their turn to fall<br /><br /><br />These tears I cry<br />Walking alone the road of life<br />I stumble and fall<br />Over the edge of despair<br />Trying to find a way out<br />Only to realize that there is none<br /><br /><br />These tears I cry<br />As I remember<br />All the grief and pain grasp my heart<br />Now too fragile it might just burst<br />And my hope and love all disappear<br />Gone lost forevermore<br /><br /><br />These tears I cry<br />Like sharp, deadly arrows<br />So angry and fast<br />And so hot they burn my cheeks<br />Like salty waterfalls<br />Rushing to meet the end<br /><br /><br />These tears I cry<br />While hoping they'll stop<br />But knowing they'll never will<br />For a river keeps flowing<br />Waterfalls keep rushing down<br />And my well knows no end<br /><br /><br />Like the tears I cry</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Special thanks to sweethatred</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-768306852074174240?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1160075443375518152006-10-06T03:02:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:28.764+08:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"><strong>People are often unreasonable<br />illogical, and self-centered<br />Forgive them anyway.<br /><br />If you are kind, People may accuse<br />you of selfish, ulterior motives;<br />Be kind anyway.<br /><br />If you are successful, you will win some<br />false friends and some true enemies;<br />Succeed anyway.<br /><br />If you are honest and frank,<br />people may cheat you;<br />Be honest and franks anyway.<br /><br />What you spend years building,<br />someone could destroy overnight;<br />Build anyway.<br /><br />If you find serenity and happiness,<br />they may e jealous;<br />Be happy anyway.<br /><br />The good you do today,<br />People will often forget tomorrow;<br />Do good anyway.<br /><br />Give the world the best you have,<br />and it may never be enough<br />Give the world the best you've got anyway.<br /><br />You see, in the final analysis,<br />it is between you and God;<br />It was never between you and them anyway.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-116007544337551815?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1159881573770955982006-10-04T12:11:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:28.501+08:00<span style="color:#993399;">I know that it's time for a change</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Mmm but when that change comes</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Will you still feel the same?</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">How many times have I tried to turn this love around?</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I don't want to give up</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">But baby it's time I had two feet on the ground</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Can you release me</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Can you release me</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Now that you're gone</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I can't help myself from wondering</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Oh, if you'd have come down from your high</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Would we've been all right?</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Release me</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Can you release me</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Chorus: </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span><span style="color:#993399;">Come on baby, come on baby</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">You knew it was </span><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">time to just let go</span><br /></em><span style="color:#993399;">'Cause we want to be free</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">But somehow it's just not that easy</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Come on Darlin', hear me Darlin</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">''Cause you're a waste of time for me</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I'm trying to make you see</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">That baby you've just got to release me</span><br /><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Release me</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Release me</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">I'm not going back to you anymore</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Finally my weakened heart is healing though very slow</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">So stop coming around my door</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">'Cause you're not gonna find</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">What you're looking for</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">(Chorus)<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><span style="color:#993399;">What is this power you've got on me<br />What is this power, Oh What is it,<br />What is it<br /></span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">(Chorus)<br /></span><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Release me<br />Will you release me<br />Ah...<br />Release me<br />Will you release me</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115988157377095598?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1159708704703232692006-10-02T00:11:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:28.357+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/578954_please.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/578954_please.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"><strong>I guess i wanted time for you to heal, or mostly cause im a coward, i dont know wich reason is the more accurate...another reason is cause ive realized i gave you much pain rather than giving you what you truly deserved...love, one thing i must tell you is that i didnt got back to her, i never did...i dont know if u'll believe me or not, nor i dont know if this mail will be between us or will you share to the internet community, but one thing is for sure, im truly sorry for all the pain i left behind and im sorry im a jerk, as i said i dont know if u'll forgive me or i dont know if i truly deserve to be forgiven but please do know that i am sorry and i regret that things happened the way they did, and im sincerely happy that you've found someone else and that someone is making you happy, because you truly deserve to be happy and deserve someone who appreciates you and loves you with the intensity that you do...be good, smile big and give yourself the chance of happiness<br />take good care and once again im sorry...</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>"A day without a smile was never a good day at all" Andrés Huerta</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">This is the very letter I got from Nicotine^ after I sent him an email asking why does he ask or comment on me now after all has come to pass. He saw my blog on the Chambers of Secrets: How Do I Love Thee… and left 2 messages in my tag board. His messages read:<br /><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="color:#333333;">20 Sep 06, 12:46<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">nico^jerk:</span> im sincerely happy you found some1 else and that you are fine, take good care and smile! ciao!!<br /><span style="color:#333333;">20 Sep 06, 12:43<br /></span><span style="color:#000000;">nico^jerk:</span> I'm truly sorry for all i did, even though i dont deserve ur forgiveness im sorry from the bottom of my heart<br /></span><br />For the three months time since he said goodbye here he is just 8 days shy away from my birthday. Reading his email, obviously, has two things to say. One is to apology and second is either to test if the door is still open for him or because he had seen that I have someone else, he could be jealous and wants me back but seeing that I have moved on, oh well…what else can he say now? Other than to wish me well, to smile BIG and be happy…Friends rallied on my side upon seeing his comment on my blog. Nobody trust him anymore. Majority advised me to move on and forget him. I deserve someone else better. Andres has hurt me so much. <span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>“Do you want to spend the next 6 months of your life crying and going through the same hell he gave you when you were still together?”</strong></span> I remember my Pop saying this to me. <span style="color:#66ff99;"><strong>“You know Georgie, about flowers and bees?”</strong></span> <em>A bee flies from one flower to another. It sucks every sweetness it gets before leaving and going to the next flower. It doesn’t come back anymore once it got everything.</em> <span style="color:#ff9966;"><strong>“Good! now you know. Don’t play with his game, don’t let yourself be a part of it.”<br /></strong></span><br />From day one we ended our relationship, I almost had nothing else to ask God but to make him happy and hope his ex will love and take good care of him as much as I did, no matter it was through online. I keep praying for help and guidance that I may come to understand the meaning of love he has towards her. Help me to be strong, to go on with my life, to ease the hurt and pain…and if possible, if one day he come to realize….to please bring him back or else just erase every memories. I’ve been struggling so hard in those three months…. I will wait until our anniversary, until the first month of our break-up, until my birthday and last, until Christmas.<br /><br />My friends Melissa and Ivy could only look at me. Ivy said, <span style="color:#339999;"><strong>“Nothing will be lost if you want to wait but … Good, you set a limit for yourself.”</strong></span> Melissa on the other hand said, “<span style="color:#cc66cc;"><strong>Geo, he hurts you so much, he just want to get rid of his guilt. But if you love him, whatever you decide, I will support you. I will stand by you.”</strong></span> Pop said, <span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>“nilla..if you want nico...go after him with all you got....if not...run away fast and leave it alone...dont play in the middle of the field.”<br /></strong></span><br />I thought and thought about all of these things. I knew that the mind and heart never goes together, they may meet half way but only one always rule… If I am to let my heart rule over my head, I’d give Nicotine^ every chance to come back ‘cuz deep inside I still love him so. I’m willing to give it one more try. However, I see no sincerity on his part. He just wanted to apologize, huh!? But even his apology doesn’t sound sincere judging the fact he even mentioned he never got back with his ex. (his point is….) To use my head before I follow my heart, I sent him an email telling him to come online and talk with me about what he said in his email… No reply. Next thing I heard he was going to the hospital. My sympathy went with him. I got in touch with him on his mobile and for the first time he replied: <strong>“Within 4 hours I will be in hospital scared mostly.”</strong> I TRULY got his message!!! I replied saying: <span style="color:#333399;">“I got your msg. WOW! What happen to you? Hope you will be well. Take care! When you get out, let me know.”</span> I didn’t expect him to reply again but he did. <strong>“Thx I will.”</strong><br /><br />I was so surprised! I didn’t reply for a few hours after that. I remember when we were still together he never replied to me on my mobile although he used to say he did send several messages, that he tried but it seems I never got any of them. How come all of a suddenly, now…I am beginning to think he has LIED SO MUCH to me!!!! When I sent another message, I said: <span style="color:#333399;">“Pardon, but do you know who I am?”</span> There was no reply and I waited the next day before I asked him again: <span style="color:#333399;">“Still no idea who I am? Or you probably realize your mistake when you replied back to me yesterday.”</span> He replied: <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">“Cathy right? Back still killing me but all ok.”</span></strong> </span>I asked if he is <span style="color:#333399;">still in the hospital or home resting and what happen to his back again, did he broke it? Is it because of too much domino games or cybering in msn? And take good care.”</span> His last reply was: <span style="color:#000000;"><strong>“Still here was due to carrying heavy stuff.”</strong></span> I tried to reply back but I already run out of credit…<br /><br />One more day in Mexico before my birthday, I sent him another message: <span style="color:#333399;">“How long you gonna stay? Is your fiancée taking good care of you? She better or I will put your two fingers on your forehead (sign language for stupid) Well, 2day is my birthday and we have typhoon signal #3!!! GREAT J Very POWERFUL!!!”</span> I did not hear from him. Until my birthday ended along with the raging storm that swept the country….<br /><br />I’m back to zero, to the starting point where he left me in tears…. I almost started my life anew and yes with Aryan. I’ve been happy for a while but I cannot deny that Andres still reside very much in my heart and Aryan knows. Moreover, Aryan and I have a big culture and religion difference. Those difference doesn’t allow us to be together no matter what. I know Aryan loves me so much, he fought for me and remain true to this day. However, there is something in our life that we both decide to choose and take, that is--- to end things and remain good friends. It was the only way…<br /><br />I have always said to my mom and pop that I will never hurt Aryan the way Nico did to me. If Nicotine comes back and I am still with Aryan, he won’t have any chance. But Andres came at the time when things were long over. I love Andres very much! God knows that… He is asking for forgiveness and at the same time telling me he never got back with his ex---He NEVER DID! But honestly, I don’t know. Because, he refuse to talk or make things clear with me….<br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">“You didn’t reply, probably your fiancée or maybe your wife got hold of your mobile. Sorry…. I should never text and care. It doesn’t matter to you. I wish you did not bother me, are you apologizing just so you can go back to your ex and marry her? Or are you afraid your future child might turn worse than DEAF? …. Enough! Why do you have to tell me you never got back to her? You are only hurting me DEEPER! Happy? That’s what you want; it makes you feel good. I’m tired! …. You are just cleansing your guilt! How much more you want to take from me? I’d give you the last grip I hold of my life if you want! … Why don’t you be MAN ENOUGH? Don’t be a loser and jerk. I did not love you to become like that. Don’t lie! Learn to speak for yourself…..”</span> </em><br /></span><br /></span>I can’t remember anymore what else I said to him. I was just simply too overwhelmed by the pain I have inside. Andres never replied… I don’t know whether out of guilt or whether out to avoid hurting me more than enough or simply he is being a coward again or he doesn’t know what do and say? That’s NOT love. When you love someone one else, you need not ask what to do or say. You yourself will know from your heart…. <span style="color:#990000;"><strong><em>“if you want nico...go after him with all you got....if not...run away fast and leave it alone...dont play in the middle of the field.”<br /></em></strong><br /></span>I tried…<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em>“You asked Jesus to help you, why did you also ask TOM CRUISE for help? What’s your point in telling me you never got back with her if you only wanted to apology? Just tell me if you want me back or I go away…”<br /></em><br /></span></strong>No reply…<br />…an email.<br /><br /><em><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;">I asked you through text message in your mobile. I am sure you got it. Don't play dumb. I will ask you again one more time...<br />You asked Jesus to help you. Why did you also ask TOM CRUISE for help? What's your point telling me you NEVER got back with you ex if you only want to apology? Just tell me if you want to come back or I go away....<br />Stop being a coward and jerk Andres. Help yourself cuz you cannot always be like that for the rest of your life....Aryan and I are no more when you sent that comment in my message tagboard. The reason is--- YOU!<br />Please let's make this clear. Answer me!</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong> </div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#666666;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong><em><span style="color:#666666;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Now that I’m back to where I started since the day he walked out of my life…I truly wonder how much strength I have left on my hold with life… He has taken half of it the first time and I guess it didn’t satisfy him enough and he came back to take what remains of my grip in life…… Andres, if you can read this or if you are reading this blog right now…I’ve written one more poem for you.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#000066;">I’m Waiting for YOU, Up in the Skies.<br /></span></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115970870470323269?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1159011854524921992006-09-23T21:42:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:28.149+08:00<span style="color:#336666;"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-size:130%;">When I'm gone,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">don't be sad and blue.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="color:#330099;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"><span style="color:#330099;"><span style="font-size:130%;">When dreams fail,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">there's tomorrow.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">You know </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">where to find</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">me...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Look up,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">('Cause) I'm waiting for you,</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Up in the skies...</span><br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">June 14, 2006</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115901185452492199?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1157341354598599822006-09-05T02:36:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:27.774+08:00<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>"A person isn't who they are during the last conversation you had with them.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>They are who they've been throughout your whole relationship."</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115734135459859982?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1152163744512056242006-07-30T06:02:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.682+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Let me count the ways…I love thee…because you are:</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">J</span><span style="color:#666666;">olly</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">O</span><span style="color:#666666;">utgoing</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">S</span><span style="color:#666666;">erious</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">E</span><span style="color:#666666;">nthusiastic</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">A</span><span style="color:#666666;">dorable</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">N</span><span style="color:#666666;">ice</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">D</span><span style="color:#666666;">esirable</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">R</span><span style="color:#666666;">ealistic</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">E</span><span style="color:#666666;">nergetic</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">S</span><span style="color:#666666;">ensitive</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">H</span><span style="color:#666666;">umble</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">U</span><span style="color:#666666;">nique</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">E</span><span style="color:#666666;">legant</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">R</span><span style="color:#666666;">omantic</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">T</span><span style="color:#666666;">alented</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">A</span><span style="color:#666666;">dmirable</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">V</span><span style="color:#666666;">alorous</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">A</span><span style="color:#666666;">rtistic</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">L</span><span style="color:#666666;">oveable</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"> </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">T</span><span style="color:#666666;">errific</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">I</span><span style="color:#666666;">dealistic</span></span><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">E</span><span style="color:#666666;">arthbound</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">R</span><span style="color:#666666;">edundantly Royale!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:85%;">But most of all, I love you because you are YOU!</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and you make me happy.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You light my world and bring laughter.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You made me feel what is it like to love so real,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">You made me cry and feel the way I do....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I love you FOREVER because... </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">you made me feel LOVED!</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">:)</span><br /><div align="justify">I wrote this at the time when I was still very much in love with my Mexican boyfriend. We were very much an item back then. But now that we are no longer together and I read this post it made me reflect on the things we had and on myself... We wrote this poem together. Together, we shared so many things by talking online, almost everyday as time would allow him or us. He works and there's a great time difference between us. He only tried sometimes to find the time no matter how busy he is and I managed to spend sleepless nights waiting for him online almost everyday and wake up the next day at five o'clock in the morning to be on time for work....I remember him apologizing for ruining my time life for disrupting my sleeping schedule and everything. I didn't say a thing because for me it didn't matter. What matter is we get to talk and be together even only just through the webcam. What matter is we give time and importance on each other.... I thought I was truly important back then... Now that we are no longer an item, I realize so many things. Things that perhaps I failed to see or almost failed to realize because I was too blind by the feelings I had for him...It was a painful break up that made me cry. I still cry sometimes when the memory flashes back or when I feel the hurt and pain. People close to me said, that I won't get hurt if I didn't allow anybody to hurt me and that pain is something I need to experience in order for me to see things. Now that I have seen them, I should be <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>THANKFUL '</strong></span>cuz I gotten myself out of it. I am better <strong>OFF WITHOUT</strong> him.</div><div align="justify">Sometimes, when I am told of those things it just saddens me not because he left me to get back with his ex. But because of the wonderful things we had shared which he just carelessly threw away without a thought or care. What we had didn't matter to him at all... Perhaps, because he rather get himself screwed than to have someone who is <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><em>truly sincere.</em></span></strong> I remember in one of our chat he told me he is scared. I understood what he meant by being scared. He didn't want to be fooled again or to have his heart broken to pieces again....Before I met Andres Huerta-Valtier and before we became together, Andres and his ex were about to get married. But she left him for someone else aside that his future mother-in-law-to-be got in the way of their marriage because, the girl's mother wanted Andres to have her daughter the luxuries and neccessity of living in a fully paid house and lot, expensive furnitures and a jaguar in the garage. He couldn't provide them except a two room apartment. She left him even after he forgave her for cheating. She went on seeing another guy and as Andres told me, <em>"it was the last straw!"</em> He tried to take away his own life. He was almost in the brink of death yet that didn't even moved her to go back to him and prove her TRUE love for him. Three years later Andres and I met online.... and so, I DO understand his fears. I never wanted him to walk on eggshells yet, he made me walk on it without me realizing where he had lead me to walk on in the time we were together. I was too blind like I said. Nevertheless, I took risk and loved him. I knew not only his fears but his troubles, pain and weakness as well. I helped him get on with his life. He said, I gave him meaning and I made him look at the bright side of things in life. That I was <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HIS LIFE!</span></strong> he even used to tell our friends, <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;">he found me</span></strong> and that he will <strong>NEVER</strong> walk alone again in the dark. He told me I was the light of his life that was once dark....(me grins) You can say its a typical lines of men who are a sweet talker....Anyway, what hurts me is when the time things was getting better in his life eversince we became together and right from the moment his ex-gf learned that Andres got a job as a consultant in an accounting firm suddenly she wants to reconcile with him. Andres was becoming a better person abstaining from his active sex life, trying to quit smoking and drinking, he even went to gym to do fitness and he was working doubly hard for us to be together and get married. He told me he wanted to sell the bar and start another one here in my country. But all of those things did not materialize anymore because she pressured him to get back together and he succumbed. Or I believe because he truly loved her more than he loved me. That it won't matter to him if he would appear <strong>STUPID</strong> by choosing to be still with her even after all the things she did.... That is love. I try to understand that. But in my own opinion, I cannot love someone back again like that. The hurt would be there knowing<span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"><strong> she didn't value </strong></span>what we had and <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">did not care</span></strong> for what we had. They were three years together and she cheated at the time they were suppose to get married. Andres loved her enough to forgive her yet, she went on seeing the other guy and <strong><span style="color:#000066;">when Andres was dying she didn't even care.</span></strong> Now that Andres is getting better, here she is... I remember Andres told me he wanted to be loved <strong>NOT</strong> for what he have but for what <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">HE IS.</span></strong> I wonder if she truly loved him for what he is...Cuz if she does, why didn't she fight for what they had before? Why didn't she come back when he was about to die? <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">WHY COME BACK ONLY NOW???</span></strong> I never knew why and why only after three years time was she able to come to terms with her mother to agree to live in a two by two room apartment. I don't wanna think she was in love with what comfort he can offer her. But the way things happened, it looks so. Andres went back to her and broke up with me not knowing WHY ONLY NOW she thought of coming back to him.... I only wish he will not have any regrets. I wish he is happy and that she is NOW TRULY TRUE to him. I hope she will never leave him when the time comes and he is good for nothing again or someone who is no use to her. Love is not like that, you stick with the person you love no matter what. <span style="color:#3333ff;">I stood</span><span style="color:#3333ff;"> with Andres both in good and bad times.</span> I loved and accepted him for what he is not for what he have. He used to promise me grand things which I politely declined and instead I asked for simple things... I am not comparing myself to his ex but the fact that I gave what he thought he would never have. <strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">I gave him sincerity in a time and world when he was full of doubts.</span></strong> I made him believe again only to be left alone in the dark.However, I refuse to be chained with my past so moved on day by day. I went to face the world. Now, I am happy with someone else. It was just after a month when I found someone new. I don't want to rush things this time because, I wanna be sure that I am over with what Andres and I once had. I know that it takes time to heal and rebuild a shattered trust. Only in my case the healing was fast not because I was depressed that I quickly grabbed this chance to love again....But every single day, I prayed to God for strenght and to ease away my hurt and pain. Day by day and night after night I ask God to please help me erase the memory and help me start my life anew with Aryan.</div><div align="justify">Aryan is almost everything I have asked God for in a man. Most of all Aryan believes in God and he loves and respect the Lord. Something that I have been longing for to find in a future partner. I didn't see that in my dutch boyfriend nor in Andres. Both of them had troubles with God at the time I was with them. However, as I have often prayed to God in the past to use me as His instrument of His will and peace, perhaps that is the purpose they came to my life. It's just sad that Andres and I did not end up together 'cuz I was ready for everything and I knew very well what I was getting myself with. Moreover, what hurts is how Andres put it that the reason we parted ways was because the long distance relationship did not work. WHAT? How could it not work when infact we lasted for almost 10 months, it was almost a year and we were very happy.And it just took one day for him to say goodbye as simple as that....He even told me before that there was nothing to worry about his ex and that he just choose to help her with her problems when in TRUTH...She was trying to get back with him. So, actually, he told me <strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">LIES!</span></strong> And it hurts that he made me appear bad that I was obssessed with him because I keep calling him in the middle of the night. Christ! <strong>I am NOT like that.</strong> But yes, I do call him but not very often because I need to ask someone to call for me because I am a <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">DEAF.</span></strong> It takes so much effort for my part just to get in touch with him. But he didn't realize or see the value in that, that it was true love not obssession. And how could I call him in another time when we have time difference. It's midnight in Mexico while in the Philippines it's broad daylight. I can only ask people to help me call in daylight time and besides it is in the middle of the night that I am sure I can get in touch with him because he is very much awake tending his bar. He sleeps in the day time in Mexico. He made me appear bad to our online friends. Only one defended me. To this day that friend of ours is still angry. </div><div align="justify">I want them to know especially those who still follow this blog that what I gave is <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">REAL</span></strong>, <strong>what I have felt for Andres Huerta is REAL</strong> and that what he told them wasn't true but a <strong>LAME EXCUSES to save his face.</strong> I knew the reason why he refused to have me ask other people to call him on his cellfone not because he pays for the service but I also pay for the international calls I make for him just to know how he is and to let him know that I miss him. Oh, God! It truly made me see the real reason is because he is with his ex and he can't just turn off his cellphone because he is afraid it could be business matter and he doesn't want to miss it. But then he can never tell when will be the time I would be calling 'cuz I ask different people who are at that time is the only person with me. It wasn't easy for me to ask people to make a personal call. How I wish I wasn't deaf. It was when that time I was with Andres, it was the only time I ever wished in my life to have my hearing sense back.... Anyway, I thank God for all of these, for putting these to an end cuz in the end I have <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"><strong>NO REGRETS!</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">July 6, 2006</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">1:30pm</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115216374451205624?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1154151655316012442006-07-30T00:09:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:25.144+08:00Today,<br />before you think<br />of saying anything unkind word,<br />think of someone who <strong>CAN'T </strong>speak.<br /><br />before you complain<br />about the food you will eat,<br />think of someone who has <strong>NOTHING</strong> to eat.<br /><br /><br />before you complain<br />about life,<br />think of someone who <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>WENT TOO EARLY TO</strong></span> <span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>HEAVEN.</strong></span><br /><br /><br />And when you are tired and complaining<br />about your job,<br />think of the <strong><span style="color:#333333;">UNEMPLOYED,</span></strong><br />the <strong><span style="color:#333333;">DISABLED</span></strong> and those who <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663300;">WISHED THEY HAD YOUR JOB!</span><br /></span><br /><br />And when depressing thought seem to get you down,<br />put a <strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;">SMILE</span></strong> on your face and <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>THANK GOD</strong></span><br />you are <em><span style="color:#6600cc;">ALIVE </span>&amp; <span style="color:#993399;">STILL AROUND.</span><br /></em><br /><br />Life is a gift....<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">LIVE IT WELL! </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115415165531601244?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1154148140617643252006-07-28T04:38:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.987+08:00Tonight will be the first night we won't talk<br />I'll wonder where you are<br />I'll wonder if you're wondering about me<br />I'll try to <a href="http://www.littlenibbler.blogspot.com">sleep<br /></a>But sleep won't come<br /><br />Tonight I know I'll lie awake in bed<br />I'll do my best to forget<br />But thoughts of you will keep running thru my head<br />I'll try to sleep<br />But sleep won't come<br /><br />Tonight I know that time is going to crawl<br />I'm sure I'll pace the floor<br />And notice things I never noticed about these walls<br />I'll try to sleep<br />But sleep won't come<br /><br />Tonight will be the first night we won't talk<br />I'll wonder where you are<br />I'll close my eyes and see you in her arms<br />And I'll try to sleep<br /><br /><br />"And there'll be no rest for these tired eyes. I'm marking it down to learning..."<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*Special thanks to <strong>Bone!</strong> ( <a href="http://www.littlenibblers.blogspot.com">www.littlenibblers.blogspot.com</a> )</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115414814061764325?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1153836015807502272006-07-25T11:16:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.911+08:00A friend upon knowing I am in a new relationship and at one time heard my new bf says "I love you" to me, sent this message on my fone....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Men always<br />says "I LOVE YOU!"<br />to women.<br /><br />But do you know<br />what's the TRUE<br />meaning of this?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">"<span style="color:#ff0000;">I</span>"m<br /><br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;">L</span>" ooking<br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;">O</span>" ver your<br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;">V</span>" aginal<br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;">E</span>" ntry<br /><br /><br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;">Y</span>" ou must take<br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;">O</span>" ff your<br />"<span style="color:#ff0000;">U</span>" nderwear.<br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">ugh! really? ;p I told my friend in reply that </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">the message suits my ex mexican bf more </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">and not the present one...</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115383601580750227?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1153835185404844532006-07-24T11:38:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.836+08:00Guess what date is today? huh?!? well, of course the 23rd day of the month.<br />Thoughts for this unpleasant memory of the day....<br /><br /><br />Friendship is like<br />a BIG warm hug<br />On a REALLY BAAAD day!<br /><br />It just erase<br />All the frustration<br />and pain away,<br /><br />Leaving only<br />the feeling<br />that<br />you are<br />SAFE<br />&<br />LOVED!<br /><br />One tight hug<br />for you<br />on this<br />BAD<br />day!<br /><br /><br />Take good care,VanillaSkies ;)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115383518540484453?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1153210729831875092006-07-19T07:13:00.001+08:002008-08-15T13:22:33.194+08:00Sometimes,<br />there are people<br />who come to your life temporarily<br />Then they leave and you need not weep.<br />Move on for the road of life is long<br />You will meet someone again<br />along the way... I met ARYAN.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115321072983187509?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1151765230597080902006-07-02T13:43:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.608+08:00Be very careful if you make a woman cry,<br />because God counts her tears.<br />The woman came out of a man's rib.<br />Not from his feet to be<br />walked on.<br /><br />Not from his head to be superior, but<br />from the side to be equal.<br />Under the arm to be<br />protected, and next to the heart to be loved."<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Special thanks to Bubs and Cindykay</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115176523059708090?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1151314748475069842006-06-27T08:35:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.238+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Aside from the Chambers of Secrets there's another posts that I have kept in a Blue Book Diary when I couldn't go online or simply did not have the heart to post them in the draft box. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">All post from this Blue Book Diary are all about what had transpire during the whole summer months of April and May 2006. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#006600;">Again, keep posted! ;D</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115131474847506984?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1127312874267211142006-06-27T02:32:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:16.974+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">How do you establish trust?<br />Trust on somebody you love may not be hard but for some its not easy either. For others it takes years to build because trust don't happen overnight. However, in a relationship TRUST must be there the moment you accept someone in your life.Without it, love will never grow. Things will never work out. I have loved someone. And sad to say, I've come to see there is no trust on his part. Jealousy kills. I may have some of it but not to the extent I would hurt the one I love. I am saying this simply because<span style="color:#6600cc;"> <u><strong>I have <span style="font-size:180%;">TRUST</span></strong></u><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span></span> There's no need for me to be insecure about. However, to the one I love... sad to say he misjudged me. Accused me of things I never did. Said things that trully hurts. What happened you may ask...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">I was online as usual since I don't have much work yesterday. I stayed online waiting for my online bf to appear. I knew he would be online at around 3pm or 4pm and right on he did show up fresh from his first few days of working out in the gym. It was good to see him as usual and he was glad to see me. We had several laughs and some serious talk until finally he said its 5am and time for him to sleep. We went offline and I logged in #SpeakEasy since I have a time difference and I wanted to talk to some of our other friends online.... I was feeling this big sadness when my bf and I had to say goodnight. I dunno, but I truly feel awfully sad when we parted, not that we had a quarrel. No, we didn't fight but I just feels sad, I am starting to miss him so much and how I wish he could stay longer or be online as often as possible.... I was still in mirc and there were several people in the channel where my bf and I hang out. I don't know and don't care about the rest who were there. I pmed one of our friend and as I was talking to her how I feel about this <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>BIG sadness</strong></span> in me she suddenly said that my bf is online in SE. I was so happy I jested: "I tot you were sleeping!" and I typed tickling him. I typed the initial letter of his nick and pressed the tab key without knowing there was someone else with the same initial so thus instead of his name another nick appeared. PRESTO! he exploded! KABOOM! he left and I pmed him saying hey! He answered back saying: Tickle someone else! Whoa! he got me wrong and I explained to him but he refused to listen and went back in the channel and asked our friend to tell him what was it all about and that I should not lie. Geez! It was madness! We tried to explain to him what happen but he went offline. I end up telling our confused friend what happened. There were others in the channel who saw the fiasco and they could only sigh and tell me to just wait until he cools down and he will prolly listen. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">However, he continued to behave pissed off, refusing to talk with me. Golly! what an outburts!!!!It took several friends to convince him to listen to what truly happened and when he finally calmed down he talked to me on pm but he didnt wanna stay long prolly ashame how he had behave. But I assured him it's okay and I know that he just misunderstood things... But thinking over the whole incident that took weeks to resolve had left me breaking in 5 ways. It made me think, if I should still want to go on in this relationship with that kind of person. Come to think of it, he used to tell me that I should TRUST him and what he says are all TRUE. That he is HONEST and REAL both online and in REAL LIFE! He tells me to <u><span style="color:#000000;">listen for an explanation</span></u> <span style="color:#000000;"><u>FIRST</u> </span><span style="color:#000000;"><u>before exploding.</u></span> 'Cuz he doesnt see any of those in me. <span style="color:#ff0000;">WHAT?!?</span> Well, well... look who was talking back then...Obviously, there was <strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;">no trust</span></strong> in the way he behaved and he ate everything he said 'cuz he doesn't even look at himself before he preach. Sigh! I ought to tell him this<span style="color:#660000;"><em>---"Andres Huerta, you should practice to yourself what you preach!"</em> </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;">If you love someone, even though you might be hurting it is still <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">BEST</span> that you <span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">LISTEN</span> and hear what one has to say. It's better that all sides are heard 'cuz somehow something<span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-size:180%;">IMPORTANT</span> </span>that you prolly missed out is bound to come up and clarify things. Just a small typo, shouldnt be the ruin of what you have built. Maybe it takes years to built and a minute to make it all crumble apart. However, if you have trust then the foundation will be solid. I hope what we are building together will be a solid foundation base not only on love for each other but on <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">TRUST</span></strong> </span>as well. I truly hope and pray to God, Nicotine^.</span></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">10:26pm</div><div align="justify">September 21, 2005</div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112731287426721114?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1150871637271754392006-06-22T05:28:00.002+08:002008-08-15T13:34:45.762+08:00Now the truth must be told.<br />Below are the list of the post that I have hidden in the draft box...<br /><br />1. You call this, TRUST?!?<br />2. How Do I Love Thee<br />3. Dementors<br />4. Broken Friendship<br />5. Engram Class 1A<br />6. My So Called FRIENDS<br />7. Realization<br />8. IF<br />9. Life's Important Lessons<br />10. Things I Learned<br />11. The Summer Is Over<br />12. #Forever&amp;Always<br />13. The 13th Chapter<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115087163727175439?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1151291509369147992006-06-16T16:37:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.035+08:00"Life is too short to live with regrets. So <strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">love </span></strong>the people who <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">treat you right</span></strong>, <span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"><strong>forget </strong></span>about the ones who don't, and believe that everything happens for a<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"><strong> reason</strong></span>. Know a good thing when you see it, and <strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">don't let it slip away</span></strong>. If you get a <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">chance,</span></strong> <span style="color:#33ffff;"><strong>take it</strong>.</span> If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said it would be easy, they just said it would be <span style="color:#ff6600;">worth your while...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Live your life to the fullest."--</strong></span> Anonymous<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115129150936914799?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1150360146144837722006-06-16T07:24:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:23.694+08:00<div align="justify">Its about time the secrets must be revealed! </div><div align="justify">The untold story be told!!!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">I have been blogging silently by keeping them in the draft box. They have been hidden in seclusions for many months now and for some reasons that I could not tell in the past. I have been mum for a long time. I was bound and chained over something that stopped me from blogging openly.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">However now that I have found my freedom, I finally came to this point that I should not keep those secrets anymore. The breaking of the dawn has come and the true secrets will be revealed.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify">Skeletons in the closet hidden no more!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115036014614483772?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1151240161721005732006-05-26T21:16:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:23.966+08:00A pinch of salt<br />add taste to life.<br />Pain is just a seasoning;<br />but as we smile,<br />dark turns to light,<br />our joy makes<br />life worth living.<br /><br /><br />-Draco Do<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115124016172100573?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1151315662324824922006-04-21T06:47:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.311+08:00<span style="font-size:180%;">Andres is coming here!!!!!!!!!</span> He told me online oh, gawd!!!!! <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>WOW!</strong></span> Ninenerbiyos tuloy ako, icks! ;D but at the same time I am over all <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="color:#00cccc;">E</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">x</span><span style="color:#cc6600;">C</span>i<span style="color:#006600;">T</span><span style="color:#6600cc;">e</span><span style="color:#990000;">D</span></strong></span> and <span style="color:#993300;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">suuuuppppeeeeeeeerrrrr</span></strong> </span>doooper <span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">HAPPY!!!!!!!!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115131566232482492?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1151404437350438342006-04-16T06:28:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:24.380+08:00<span style="color:#cc0000;">Live</span><span style="color:#33ccff;"> in</span> <span style="color:#990000;">the </span><span style="color:#009900;">present</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;"> moment</span> and <span style="color:#ffcc33;">find</span> <span style="color:#3333ff;">your</span><br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">interest</span><strong> </strong></em><br /><span style="color:#3366ff;">and</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">happiness</span> </span><br />in <span style="color:#00cccc;">the</span> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">things</span> of <span style="color:#996633;">today.</span> --- <span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;">I have found it in Nico!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-115140443735043834?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1143159945235262962006-03-25T00:20:00.001+08:002008-08-05T19:19:16.330+08:00Have you ever wondered which hurts the most?<br />Saying something and wishing you hadn't?<br />or saying nothing and wishing you had?<br />I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.<br />Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them.<br />If you do, they might break your heart<br />if you don't, you might break theirs<br /><br />Have you ever decided not to become a couple<br />because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person?<br />Your heart decides whom it likes and whom it doesn't.<br />You can't tell your heart what to do.<br />It does it on its own....when you least suspect it,<br />or even when you don't want it to.<br />Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had,<br />but that other person was too afraid to let you?<br />Too many of us stay walled up because we are too afraid to care too much...<br />for fear that the other person does not care as much, or even at all.<br /><br />Have you ever denied your feelings for someone<br /> because your fear of rejection was too hard to handle?<br />We tell lies when we are afraid...<br />afraid of what we don't know,<br /> afraid of what others will think,<br />afraid of what will be found out about us.<br />But every time we tell a lie,<br />the thing we fear grows stronger.<br />Life is all about risks and it requires you to jump.<br />Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what they would have done,<br /> or could have had.<br /><br />*What would you do if every time you fell in love you had to say good-bye?<br />*What would you do if every time you wanted someone they would never be there?<br />*What would you do if your best friend died tomorrow<br />and you never got to tell them how you felt?<br />*What would you do if you loved someone more than ever and you couldn't have them?<br />*What would you do if you never got the chance to say I am friends with all<br />and they know I love them?<br />*People live, people die.<br /><br />And I want to tell you that you are a friend.<br />If you died tomorrow, you would be in my heart!!!<br />Would I be in yours?<br />Do you care about me as much as I care about you?<br />You might be best friends one year,<br />pretty good friends the next year,<br />don't talk that often the next,<br />and don't want to talk at all the year after that.<br /><br />So, I just wanted to say,<br />even if I never talk to you again in my life,<br />you are special to me and you have made a difference in my life,<br />I look up to you,<br />respect you,<br />and truly cherish you.<br /><br />Remember, everyone needs a friend,<br />someday you might feel like you have NO FRIENDS at all,<br />just remember this and take comfort in knowing somebody out there cares about YOU!!!!<br />I care for real....<br />one day they’ll see,<br />how much <strong>you mean to me.</strong><br />One day they’ll know,<br />how much<strong> I love you so.</strong><br />One day we’ll shine,<br /> and I will shout that <strong>you are mine.</strong><br />One day we’ll b together<br /><em><strong>FOREVER &amp; for ALWAYS...</strong></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-114315994523526296?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1142061354694393302006-03-12T07:13:00.001+08:002008-08-05T19:13:36.832+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"><em>I have changed my blog addy and even the title for some reasons. First, I feel its time I should make some changes. Second, its because some factors hinders me from putting my thoughts and feelings openly, knowing that some people knows the link to my site. I feel I dont have the privancy to express myself without being judged or criticized. It makes me feel limited. Althought I know that having my blog open to the public for viewing is something I took as a risk. People would have viewed this blog because i made it public. If i wanted this to be free from the prying eyes of critics then I shouldn't be blogging in the first place especially not on internet. However, the fact I am blogging online being criticized or ridiculed by others is something that I cannot avoid because I made this blog known therefore anybody can view this. What I just don't want is some people who I do not want to read my blog because I do not want them to be in anyway part of my blogging should they read and make a comment. I simply dont want them to do anything with this or my life. I just want these people to lost track of this site so I can live my life and set this blog the way I want it to be. Third, this is my blog and I do what I want to do with it. I write what I want to write without the fear of being criticized or talked about by others. Maybe, if other people who view my blog talks about me, wont hurt at all because I don't even know them but people who I know and who talks and comment whether its posted or not is something that affects me and stop me from expressing what I want... Like in society, we people are often conscious of what others say, it bothers us, it hinders us and makes us hesistant until we finally lost the heart and abondone what we used to love doing. What was supposed to help us are now pulling us down. This shouldn't be the case with my blogging. As one of my chat friend told me before, "You blog and do things for yourself and not for others. Your happiness doesn't have to depend on anyone. You dont need to worry what others would say, to hell with them anyway.." Yeah, and to hell with you who reads this blog if you have the tendency to criticize and say unpleasant things then you know you are the one person I would want to erase in my world...</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-114206135469439330?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1140932957943554942006-02-23T05:47:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:23.213+08:00<span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I'd like to run away from you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>But if I were to leave you I would die</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I'd like to break the chains you put around me</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>And yet I'll never try</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>No matter what you do you drive me crazy</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I'd rather be alone</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>But then I know my life would be so empty</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>As soon as you were gone</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Impossible to live with you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>But I could never live without you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For whatever you do</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For whatever you do</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I never, never, never</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Want to be in love with anyone but you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me sad</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me strong</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me mad</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me long for you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me long for you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me live</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me die</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me laugh</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me cry for you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me cry for you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I hate you then I love you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Then I love you then I hate you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Then I love you more</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For whatever you do I never, never, never</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Want to be in love with anyone but you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You treat me wrong</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You treat me right</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You let me be</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me fight with you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I could never live without you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You make me high</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You bring me down</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You set me free</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>You hold me bound to you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I hate you then I love you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Then I love you then I hate you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Then I love you more</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I love you more</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For whatever you do</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>For whatever you do</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I never, never, never</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Want to be in love with anyone but you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I never, never, never</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I never, never, never</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>I never, never, never</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Want to be in love with anyone but you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>But you</em></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Album Version On:LET'S TALK ABOUT LOVE(Written By:T. Renis, M. De Falla, A. Testa, F. Testa, N. Newell)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-114093295794355494?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1139968624907618292006-02-16T01:54:00.001+08:002008-08-03T23:59:57.734+08:00I woke up today at around five o' clock in the morning and saw a star shining on my window. It's such a big bright star and I find it so odd to be shinning at this time and day. Usually I get to see such star only during December. I believe in the sign of the birth of Jesus Christ, a bright star shone up in the sky.However, its no longer December and yet I see this unusual star. I closed my eyes and made a wish.... I wished for something... and I hope it will come true. My wish is not hard, I wished for something I long wanted to have....something my heart longs for...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113996862490761829?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1138970971851288842006-02-04T12:49:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:22.874+08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">Ref:</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I can live</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can love</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can reach the heavens above</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can right what is wrong</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can sing just any song.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can dance,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can fly---</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">And touch the rainbow in the sky</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can be your good friend</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can love you,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">until the end.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">What took you so long</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to make me see</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">How lucky I am</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">'coz I am free</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Free to do the things </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I wanna do.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">What took you so long </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to make me feel</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can give love,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">a love so real.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">What took you so long </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to let me know....that</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Repeat Ref.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="font-size:85%;">What took you so long</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to make me cry,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">so I will know the reason why....</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm so lucky</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I can smile</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I didn't know</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">this for a while...</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113897097185128884?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1138969725904241712006-02-04T12:28:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:22.742+08:00<strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">The moment we shared together</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">have passed by.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">But the thought that you and I</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">have shared those moments always remain.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">The past is gone and you can say it's dead.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">But what that past has left me behind</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">is always in me---</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">The memory of the past will never die.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">It's like a plastic flower</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">that has no fragrance</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">but has beauty.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">It's like a plastic flower</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">that remains as is</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">and does not wither</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Yes, the reflection of the past will never fade.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">It's always here in me, unwithered.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">Real and everlasting....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">They will always live in the very corner</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;">of my heart.</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113896972590424171?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1138969185959880402006-02-04T12:19:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:22.677+08:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><span style="color:#336666;"><em>I do not blame you,</em><br /><em>for the moments that are gone</em><br /><em>for the rose that has faded</em><br /><em>for the day that is done.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I will not sight for the endearment words</em><br /><em>you once said.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For thought you've change</em><br /><em>you cannot withraw the lovely moments</em><br /><em>I have spent with you.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>The kindness you gave, you can't erase</em><br /><em>my heart will keep them</em><br /><em>with the image of your face.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>Against the cruel years</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>I will hold the gleaming rays</em><br /><em>of our past, to light the gloom</em><br /><em>of some future day.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em>For your love, however, transient</em><br /><em>has left with me the wonders</em><br /><em>of fulfillment preserved</em><br /><em>in memories...</em></span></strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113896918595988040?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1136238966071934762006-01-02T05:23:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:22.266+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/fire4-735753.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/fire4-735753.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/fire1-785652.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/fire1-785652.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/fire6-735174.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/fire6-735174.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/fire6-735174.jpg" width="320" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>JANUARY</strong></span>- A new start...CSB gave me my first teaching load...later the subject was cancelled due to only 7 enrollees...Bassplayer...my engagement was called off and my 5 years relationship ended...I'm SINGLE again!!!...no pain, no tears and no regrets.<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>FEBRUARY</strong></em></span>- Started my job hunting... Issues at SAID... went out to see my REAL world and met new people... rediscovering my 1st sign language-FSL!... Dad was diagnosed with a cysts.... a week later he was operated and the cyst was removed.... Thank God! .... Karl...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;"><strong>MARCH</strong></span>- Presented my first batch of Preschool graduates...my dream... #Chataholic...my 1st speaking engagement of the year... Nicole's 1st birthday...<br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>APRIL</strong></span>- Started my own summer reading programs....had three students- Ysai, Aro and Dax... 2/3 students were successful in my program... used the money to get my own place... Gave seminar in Rdg. @ SFK school... Dad's 74th birthday... REVENGE... look for a new place...<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff6666;"><strong>MAY</strong></span>- A beautiful life!...Started my job in CSB... signed another contract with SAID... became a part time teacher... Trisha's baptisimal... Karl...<br /><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"><strong>JUNE</strong></span>- Moved out from Dad's nest again... went back to the same old place... Xander... started my 2 jobs... had one full time tutee... enrolled in U.P.... started all over again... tough life... alone ... Father's Day... THE UNTOUCHABLE!<br /><br /><span style="color:#330099;"><strong>JULY</strong></span>- Became a regular chatter in mirc... Frederrick got in touch with me... strugglin'... internet connection... became an OP... #SpeakEasy...<br /><br /><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong><em>AUGUST</em></strong></span>- Andres and I became a couple... started bloggin<em>..."I feel so young again, even through I'm very old..."-<span style="font-size:85%;">(</span></em><span style="font-size:85%;">adapted from the music <strong>I Write the Song</strong> by Barry Manilow)</span>... LET Exam<br /><br /><span style="color:#cc6600;"><strong><em>SEPTEMBER</em></strong></span>- my birthday... Kuya Erwin's birthday... was rehired by CSB for the 2nd term... dropped my master subject in MA... a lover's quarrel... FATS!...<br /><br /><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>OCTOBER</strong></span>- #SpeakEasy... back to the NEST... Deaf Convention... my SPEECH... Leo and Tess... Three's Company... Nicotine's Poem- Every Morning... Forever and For Always... Love you FOREVER... Passed the Board Exam...<br /><br /><strong>NOVEMBER</strong>-Mom's birthday... wrote a tribute to my Mom... Me & Andres... started posting about Deafness...Temper!...Imagine...<br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;"><strong><em>DECEMBER</em></strong></span>- One year old... Broken Friendship... Finding Cathy... PINAKBET... Betrayal... Missing YOU... Xmas Party... Pls Don't Ask Me Why?... Silent Night... Enchanted Kingdom... ANDRES &amp; ME at 4 months and still going strong...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113623896607193476?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1135187997767058212005-12-21T13:55:00.002+08:002008-08-03T23:11:25.976+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/mathcalculations_002.1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px" height="97" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/mathcalculations_002.1.jpg" width="124" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>T</em></strong></span>oday is the final exam of my students in CSB. Their exam is something easy as a pie since, there will be only 2 essays and three outlines to make. The kids were elated at the news and so off they went while I made arrangements. However, during exam suddenly the multi-media projector went "kaput" and I had to call the managing supervisor (ahem!). There was nobody else in the lab other than me and the supervisor. I guess I was the last one to give final exams. In the exam I used Andres picture as a model for the essay in making descriptive paragraph. It was very funny and yet I was crying inside 'cuz I realize posting his picture wasn't fun at all. My students were criticizing my boyfriend!!!<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/UD_Finalswww9DSCF0013.0.jpg" width="276" border="0" /></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>A</strong></em></span>lthough, a lot of them said he is good looking, friendly, well dressed, nice and the life of the party. It was close to what he really is in REAL LIFE. One "particular" student said he is handsome but the youngest girl in my class said, "No, he is not! he is <em>ugly</em>!"(waaa!). Some of the students made comments about Andres eye brow which is obviously an attraction because it's so thick. Others commented about his forehead and another asked me if her sentence is correct saying my Andres is a "bald" man. I almost got angry at this student and I just wa<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/image008.gif"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" height="72" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/image008.gif" width="102" border="0" /></a>nted to give her an "F". Ohh my! I felt like I was in torture chamber during the exam (LOL!).</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Christmas%20Party%202.jpg"></a></strong></em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong></strong></em></span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>A</strong></em></span>nyway, the exam ended and we all started preparing for the party. I was with three students and off we went to the mall looking for a particular bakeshop. I was short of cash 'cuz payday is not until the 22nd of the month so I had to use my credit card. But we didn't have luck in finding the bakeshop we are looking for. So one student decided to shoulder our share for the food and I will pay her on my payday. The party started at 7pm and I asked a colleague to help with the games. The students had so much fun with the games and we had a nice feast. It was funny too during exchange gift. All of them got everything they wanted and it was all a wonderful and expensive present except for me (bwuhuhuhu!). The shirt didn't fit me but actually it wasn't what I asked but there was a mix up with our names. A student and I have the same first given name so the one who got my name thought it was her classmate. Blame it on "Rocky" they said. Anyway, it was fun and being all together was what counts the most! I gave the small shirt to another student 'cuz it fits her well! We were the only class who had a Christmas party that night and I am sure my students will always remember this!<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Christmas%20Party%202.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px" height="166" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/Christmas%20Party%202.0.jpg" width="299" border="0" /></a></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#009900;"></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113518799776705821?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1134813541935147622005-12-18T09:58:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:21.805+08:00"We all want to fall in love.<br />Why?<br />Because that experience makes us feel completely alive.<br />Where every sense is heightened,<br />every emotion is magnified,<br />our everyday reality is shattered<br />and we are flying into the heavens.<br />It may only last a moment,<br /> an hour, an afternoon.<br />But that doesn't diminish its value.<br />Because we are left with memories that we treasure<br />for the rest of our lives."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113481354193514762?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1132515108338447202005-11-20T19:31:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:21.163+08:00<div align="justify">We were on our American vacation that year. We went to a local grocery store to buy some necessary stuff before heading back to the hotel. Kickan, the kids aunt was with us in this trip and she sat Craig on the push cart and pulled the cart. Dad was still looking for a parking space so off we go. I looked at the list of what we needed and the little girl walking beside me keeps asking for the tissue aisle. She was telling me she needed to get a wet-ones facial tissue. I told her to wait for Daddy and that if she finds the aisle she can go and get some and to please take with her an extra 4 rolls of tissue in a pack. She smilled eager to do the little errand I tasked her. Within a few minutes we had almost filled our cart and I had to look for something from the list I think we passed on aisle 4 so I told them to wait while I go back. </div><div align="justify">When I came back, my hubby asked where is our daughter? I stared at him and we both looked at Kickan. And without a word started to look for her....</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">She walked around the grocery looking for the aisel where all kinds of toilet paper and tissue are stacked. She finally found it when she turned to her right at the end of a corner. Smiling she sat below the stack and took out a big bar of chocolate from her pocket and begun unwrapping it. A man with an old woman was standing with their cart near her. They were discussing something.... When she was done eating her mouth was full of chocolate smear, she needed a tissue badly but her hands was all greasy from the melted chocolate. She saw the man standing beside her reading a label from a product. She nudged his leg with her elbow and the man looked at her. She signed wiping her mouth and pointed at the wet-ones facial tissue. The man laughed and took the box, opened it and handed a piece to her. "Oh there you are young lady!" Another man approaching from behind them said. "Do you know that we've been looking for you? Now, what did your mother said about that chocolate?" The little girl just smiled and said, "Wait!" then she pointed to the stack of tissue with 4 rolls on it. Her father took the stack and told the man he will take the box of wet-ones facial tissue. "You have a lovely daughter and quite smart." The man said and introduced himself and shook hands with the little girl's father. "It's nice to meet you." "Sure, same here!" "Now, we better get goin' or her mother would be worried." The little girl's father bent over and took her in his arms. "Did you say thank you?" her father asked. The little girl grinned and shook her head before saying, "Thank you!" "Your welcome sweetie!" The man replied with a smile. "Okay, let's go!" her father said and they walked away from the man who watched them and saw the child's embroidered jacket. Her name was on it. He stared at it and the curly locks of the child. The child waved at him and he saw her face again.Then he remembered.... VanillaSkies.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">It was a relief when my hubby found our little girl. "Where have you been young lady?" I asked my daughter. But my little girl just smiled and showed me the opened box of wet-ones facial tissue. I raised my eyebrows and I knew she ate her chocolate. I tickled my daughter and felt my son's hands tugging my blouse. I looked at my son Craig. "Mommy!" my little boy cried. "Yes honey?" My son made a gesture with his hand for a little while until finally he got the sign he wanted to tell me. "Mommy, I love you!" I smiled at my son, amused and signed the same and said," I love you too Craig my baby boy!"</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">He looked at them...remembering... VanillaSkies.</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">....hmm..tu tut! it's just all a dream, heh! I just made up that story. that's fictious! until next post! ;D</div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113251510833844720?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1130998834553716382005-11-06T22:56:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:18.899+08:00<div align="justify">This is the second time I've been tagged by sngleguy and as usual this is over due. (LOL!)<br /><br />Here are the following questions:<br />1) Is it polite to stare? (Who the heck comes up with these questions anyway?)<br />2) What are your 7 favorite songs? (Oh yeah, a very intriguing question for someone who cannot hear, LOL!). </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Answers:</span></div><div align="justify">1. Depends. It's okay to stare as long you are not making the person uncomfortable. I stare at people when I'm dining out and that's very normal while you are waiting for your food, your bill or for the waiter to serve you. I also stare when I am sitting at the park. I stare at couples, family and kids. I stare at my young students when I'm angry or simply amused at their antics when they want to go out and they know perfectly well they cannot as it is time for class (evil grins!).</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">2. Since I am a deaf I had to categorize this last question which I also find intriguing, hahaha! I don't know if guy mean to ask OPM or the international songs so I had to make three categories as follows:</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>A. When I could still hear music and songs:</strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">1. <span style="color:#6600cc;">One Day in Your Life</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">(Michael Jackson)-</span> as a kid I was fascinated by his very high pitched voice and to think he is only a boy. I used to hear this song a lot over the radio and I like it very much!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">2. <span style="color:#6600cc;">Loving You</span> (I don't know who sang this eh!)- "winter summer and spring time too...Loooving you... La la la.... " these were some of the lines in the song and its very beautiful 'cuz it doesn't matter what the weather maybe or whether seasons fades away the person will still be loving you... I later found out when I was already in college in 1995 that the singer was a woman who died of throat cancer---no wonder she have a very powerful voice eh!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">3. <span style="color:#6600cc;">Good Morning Yesterday</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">(Paul Anka)</span>- I love this song and again, I used to hear this over the radio being played by radio stations every morning until in the afternoon. It's very beautiful too and I remember when Tina Revilla sang this together with Eddie Mercado in a special t.v. show. I was simply awed that Tina can actualy sing so well. She actually sound like the back up singer in Paul Anka's album.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">4. <span style="color:#6600cc;">Put Your Head On My Shoulder</span> <span style="color:#00cccc;">(Leif Garret)</span>- When I heard this song on television in channel 9 "Return Engagement" I quickly fell in love with it and what more Leif Garret was at that time the most sentational matinee idol in the US of A. So who won't fall for this?</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">5. <span style="color:#6600cc;">I Write the Song </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">(Barry Manilow)</span>- This was very popular among teens. I used to sing this even long after I lost my hearing. I was in college and a member of the Liturgical choir. I was a staff member, sorta their secretary. Everytime I start belting this all of them would follow suit hence, we would all end up singing it together.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">6. <span style="color:#6600cc;">Just the Way You Are </span><span style="color:#00cccc;">(Billy Joel)</span>- I like this song because it's kinda sentimental like the song in #5.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">7. <span style="color:#6600cc;">If I Ever I See You Again </span>(Heck, who sang this?)- I saw the video flick of this song and I find it touching yet funny cuz they added a twist of comedy over the sentimentality of the song. I remember watching and listening with my eldest brother and we both guffgawed when the guy was finally released from the rehab, it was his wife turn to go nuts!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>B. Original PINOY Music</strong></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">1. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Ngayon at Kailanman</span> (<span style="color:#3333ff;">Basil Valdez</span>)- this is already a classic song and it's very beautiful too. It's about love almost like the english version of Now and Forever but not really... xP</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">2. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Bato sa Buhangin</span> (<span style="color:#3333ff;">Cinderella</span>)- This was my very first favorite Pinoy song.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">3. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Hindi Ko Malimutan</span> (<span style="color:#3333ff;">BoyFriends</span>)- Baduy but maganda!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">4.<span style="color:#ff0000;">Pumapatak Na Naman Ang Ulan/Batam Bata Ka Pa </span>(<span style="color:#3333ff;">APO Hiking Society</span>)- I remember hearing the song "Pumapatak ang Ulan" and my grandmother was sitting beside me. She said, "A very timely song with moral lessons on what NOT to do during rainy days. " LOL!-she was referring to my brothers! "Batam Bata Ka Pa" on the other hand says a lot on how teenagers view the world.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">5. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Saringgola Ni Pepe </span>(<span style="color:#3333ff;">Celeste Legaspi</span>) - I like this song, it is actaully a protest song against the Marcos dictatorship.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">6. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Kung Ako Iiwan Mo/Panakip Butas</span> ( <span style="color:#3333ff;">Hadji Alejandro</span>)- I like this song during the time of Hadji Alejandro's singing career. I later heard him sing these in my godmother's wedding and I truly liked his voice and songs. Fits also for wedding, hehehe!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">7. <span style="color:#ff0000;">Memories/Miss Universe</span> (<span style="color:#3333ff;">Rico Jay Puno</span>)- ekkkkk!!!! LOL! He was the hearthrob of the 70's I heard and saw him sang those song and boy, he was great!!! </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><strong>C. In My Silent World</strong>:(<em>Now that I can no longer hear my disability did not hamper my likeness on music. I still find a way to like and enjoy songs by reading the lyrics. So here are my favorites)</em></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">1. <span style="color:#990000;">Thank You Love</span> (Song from a movie of the same title)- It's beautiful and timely in my present lovelife (gik gik gik!).</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">2. <span style="color:#990000;">Day by Day/ I Won't Last A Day Without You</span> <span style="color:#330099;">(Carpenters)-</span> This has been my favorite song eversince in college. My roomie and I used to sing this during rainy days especially when there is a typhoon, we would sing this at the top of our lungs--- LOL!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">3. <span style="color:#990000;">Gone Too Soon</span> <span style="color:#333399;"><span style="color:#000099;">(Michael Jackson)</span>-</span> My best friend, Aileen gave me a copy of this song during our emotional farewell after graduation in college. I like the lyrics very much!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">4. <span style="color:#990000;">Because You Loved Me</span> <span style="color:#000099;">(Celine Dion)-</span> I discovered this lyrics during our program in school. It's beautiful and sentimental, from within the heart.</div><div align="justify">5. <span style="color:#990000;">You Are My Song</span> <span style="color:#000099;">(Regine Velasquez)-</span> i love it, i love it!!!</div><div align="justify">6. <span style="color:#990000;">Forever and For Always</span> <span style="color:#000099;">(Shaina Twain)-</span> Soooo beautiful!!!!! I saw Andres listening to this song and I clicked to see the lyrics. Ohh WOW! terrific!<br />7. <span style="color:#993300;">Candles in the Wind/England Rose</span> <span style="color:#330099;">(Elton John)</span> - sad but I like this one too!</div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"> </div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">There! Now I'm gonna tag at least 3 people: Jim Paredes (YESSSS!!!!!)</div><div align="justify">Maryet (again? yes, again!)</div><div align="justify">Enlighten</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113099883455371638?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1130987432040462962005-11-04T03:09:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:18.834+08:00<div align="justify">I've been tagged again, arrrggg!!!! Now how am I suppose to write my blog entry about my hilarious aunt?!? geez! I guess I have to put that aside for today and do that taggy thingies that I owe guy. He is the one who tagged me and it's been long over due. I have been actually pondering about the first time he tagged me but I just couldnt find the time to copy the taglines and paste it. I had other things on my mind back then but of course, within my head lurks that tag thing!hehehe!<br />So lemme do the first time he tagged me. Hmmm... it must be somewhere in his blog, I just have to dig deeper... Here it is:<br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 Things I plan to do before I die:</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">1. Go on world tour in Europe and America- visit Spain (watch the good looking matadors kill bulls at the arena), Italy (see the leaning tower of Pizza), Transylvania in Romania (find out if there's any heir left by Dracula---there must be!!!), Sweden(meet Karl and explore the capital), England (watch Kipper play Ice Hockey live), Belgium (just drop by), Macedonna (meet the General TS), Germany (See if I can still get a piece of that "WALL"), Rome (find out if Nostradamus prophecy about the new Pope will come true), Holland (see the tulips farm which I missed during the autumn when I went there--aw, wrong timing!), Great Britain (see the Legendary King Arthur's birth place and Stone Henge), Portugal (just see whatever there is to see), Pakistan (meet Brat-boy), Norway (its near Sweden so why not?!), Poland (it's the country where women's lib. is very strong), Canada (meet my cousins), California (meet my godfather Whatanut and others from hometown channels including my brother and other relatives), and finally settle in MEXICO (do I need to elaborate on this? I guess NOT!-mwuahahaha!!!!).<br />2. Get married, have 2 kids, a persian pet cat and a dog.<br />3. Learn to drive a hybrid pick up down the freeways without getting caught for over speeding or for being a minor(LOL!).<br />4. Do three sports: scuba diving in the depths of the sea, parachuting on top of the highlands in Europe and finish my belt color in martial arts (I was a drop out!).<br />5. Have a grand reunions at a 5 star hotel with the entire clan of my family,mom's side and my classmates&amp; friends back in College.(I will tell them how much I love them all!--aww, waaaaa!!!)<br />6. Do something for a GOOD CAUSE!<br />7. GO CARPE DIEM so I can Die Another Day!!!!<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 Things I can do:</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">1. Smile even when I am actually truly boiling inside. Let people become paranoid from thinking if I am pleased or not. (I sure do love to see the baffled look on their face, it's AMUSING!)<br />2. Laugh at myself and at others' stupidness in any given situation be it tough times or painful trying times(Well, jeez! life is already too short to take things so seriously and be more miserable!).<br />3. Eat pastries, Vanilla classic ice cream, bacon, hotdogs, ham, chicken nuggets, sushi, dumplings and drink cold milk on a single day then go on a complete 1week diet.<br />4. Forgive anyone who crossed me (Especially when they're down and out-Amen.)<br />5. Cook for my entire family on Christmas and New Year!<br />6. Talk with my hands.<br />7. Teach deaf people from 2 years to old age (cool!).<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 Things I cannot do:</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">1. Drive a car without denting it.<br />2. Change a light bulb.<br />3. Play tennis, basketball and volleyball.<br />4. Stay away from junk foods and salty snacks.<br />5. Be dang serious!!!(Yeah, go ahead get MAD).<br />6. Pay attention at meetings.<br />7. Being less noisy!<br /><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 Things that attract me to another person:</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">1. Faith in God<br />2. Inner qualities (un positives ha!)<br />3. Sense of humor<br />4. Outer qualities: Eyes,Lips and Fangs<br />5. Neatness<br />6. Intelligence<br />7. Having a good command of English and Sign Language</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 Celebrity crushes:</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">1. Brad Pitt (Whatta guy and body!)<br />2.Freddie Mercury(He rocks!)<br />3.Dracula (the good looking ones ONLY!)<br />4. Keanu Reeves<br />5. Ben Affleck (too bad he is married!)<br />6. George Cloney(One of the sexiest man alive!)<br />7. Van Helsing (nyahahahaha!)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 Things I say the most:</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">1. Aw!<br />2. Oh Man!<br />3. Dang!<br />4. Geez!<br />5. JackAss!!!<br />6. Sheesh!!<br />7. Ew!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">7 bloggers I am tagging:</span><br /><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="color:#006600;">1. Maryet<br />2. Brat-Boy<br />3. Eric Davidson<br />4. Madster<br />5. Broken_Saint<br />6. Zh~*<br />7. Brittney<br /></span><br /></span>There! Whew!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113098743204046296?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1130625559117804332005-10-30T21:27:00.001+08:002009-01-22T19:43:44.734+08:00<div align="justify">It's been quite a while and I have not written any entry here in my blog cuz I was trying to catch up with my life. I missed a lot for three days you see... I stopped living for three days and it was hell. Missing work for three days is not a joke. My work just piled up one after another and I just don't have the heart to do anything. My mind had been going on point blank in the past few weeks when I started was missng out.</div><div align="justify">Why was I missing my life? you may ask....oh well, it will sound so silly for me now to say the reasons why. However, back then it means so much to me. My reasoning at that time was so reasonable and doesn't sound so silly at all. I have feelings and once again I have let this emotional stuff creep in me. I have let it get on the most part of my human self without even a mere thought of what this little voice is telling me at the back of my mind. We all know that the heart and mind sometimes don't get along pretty well. Each of them has their own way of taking over the human self. It's not easy to make them dwell together as one. Hardly does it happen when your mind and heart goes together. So, in those three days that I stopped living, it was all the emotional self I was... I got so angry and hurt over someone I thought was cheating on me. How can I even think such? When in fact we had a pretty nice time together before things went "kaput." Being online really sucks! Yesh, all of these happened because of a connection that sucks. Now I know what you are starting to think. I'm stupid, I know. I know, I know! I messed my life over the net. Messed three days of it. BUT! Understand, those feelings were real. They were within from a scorned heart. And to deal with such feelings, especially if you happen to be a woman with such temper like me--- ohh well!!! tu tut!</div><div align="justify">I had a convention for the next two weeks at that time, exam papers to make, narrative reports to revise, checklist for my class, a special report for one of my elementary class, papers to check and sort out in my class record for my college students plus I need to do consultation and my young tutee to attend too. To top them all I have to deal with my bad emotional self. It's like Im having one of those terrible PMS (LOL!). The thing I hate the most about those three days I was in hell was I couldn't get offline and I just couldn't function normally without seeing my laptop screen connected. I stayed awake most of the time too, talking to someone close to me online was such a comfort but not enough to ease my troubled self. I only got over when I was given the order from the top commanding officer (hehehe!). I was ordered off or else I am banned. Part of the training as a new OP in the channel is how "WE" describe it. I need a good spanking the General of the Army told me not once but several times. I am happy to say that's how our friendship begun. Although, after I got over those dreadful three days off, we didn't get to talk much but we know something between the two of us. That something...is just BEWTEEN US! (ahem!). Something personal we shared about ourselves to help me out. Sometimes you need somebody to talk to and ease away that dreary gloom within you. I needed to get back on my feet. "Generals and Majors" helped.</div><div align="justify">So, I had to plug off and start living. However, I didn't start until the next day but I did took the General's advice to go out and pick myself up. I had to deal things that I messed and I was called in the administrative office the first day I reported back to work. I wasn't surprised. I had anticipated this 'cuz I messed up by missing work. But hell I didn't care at that time and then, I DO SO after I got sober. I had to pick up a lot of pile and clean up. First the exam papers, class records, my lessons and tutee. I also need to fix my classroom and my students work I had to compile cuz its gonna be part of their portifolio by the end of the school year and I haven't done so much as recitation and practical test. These little ones needs more than that yet I knew experience is always the BEST teacher for them. They will remember if they had so much fun and I bet it will stay in them for the rest of their life... in college, I owe to see my other superior and consult with my papers for my presentation. It's not a joke that I have to make a presentation cuz that will be participated by a lot of people and it's a grand thing 'cuz it will be held in a hotel. What scares me is how I would deal questions afterwards. I wonder if I am good enough to answer their questions. I haven't done much and I just couldn't! I had all these ideas up on my mind. I just need to put them in power point prog. but maybe I still haven't got the hang to do so. I need timing until I was told I had to work with someone and get it all done. I did worked with that guy and I was the top commanding officer that night (pls read my blog entry: Hell Night). We finalize things and I went home late unescorted...</div><div align="justify">I was able to submit my class record and exam papers in my morning job, one day late. I talked to the school Principal regarding my absence and another superior regarding my morning class. I was given an ultimatum that should I fail to report for the third time, I will lost that class. I swore it will not happen again beside, the class has only one meeting left and they can be evaluated. The superior was rather pleased at this so I got away with it. Next, I gave my students reviews and compiled their work and gave more reviews. I went CARPE DIEM! While in my afternoon college job, I taught my students well and took my time cuz rushing wont work on these kids. I still have a lot of paper to check and record for them but the first thing was their midterm and reviews. I didn't missed a thing here cuz missing is not likely acceptable cuz I'm new in this job. I almost got late several times. Just almost but never late! I was always capable to show a two side of myself in here. I may be boiling inside myself yet I'm actually smiling on the outside. I just don't know sometimes how I would do with my class here cuz they are not as motivated as my first students. I am lenient but don't test my patience is what I told them during one of our meetings. I was kindda disappointed and frustrated at one point when such simple task was failed to be done....Oh! I'm not gonna talk so much about that issue here cuz I want to write that entry in another blog. My point here is a different issue. I just don't know whether I am making sense here though( grins).</div><div align="justify">Anyway, the big day came and the convention started(October 24). I was still in a mess when that day came cuz I was not able to give my time to my other tutee. I did my best though to inform the parents but there was no reply(don't blame me then!). The morning of the convention was great cuz my lecture wont start until the 2nd run which was the next day. I was supportive to Migs. It was fun and food was good. I met a lot of old people I knew back in my younger days as a little girl. This is a goverment gatherings of teachers mind you so you get to see a lot of old timers who are now big old timer! (hahaha!). What do I mean by that?!? I mean old teachers who were once just a mere teacher and are now in higher positions with the Department of Education---GOOD PAY! HIGHER STATUS QUO!</div><div align="justify">I was beautiful that day, I remember (vain!). However, before the end of the day I was told something I felt bad about. I was told I couldn't use the laptop and my team mate would have to work with someone else cuz after my lecture my superior's lecture would follow and the laptop was reserved for her use. She wanted to prepare her stuff while I go yacketing. Sheesh! Make my day! I'm on my own.... finally the day of my presentation came. I was late but my part won't be until 10:20am. I was clad in black and white had my pearl on for a touch of elegance(vain!). I had to double check my work last night and had to work almost late again with that guy. I was so tense. There was tension in the air and I notice how much the college had supported me. I mean supported? Financially I was given support but no moral support and I felt awfully bad at that. I had to sign my entire lecture and not give a damn at everyone listening and watching me. I was giving a lecture in a preliminary session. I focused on the person voicing over for me and there was my good friend Tess who was suppose to be my interpreter should I started to talk. But my voice failed me. I concentrated in talking with my hands....Finally my lecture was over and I saw their face...NO MORAL SUPPORT! I feel like I don't deserve my plaque and cash. I couldn't even smile at the camera and I wanted to cry. I did cry and the day was ruined! I was told to calm down I'll get over these. It's just my sole turn to be in hot spot cuz it's my leture day. I don't know how I will get over it. When I got home I told my bf about it... In a way I kinda felt better. My bf had other things on his mind and I sorta forgot my misery and he told me I don't have to face it but I need to deal with it. And I did! So, the next and last day at the convention seemed much better. Yep, I also found out the reason behind things that made me feel bad. It wasn't really for lack of moral support but they were all rather upset at some talks during the lectures. There were important issues my superiors wanted to address to the crowds but they were stopped. It was beyond their control cuz the goverment runs their own monopoly. We will have our silent way of running our own business.</div><div align="justify">Everything ended well and I feel so much better. I moved on... I still had two more days to work and get things to the end. There's still the exam for my subject, my tutee and a program in my morning job. I had to compute grades and have my students sign their consultation record in college and then I am done. I had to do another over time last Friday but this time I made sure I had someone to go home with me. I was safe! but I forgot to get my pay check (lol!). Semestrial break start after Saturday and still I didn't get my pay check. I don't need so much cash cuz I had enough in my wallet from the convention. There's no worries financially... But, I miss my boyfriend. His internet connection still sucks and I TRULY HATE IT!!!!!!! </div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-113062555911780433?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1129905914391409942005-10-19T22:44:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:18.503+08:00<div align="justify">I woke up this morning feeling all the love that I never seem to have ever felt before. It's such a wonderful feeling....of loving and being loved in return....It's so wonderful, knowing I have someone I love and who loves me back as much as I do.... Andres, I love you!<br />So whatever happened to your connection again?!? LOL!<br />Well, the last time my love and I had been talking together online was three nights ago. We've been having the night we will always remember :) Then suddenly he went kaput! That scared the shit out of me! I went KABOOM! Wrote an email screaming my anger and four letter word disappointment then went to the channel where we usually meet. I cried on a friend online and said goodbye. Next, I deleted my blogs and sulked in a room and cried my heart out. In short, it was a post KATRINA disaster!!! Geez! I missed work and its my third day! I went back to the channel and called a dear friend and poured my heart but of course, I still kept some private details---AHEM! I got a series of lecture and I was told I needed a good spanking. Aw! yeah, I do! "GO CARPE DEIM!!! " he said. But I only started my day yesterday and those things happened Sunday night. I truly had to leave my pc and shut all my messengers. I needed to catch up on the life I have neglected for a few days. I wasn't beeing in my usual self lately. I truly BLEW! Been sick bad! And...I just couldn't help missing my love...I think of him constantly and I felt this deep sadness the moment I left my pc and didn't logged in even I knew he was online. I tried sleep and drain all the sadness in my deepest slumber but maybe I was truly born a light sleeper cuz I woke up feeling disturbed. I knew he was looking and waiting for me...So after I got home last night, I went online under the powerful invisibility mode. That did the trick and presto! I saw him logged in ;D hehehehe! We met in another channel server and he had no idea I changed my nick so he was surprised to find out who I am under an assumed new nick. We talked and what a relief he wasnt so angry but he was more understanding this time....more calmer and gentler, hmmm...?!?! unbelievable! or has he turned into the person I used to be and me into the terrible person he is?!? (evil grins!). Are we both picking up each other's personality? HAHAHAHA! funny, what love can do ;D<br />He went kaput again but I wasnt worried or angry. I just let it be knowing so much now he will be back and that he loves me as much as I do and he WON'T cheat! Sounds like i'm gaining some TRUST now eh! ;D<br />Andres <br />I love yah FOREVER!!!<br />Be SAFE<br />and</div><div align="justify">GO CARPE DIEM!!!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112990591439140994?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1129430714958042422005-10-16T01:44:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:18.281+08:00( Shania Twain Lyrics for the song Forever And For Always ...I downloaded the MP3 song <a onclick="window.open('http://www.hit-country-music-lyrics.com/cgi-bin/counter.pl?url=http%3A%2F%2Fhop.clickbank.net%2F%3F1236659%2Fwilliam26&referrer=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hit-country-music-lyrics.com%2Fshania-twain-lyrics-forever.html'); return false;" href="http://hop.clickbank.net/?1236659/william26" target="_blank">here</a>.)<br /><br />In your arms I can still feel the way you<br />want me when you hold me<br />I can still hear the words you whispered<br />when you told me<br />I can stay right here forever in your arms<br /><br /><br />And there ain't no way<br />I'm lettin' you go now<br />And there ain't no way<br />and there ain't not how<br />I'll never see that day...<br /><br /><br />Chorus:<br />'Cause I'm keeping you<br />forever and for always<br />We will be together all of our day<br />Wanna wake up every<br />morning to your sweet face always<br /><br /><br />Mmmm, baby<br />In your heart I can still hear<br />a beat for every time you kiss me<br />And when we're apart,<br />I know how much you miss me<br />I can feel your love for me in your heart<br /><br /><br />And there ain't no way<br />I'm lettin' you go now<br />And there ain't now way<br />and there ain't no how<br />I'll never see that day...<br /><br /><br />Repeat Chorus<br /><br />(I wanna wake up every morning)<br /><br />In your eyes (I can still see<br />the look of the one) I can still see<br />the look of the one who really loves me<br />(I can still feel the way that you want)<br />The one who wouldn't put anything<br />else in the world above me<br />(I can still see love for me) I can<br />still see love for me in your eyes<br />(I still see the love)<br /><br /><br />And there ain't no way<br />I'm lettin' you go now<br />And there ain't no way<br />and there ain't no how<br />I'll never see that day...<br /><br />Repeat Chorus (2x)<br /><br /><br />I'm keeping you forever and for always<br />I'm in your arms....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112943071495804242?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1129905761777293122005-10-15T22:41:00.001+08:002008-08-03T21:38:35.035+08:00nicotine_ (12:01:12 AM): for me your a rose petal<br />nicotine_ (12:01:49 AM): listen to me...<br />nicotine_ (12:01:58 AM): every morning<br />nicotine_ (12:02:10 AM): between my arms i find you<br />nicotine_ (12:02:12 AM): every morning<br />nicotine_ (12:02:29 AM): i feel ur skin that i caress and i cant hide that i want to awake in you<br />nicotine_ (12:02:39 AM): every morning<br />nicotine_ (12:02:55 AM): between a sheet and the other...there is a miracle that breathes on my side<br />nicotine_ (12:03:04 AM): and it makes me so happy that you own my love<br />nicotine_huerta (12:03:17 AM): and like that im lost in you...<br />nicotine_ (12:03:20 AM): the light of our love<br />nicotine_ (12:03:34 AM): the song that we make when we make love<br />nicotine_ (12:03:48 AM): every morning<br />nicotine_ (12:04:05 AM): ill teach myself to love you like this is our first time<br />nicotine_ (12:04:19 AM): and i will never forget the beautiful thing that is to love you<br />nicotine_ (12:04:42 AM): every morning...until we die<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112990576177729312?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1129332533014526492005-10-15T21:40:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:18.219+08:00<em>Let me count the ways…I love thee…because you are:<br /><br /></em><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">J</span></strong>olly<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">O</span></strong>utgoing<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">S</span></strong>erious<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>E</strong></span>nthusiastic<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">A</span></strong>dorable<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">N</span></strong>ice<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>D</strong></span>esirable<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">R</span></strong>ealistic<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>E</strong></span>nergetic<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">S</span></strong>ensitive<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">H</span></strong>umble<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>U</strong></span>nique<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>E</strong></span>legant<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">R</span></strong>omantic<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>T</strong></span>alented<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">A</span></strong>dmirable<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">V</span></strong>alorous<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">A</span></strong>rtistic<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">L</span></strong>oveable<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">T</span></strong>errific<br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">I</span></strong>dealistic<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>E</strong></span>arthbound<br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>R</strong></span>edundantly Royale! </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br /></span></span><br /><em>But most of all, I love you because you are YOU!<br />and you make me happy.<br />You light my world and bring laughter.<br />You made me feel what is it like to love so real,<br />You made me cry and feel the way I do....<br />I love you FOREVER because... you made me feel LOVED!</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112933253301452649?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1128060229486625512005-10-01T05:03:00.003+08:002010-01-22T15:31:52.066+08:00<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/smooth%5B1%5D1.jpg" width="328" border="0" /> <br />href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/happer[1]1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="184" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/happer%5B1%5D1.jpg" width="120" border="0" <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/yo%20en%20gorro.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/yo%20en%20gorro.jpg" width="164" border="0" /></a> <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/jan[1]3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" height="207" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/jan%5B1%5D3.jpg" width="89" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/dylan1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="175" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/dylan1.jpg" width="127" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/sparkey[1]2.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/sparkey%5B1%5D2.jpg" width="99" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/sparkey[1]2.jpg"></a> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><p> <br /></p><p><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Jenna%20-%2025.jpg"></a></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/pic33.jpg"></a></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Friends for all seasons</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">thats <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/xmas98[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/xmas98%5B1%5D.jpg" width="104" border="0" /></a>what we are</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/rudy_2[1]3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/rudy_2%5B1%5D3.jpg" width="102" border="0" /></a>Sharing yesterday's lost </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">and <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/brian1[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/brian1%5B1%5D.jpg" width="78" border="0" /></a>tomorrow's gain</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Together we built,</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/0426_183451X1.jpg"></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/chey21[1].jpg"></a> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">friendship that's true!</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/dymples[1]4.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/dymples%5B1%5D4.jpg" width="18" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">In the eyes of God </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">and in the eyes of man.</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/puric[1]1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 58px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/puric%5B1%5D1.jpg" width="38" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">We sailed together life's road edges,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">We</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Nicotine1.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">crossed mountains and climbed down the hills.</span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Yet here we are, together still</span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Our lives bonded <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/mom[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 68px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/mom%5B1%5D.jpg" width="68" border="0" /></a>together </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">in friendship gear</span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">All of us will never forget</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/ultra[2].jpg"></a> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">All the <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/felnezve[1]1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/felnezve%5B1%5D1.jpg" width="124" border="0" /></a>good things we shared and kept</span> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">For all of us are friends for all <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Sans%20titre%201[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" height="164" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/Sans%20titre%201%5B1%5D.jpg" width="130" border="0" /></a>seasons</span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/ultra[2]1.jpg"></a> <br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">Rain or shine we'll never decline.</span> <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/dylan.jpg"></a> <br /> <br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">*For Twi, <strong>SINS, </strong>Guy, Mom, Nico, Jhen, Dymps, Fall, Heureka, Darkyboo(Dylan),<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/dymples[1]1.jpg"></a></span></em> <br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Aesu</span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">, </span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Paul, Seba, Maryet, PistNorty, Ultra, Brat, </span></em> <br /><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">TooSmooth, </span></em><em><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;">Flammen, </span></em><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Boss, RedDrgn, Rasheed, Puric313,</span></em></span> <br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">}{apper,Sparky,J'lo,</span></em><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Chey & Brit of <span style="color:#ff0000;">#SpeakEasy</span></span></em></span> <a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/felnezve[1].jpg"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/0426_183451X3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/0426_183451X3.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a></div> <br /><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/ultra[2]1.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/ultra%5B2%5D1.jpg" width="100" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/chey21[1]3.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/chey21%5B1%5D3.jpg" width="108" border="0" /></a><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/maryet[1].jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/maryet%5B1%5D.jpg" width="89" border="0" /></a> <br /><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/200/Me.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112806022948662551?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1126996050862084322005-09-18T21:25:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:16.623+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Orb2.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 485px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/Orb2.jpg" width="396" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify">Have you ever been enlightened? I've been and believe me it was a quick enlightenment but not so much as a blink of an eye.</div><div align="justify">I was chatting happily with my bf online yesterday. We were so happy, truly. Seeing each other again online has made our hearts fonder. It was the most happiest moment of our life but then suddenly kaboom! all seems to have fallen apart merely by a question:" I wanna know if she is no longer there in your heart." When I asked that question the respond I got was so overwhelming: "She is. And She will always be." WOW! Aint that like a BOMB? Let me go on. So he said, "But you are a part of my heart as well." Well, it ought to bring back the smile on my lips. However, is love have to be divided? Won't anybody like me gets hurt and be overcome by feelings? I was so stunned right there when I read what he said. For a moment there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I was viewing him on cam and he seems to take it lightly at heart. He was even singing. I just stared right there not knowing what the f*** I would do or say. All I could sense was the numbing pain and shock that were both creeping between my chest. He is saying....</div><div align="justify">He then typed,"I love you in so many ways." My respond was," I think you need some more time." KABOOM! another bomb eh!</div><div align="justify">Well, I tried explaining my heart out. Seriously, I don't mean things like I wanted to end everything between us right there but what I was trying to say was I want him to get over her. I want to be loved where I don't have to share his heart with somebody else. That's painful and I believe quite unfair. My ex and I have been 5 years together and we almost got married like him but my ex doesnt reside in my heart anymore when I opened my heart for this new one. Won't this be considered unfair for my part? It sounded like he has not overcome his past. And how I wish he resolved that issue within himself before he opened his heart for me because I find it hard to accept. Would any one who will read this stand up or at least raise an arm if you would not mind being in that position? Being loved when deep within there's another person residing inside his heart.... I know I am a loving person and I truly am and I can either be very soft or hard sometimes. I love this person and I try to understand, I know what is it like to love someone and lost that someone. Or to have someone tell you he/she don't love you anymore... I know too, nobody can stop anyone from feeling what they feel or for keeping what they wish to keep inside their hearts. He is right about that. Because I realize, I also keep some people inside me. And these people like his ex still resides in me. Like my BEST FRIEND Karl. However, my bf takes a much bigger part of the space I have. Whatever space those others have in me are small compared to what I have carefully preserved for him. Anybody you love, you always want to SAVE the BEST FOR LAST! So, he is right to keep her in his heart, hmm?!?</div><div align="justify">Let me give it another thought. I hate to be taken for granted. It's also one of my biggest fear. And of course nobody would want to love someone and later be dumped when one realizes that the old feelings is still the same. It will never work for the new one. It will hurt! I am not ashamed to say that to him and he was ohh well....I find it so harsh...."WHAT ARE YOU SAYING????????????????" i am saying what i feel right now. i want you to be sure you have forgotten about her, that you have healed of that. it will be hard you know... "I will not forget her EVER...but that doesnt mean i stop feeling things...understand this--- she is a part of me and my ex is still a part of me and you are a part of me. That will never change. I dont need more crap on my life. Im so pissed right now."</div><div align="justify">I didn't read much of that, anybody, will anybody who is over come by the shock.... He asked me to re-read the logs and I did. I took a good look at this. I feel every pain of this part but then, I realize even him had so much of a hard time struggling out of that. And whatever he wish to keep are just all memories and nothing more. Memories like how I keep memories and like what Karl told me. You keep memories of those people not because they still hold your life like in those times. But they are something to keep, something that has helped you stand where you are now and be the person you are today. Right? :)</div><div align="justify">I don't mean to end or whatever in the way it may have come across differently for him. What I am trying to do is help but I guess my help is not needed or maybe this whole part is just too blown out of propotion to be understood. Or is it just the way I express myself with foreigners?</div><div align="justify">I thought I express myself better in writings but I suck!<br />He got it all wrong maybe or I got it all wrong.... Karl said, "I think it's okay. Nothing wrong. It's normal." I stared at him. Now how could such a thing messed up like that be normal and okay? Sometimes we fail to see ourselves when we are overcome by grief or intense feeling and our past comes surging and we become defensive or protecttive of ourselves. Afraid to get hurt! That silent fear within us is always lurking in the dark.... always ready to spring out in every spun of the moment. In anger and hurt we do the unthinkable and use words to hurt those we love....I'm tired keeping hold of this four letter word. I could never have a life I want if this will always be lurking..." Everything looks alright. You both FREAK out because of the stupidiest things. You love him and he loves you. He got hurt (probably both of you) and he needs some time to calm down. Everything looks normal." </div><div align="justify">N-O-R-M-A-L. As I keep re-reading the logs I finally came to the end, not out of love but another realization how much he has proven himself TRUE. I felt no longer insecure, its alright if he keeps her in there because that will never change. But I reside in his heart... truly and before parting he even said "I love you."</div><div align="justify">It's like assuring me... I 'd like to focus on TRUST. I hope we can both work on this and to Karl... Once more again, you have proven the word RESPECT!</div><div align="justify">I love you and thank you for always being there no matter what! Thank you for your GIFT of FRIENDSHIP and to "YOU" Thank you for loving me and showing me the way!</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112699605086208432?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1126925785297215352005-09-08T13:44:00.001+08:002008-06-19T19:28:33.268+08:00<div align="justify"><br />I have written stuff with a capital D twice and this is my third D and it stands for Disappointment. How disappointed and hurt I was when I heard from a friend that the person I have been longing to hear news from wrote to her instead. I was truly hurt and I am not ashamed to say that I cried. I truly did and I still am crying while typing this. I want to pour out my feelings cuz I am truly HURT dam nit!<br /><br />You see, I have this so called online relationship. We were at the starting point like girl meets boy and boy meets girl eh! The thing was running smooth until his connection sucked. Now I was on the other end wondering what the heck! I waited for a while thinking he will be back. However, he didn’t and what was surprising was no message or explanation why he disappeared. Well, maybe it just crashed. So I waited for the next day, thinking he’ll probably show up again… What we had was a wonderful beginning. Funny too I might say and it’s one of the most touching moment that ever happened in my life! How can I forget seeing him cry on the web cam just for finding out how I feel for him? It was so real! I opened my door that I was supposed to lock. It’s not easy to place my TRUST but I gave it right there, anyway. I waited for another day and decide to send him an email and I suppose like anybody else would do. However my mail bounced back. I tried again and it bounced back. I tried again and again in between days and it keep bouncing. I tried his other email account, I think it got through but there was no reply after a few days so, I tried again thinking I probably miss typed the email addy. To my dismay, my mail bounced. Now what the hell? His inbox was full that means it did exist. So, I waited for a few more days again. Those days of waiting were horrible I tell you. I don’t want to come back in the channel cuz it makes me feel awfully bad cuz he wasn’t there. I keep wondering what happened but there was no answer.<br /><br />So, let me ask… DO you believe that in a loving relationship people will not get in touch with you that long? I should not have put up any expectations. You are right there! However, I believe it was a reasonable thing to have some expectation about it because, my expectation isn’t that high and I truly believe its reasonable to expect to hear something from someone you love whom you haven’t seen or heard for weeks. Well, in my case it’s been two weeks. Disappeared without trace! Not knowing what ever happened. I was left hanging in the air. Connections online can sucks! Quite a lot! I know that. And anybody who has been online for ages would say the same thing. BUT… if you truly care for someone, you will find a way. Find a way to somehow, get in touch. Well, this person did get in touch. Oh yeah, right. He got in touch with someone else instead of me. What am I? You might ask. Do I have to explain what I am? I feel I am of less importance! As if I didn’t matter at all. So, let me think about what was discussed last time. Are they real? At this present time of cyber age you can see computers almost everywhere around the cities and towns of the world. Business establishment never run out of computers unless you are stuck with a traditional company that sucks like how your computer connection can suck the life out of hell of you!<br />BS!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112692578529721535?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1125182328855166442005-08-28T19:26:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:15.867+08:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">I was still in college when I had my three relationships. All of long standing and all with the wrong person. I can acurately say that it was three wrong people I had been with because otherwise, those three relationships won't fail had they been the right person for me. The first one lasted for a year. Although, we were hardly together because he was a seminarian. I broke up with him for the sake of having him continue his apostolate mission. I was going against God and I am messing with his life. I wanted us to have a sense of direction and we will not have it unless one of us makes a decision. My bf could not make his choice between me and priesthood. He wanted to take his time but time was running out. So, I made the choice and left. It was not only because I have to make a choice and get a sense of direction but also because of an experience that I could not get over with. I was humilated and rejected in front of family and friends when he introduced me to his mom...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">However, in my relationship with him, I learned so many things and I rediscovered God. He had opened my heart to the Lord. He may not know it, cuz during the time we were together it was like putting the good and evil in one room. There were rules for me to follow and they are strict rules such as, I cannot go out wearing shorts. That time, wearing shorts and sleeveless blouse were the craze in the fashion world and I was young! So what can you expect? We would quarrel over the way I dress up. Eating out was another situation between us. I sometimes do not finish my food or drinks when we dine in fast food ( my favorite at that time was A&W) and he would scold and give me a lecture about how many people are starving and dying of malnutrition particularly the one's from Africa. Each time he would mention the word Africa the more I couldn't finish because it makes me lost my apetite. So, he would try to eat whatever food I couldn't finish or sometimes we would give it to those begging in the street for alms. It was also from him that I learned how to wear the Scapular necklace, the meaning of retreat and confessions before taking communions. I used to act like I don't care nor do I take his word seriously and he would get pissed off. However, after we parted ways I found myself doing just everything he tried to teach me. I became a different person, I became strong and full of faith in God Almighty. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">My second relationship lasted 11 months and it was stormy. We were on and off. My bf is also a deaf like me. We've known each other when we were in highschool and how ironic that inspite that we talk in the same language(sign language) we still could not get along well. This relationship was the most painful for me because I have set my heart in it believing that we would get along well since we are both deaf and therefore communication isn't a barrier including cultures. And I thought he was serious! Because he started talking about getting married and he met all my family, relatives and friends. I also met his. He would attend our family functions and gatherings (and I would get invited along with his, although, I never attend any of them because of work and school). He talks to my relatives as if he had known them for a long time. I was happy seeing how much he could dwell and associates with my relatives inspite he could not speak and hear, but he was good making gestural communication and facial expressions. My aunts cousins, nieces and nephews including my sister-in-law were all fond of him and liked him for me except of course, my brothers! My Dad never said a word he was happy enough to see that I am happy with this guy. Huh? ohh! was I truly happy?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">Often times, I cry when I'm alone with him. He can be very insensitive and often he hurts my feelings. I tried to understand him because deaf are different from hearing people. The most painful part he had ever done was fooling me. I've been used! He wasn't truly in love with me but just wanted to get closer to my friend whom he have feelings for a long time. He was using me to gain people's trust and respect. He was also using me to get his business going. I have helped him sold books, deaf electronic gadgets or devices and ttys... In our world, nobody wanted or trusted him. He was an outcast even to his own family. He is known to be notorious and a spoiled playboy. He has courted and dated many deaf friends and each of them were left crying. I know all about it but, I did not listen nor believed because, I believed him. I gave him the chance because all of them happened when he was younger and I believe that he has grown up and matured.... "Once an evil, is always an evil!" If you watch Charmed you might know this saying. He was in a way like COLE in that television series except that Cole truly loved Phoebe. My deaf bf did not love me as much as I did. He was what my sister-in-law described as "a selfish spineless creature with no feelings!" I don't deserve him.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">There were other things that made me cry and hurt. I lost some of my deaf best friends in the process of defending him in several situations he got himself messed. I hurted my family in the process too, for choosing to be with him and love him more than anyone. I also lost my sense of directions and I only thought of the whole world about him. I was told, it wasn't wrong to love. My sister-in-law knows how much I loved him and how much I am willing to put up just to make this work and that my only mistake is I loved someone who doesnt love me just the same.... This is the biggest blundder I ever made in my life! After the break up I was left alone. I could not face people. I could not bear looking at anyone directly in the eyes because I don't want to see the look of pity. Some of my deaf friends remained with me althought not for long.I turned down every invitation to a gathering, parties or birthdays whenever I knew he would be there. I developed a fear and paranoia. It was hard for me. I lost my self, my faith and my confidence plunged to the bottom. For a time I stopped praying except if meal times. I could have asked God to give us another chance like He always did every time we would break up. How many times did we break up? More than 5 times! And each time we did I would pray so hard. But after the biggest fight we had, I didn't asked or prayed anymore for a miraculous reconcillation. I was tired and drained! For a long time I lost touch with the Lord then, one day I just started to seek Jesus because I wanted to live again.... and I love my family, I cannot put them down like that again!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">Moving on wasn't so easy. I had phobias and traumas after my break up. It took me 3 years or so to recover from that experience. I do not trust anyone and I always ask everyone to prove themselves. Even my own brothers! The break up had also affected my studies so much, I almost got into trouble with my scholarship because I almost flunked one subject and I wasn't doing good with my job either. I lost a lot of weight and became so thin. Sometimes during meal times with my family, I couldnt eat because of one particular viand that reminds me of him, it was his favorite. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">Then, in December 1998 I started chatting in mirc. I met several nice people and I keep in touch with them through emails. There were 12 of them and all were men!(blushes and grins!). I sent them all an e-cards but I never chatted with them again after that except Eric. Eric is Xander, he kept on chatting and sending emails to me and I did the same. We became good friends and started sharing so many things about life, our country and cultures. We also shared our heartaches, families, dreams and disappointments. One thing that we couldn't get along is religion. Xander is a dutch and a non-believer. It took him 2 years before he could get a picture from me and two more years before I started trusting him completely. We became officially on after he came here. But I was so insecure and afraid he might be seeing someone else behind my back especially, because he lives far away and Europeans are MORE liberal than the Americans. Xander came here in the Philippines in 2000 after three years of friendship online. The following year I flew to Holland to meet his family and friends. He introduced me to his culture. It was a shocking culture yet interesting. I came in Holland during the Autumn exactly the same day of my birthday. When I met his family, his mother kissed me on the cheek and asked how I am. I only smiled and she waited for me to reply. Xander, explained that I am deaf and his mom said "Ohh!" she smiled and excused herself. It didnt hurt me, I expected she will react the same way others had done but then she came back with a pen and paper and showed me what she wrote: "How are you?" She smiled and wrote again after I told her "I'm fine. She wrote:"It's nice to meet you." I started to smile and she spoke then wrote again: "Where are you from?" Xander answered for me but she hushed him (LOL!). She thought I am Chinese. My meeting his mom, brother and friends has opened my eyes and my fear of rejection disappeared. Because for them there is no racial discrimination and everyone are equal! Everyone have rights! children were educated, respected and treated equally as adults. I saw how different my life was back home then. My trip to Europe changed me a lot! The way I view things and life now is so different from how I look at it 5 years ago. I have become more assertive in a good sense. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;">Xander and I lasted for 5 years together. He even proposed to my father and asked for my hand in marriage . However, he wasnt ready financially. My dad refused and talked to him why. My father would have given us his blessing had we been financially prepared. I do love Xander and I know he loves me too as much as I do. However, one thing that I do not agree with him and had caused me our relationshp was pre-marital sex. In his culture, virginity is not a big deal but losing your virginity is a big deal! Every time we meet his friends and talk to them they would ask if we already have kids or if we had a good sex last night. For them talking about this or asking things like that are very casual talks. I always watched Xander gets embrassed every time we are asked these questions. Even the doctor we consulted in Holland could not believe that we had never gone all the way... It is sad to lost him after 5 years of being together yet, how surprising I did not even cry when we ended our relationship. I did not feel any remorse nor did I wallow in self pity. I just moved on and started my career as a professor in college. I now have two jobs and I continue taking my master studies. The break up did not affected me that much like it did when I was younger. We started here in mirc and it is just right to end it here too.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333333;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#333333;">Moving on was easier this time. I seldom feel sorry for the lost and I hardly think I wasted 5 years being with him. It was a good time too in so many ways because it has helped me so much to grow, become stronger and wiser. I can look back without regrets! We are just not meant to be like the others who had come and gone... Today, I have another new online bf. Hmm... don't tell me or ask if I haven't learned enough, LOL! But its a part of my moving on and I am not closing my door again, loving is taking risks! I am willing to gamble again and take a chance! My new online bf and I are just starting and he disappeared right away! ;D and gee! I started acting like a 17 years old for two days. I missed him terribly as if I can't last a day without him! But I did! :D I 'm happy to say even we havent done or said much since we started being together I learned many things right away. Like, distance can be a test! a test to see how strong you are, how durable you can be and whether you can withstand obstacles enough t be worthy of the one you love. Loving is being strong! You move on when you don't hear from him, simply because he has a life of his own and a business other than a life and business in mirc. :) and you don't waste your time waiting for him to pop up on your window screen. Loving is being true and accepting reality. He may not be online for a long time and I won't probably know when he will decide to come back or maybe never even come back. But, it's still all worthwhile having him even for just a brief moment and/or not having him anymore/at the moment. Whatever will be our fate, whatever is unknown, all I know is, it won't matter nor hurt that much because I am ready. I am and I can move forward. I am in control of myself! I know what I must do. Deep within me he exist and where ever he might be, God bless him for touching me and awakening my human sense. I have finally cried and felt what its like to love again, love for so real! Yet, controlled! Emotionally, mentally, physically and spiritually, I have become so much stronger. For "YOU", thank you. I'm moving on and <u>I love you!</u></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112518232885516644?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1125099565690082442005-08-28T13:26:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:15.691+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Nicotine.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 645px" height="314" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/Nicotine.jpg" width="216" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>Like A Comet<br />Blazing 'Cross The Evening Sky<br />Gone Too Soon<br /><br />Like A Rainbow<br />Fading In The Twinkling Of An Eye<br />Gone Too Soon<br /><br />Shiny And Sparkly </em></span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em>And Splendidly Bright<br />Here One Day<br />Gone One Night<br /><br />Like The Loss Of Sunlight<br />On A Cloudy Afternoon<br />Gone Too Soon<br /><br />Like A Castle</em></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000000;"><em>Built Upon A Sandy Beach<br />Gone Too Soon<br /><br />Like A Perfect Flower<br />That Is Just Beyond Your Reach<br />Gone Too Soon<br /><br />Born To Amuse, To Inspire, To Delight<br />Here One Day<br />Gone One Night<br /><br />Like A Sunset<br />Dying With The Rising Of The Moon<br />Gone Too Soon<br /><br />Gone Too Soon!</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112509956569008244?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1125101172317654892005-08-27T14:00:00.000+08:002006-10-16T12:41:15.749+08:00<em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Day after day I must face a world of strangers</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Where I don't belong, I'm not that strong</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's nice to know that there's someone</span> I can turn to</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Who will always care</span>, you're always there </span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>When there's no getting over that rainbow</em><br /><em>When my smallest of dreams won't come true</em><br /><em>I can take all the madness the world has to give</em><br /><em>But I won't last a day without you</em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>So many times when the city seems to be without a friendly face</em><br /><em>A lonely place</em><br /></span><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">It's nice to know that</span> you'll be there if I need you</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">And </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">you'll always smile, it's all worthwhile </span></em><br /><em></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>When there's no getting over that rainbow</em><br /><em>When my smallest of dreams won't come true</em><br /><em>I can take all the madness the world has to give</em><br /><em>But I won't last a day without you </em><br /><em></em><br /></span><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Touch me and I end up singing</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Troubles seem to up and disappear</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>You touch me with the love you're bringing</em><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><em>I can't really lose when you're near </em><br /><em></em></span><br /></span><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">If all my friends have forgotten half their promises</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">They're not unkind, just hard to find</span></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">One look at you and I know</span> that I could learn to live</span></em><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Without the rest, <strong>I found the best! </strong></em><br /><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></em></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>When there's no getting over that rainbow</em><br /><em>When my smallest of dreams won't come true</em><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>I can take all the madness the world has to give</em><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>But I won't last a day without you </em><br /><em></em><br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>When there's no getting over that rainbow</em><br /><em>When my smallest of dreams won't come true</em><br /><em>I can take all the madness the world has to give</em><br /></span><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">But </span><span style="color:#ff0000;">I won't last a day without you.</span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112510117231765489?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15572131.post-1124811152923612212005-08-24T14:41:00.002+08:002008-06-19T18:44:04.031+08:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/1600/Zwaan%20Stuttgrart-211.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" height="362" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1455/1446/320/Zwaan%20Stuttgrart-211.jpg" width="200" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>Thank you for your smile</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>that brightens my day</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>for the tender look</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>when you gazed at me</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>with eyes that warm my heart.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>For the music of your laughter, </em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>words that makes my heart beat faster.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>And for the fire that you have set</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>ablaze within me.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>With your love you have awakened</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>my old heart from its slumber.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>I feel young again!</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>It's all because of you.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>Thanks for choosing me from all the rest</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>though I'm far from being the best.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>Most of all I want to thank you</em></span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em>for loving me...</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">-Adapted from the music of the same title</span></em><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em></em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"><em></em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15572131-112481115292361221?l=vanillaskiesheaven.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Skiesnoreply@blogger.com2