<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:27:39.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EntEr My ZaiZAi KiNgDom</title><subtitle type='html'>"Love is a commitment of the heart that will stand the test of wavering emotions, intellectual rationalizing, circumstantial allure, hormonal infatuation, and even the wounds of your lover. Anything less is not true love. Love is a verb" -HayDee</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-114965827206337362</id><published>2006-06-06T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:31:12.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sori to.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;June 7, 2006, 1:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                    &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;OMG sobrang nguguilty na ko kasi hindi ko masyadong nauupdate itong blog ko..dami kasing ginagawa or should i say sinasadya kong maging busy para hindi maalala yung mga bagay na sad sa buhay ko lalo na nung May last year..... miss na miss ko na si Mark..shit di ko na alam talaga kung anong gagawin ko...gustong -gusto ko syang makausap pro hindi ko alam kung pano... ngayon lang nangyari sa akin ang ganito..its been a year pro lugmok pa rin ako sa knya... para makalimutan sya kung saan saang place ako pumupunta.. oo kahit unti nalilimutan ko sya pro when nights comes balik na naman ang lahat sa dati....pagod na ko oo..pro sya lang talaga eh..  i want to hear his voice one again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-114965827206337362?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/114965827206337362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=114965827206337362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114965827206337362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114965827206337362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/06/sori-to.html' title='sori to.......'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-114794660476876598</id><published>2006-05-18T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T03:03:24.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kay Sarap Ma-In Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;May 18, 2006 6:00PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; So true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ang sarap ng in-love.   Sa unang beses niyo mag-date tapos naramdaman niyo ang sinasabi nilang "spark" nako, magkaharap pa kayo naiisip mo na ang bukas Para matawagan mo na siya at maayang makipag-date ulit, pero sa susunod kayong dalawa na lang.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka mapakali pag wala siya sa tabi mo o hindi mo siya nakakausap sa isang araw, sigurado at sigurado tatawagan mo siya sa iskul, sa bahay at pag wala doon maglo-load ka sa cellphone mo at uubusuin ang 300 na prepaid sa loob ng isang tawag na wala naman ibang laman kundi bungisngis, kamustahan at kwuento tungkol sa lahat ng sama ng loob mo sa mga ex mo.&lt;br /&gt;At ang goodbye sa telepono ay hindi matapos-tapos, hindi niyo malaman kung sino ang unang magbababa at umaasa kang me "Take care" sa huli. May text pa yan sa umaga para masabi mo sa kanya na masaya ka na nakapag-usap kayo.   Minsang gumimik kayo at upbeat ang sounds, hala! sayaw ka kahit parehong kaliwa nag mga paa mo, pero gusto niyang sumayaw kaya sige sasayaw ka na rin. Kahit ilang mule, arctic at sub-zero ang orderin niya wala kang pakialam, mas mabuti nga kse nga puede mo na siyang akbayan at i-hug pag medio lasing na siya, pag hindi siya pumalag nako! Score! para kang nasa langit.   Malamang, matapos mo siyang ma-hug eh ayaw mo nang maligo at lagi mong naaalala ang scent ng pabango niya na me halong amoy alcohol na pero para sa yo mabango pa din siya.   At siempre tuwing matapos kayong gumimik eh ayaw mo pa rin matapos ang gabi kaya hihirit ka pa ng coffee, kahit isandaan ang isang baso, "So what?!?" kamo, pera lang yan ang importante kasama mo siya.   Masaya ka rin pag na-traffic kayo kse makakapagkuentuhan pa kayo pauwi.&lt;br /&gt;Matiyaga mong inaral ang pagda-drive ng manual gamit lang ang isang kamay kse yun isa hawak yun kamay niya o nakadantay sa hita niya habang nagmamaneho ka.&lt;br /&gt;Araw-araw magmamakaawa ka na ihatid mo siya at kung puede ka rin niyang ihatid pauwi.  Pag me free time ka eh nasa bookstore ka para nagtingin ng mga puedeng ibigay na greeting cards.   Nakalimutan mo na ang barkada mo, para sa yo malaking abala lang sila sa napakagandang lovelife mo kesehodang magtampo pa sila sa yo.&lt;br /&gt;At kung aalis man kayo nde ka magkasya sa pagte-text lang sa lab mo, kelangan mong pumunta sa banyo para lang magkarinigan kayo pag tinawagan mo siya at sabihin na nde ka nag-eenjoy at mas gusto mo na siya ang kasama.   Pagdating ng weekend, alas dies pa lang ng umaga nasa kanila ka na at me dalang suhol na breakfast para sa nanay niyang nakasimangot dahil natutulog pa ang anak niya eh andun ka na.&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ng gabi kahit antok na antok na siya eh ayaw mo pa ring umuwi, hinihintay mong makatulog siya sa mga bisig mo para makanakaw ka ulit ng kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip mo rin kung kelan ka kaya niya ipapakilala sa friends niya?   Nung kayo na, lahat ng monthsary ice-celebrate niyo, me kasama pang surprise na regalo at date. At nde miminsan mong nabanggit na gusto mo na siyang pakasalan at wala nang ibang babae sa puso at wala ka nang makikita na katulad niya.   AFTER ONE YEAR...   Mahal ang gimik sa bar, mas maganda kung kakain na lang kayo sa Jollibee at manonood ng sine.   Wag na kayo magkape, masyadong mahal with matching comment na "Leche, me ginto ba yan?"   Mas gusto mo nang kasama barkada mo dahil "minsan" lang kayo magkita sa isang linggo.   Pagkahatid mo sa kanya, nagmamadali kang umuwi sa gabi dahil pagod ka na sa trabaho. Pumapasok at umuuwi na siya mag-isa dahil nde mo siya masusundo dahil puyat ka.   Syet! wag ka niyang pipiliting sumayaw at nakakahiya.&lt;br /&gt;Anong tawag? Sa load mong 300, mauubos yun at 1 beses mo lang tinext (against 245 na text niya sa yo) at 3 minutes mo siyang natawagan. Naubos ang load mo kakatawag sa mga barkada mo at kaka forward ng joke sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;Pag weekend mas gusto mong manood na lang  ng TV o matulog. Pupunta ka lang pag tumawag na siya at nagmamakaawang dalawin mo  naman siya at me suhol na ipinagluto ka niya.   Kahit automatic na kotse mo nde mo pa rin makuhang hawakan ang kamay niya habang namamaneho ka.&lt;br /&gt;Magastos ang mga monthsary, kung anniversary niyo nga eh wala kang regalo, monthsary pa?!?&lt;br /&gt;Mag-uusap kayo? Baket me problema ba? Kung wala, isang oras kang manonood ng TV habang siya eh nakatutulog na kahihintay na kausapin mo siya.   Miss na niyang ini-email mo siya,sagot mo? "jusko naman araw-araw na tayong nag-uusap ano pa ba naman ang sasabihin ko sa yo? Baka gusto mo pa ng card?!?"&lt;br /&gt;Pag aayain ka niya para gumimik with her friends ang sagot mo? "Utang na loob, kung gusto mong lumabas kasama friends mo ikaw na lang mag-isa at naiilang ako."   Pero pag lalabas kayo with your friends umiinit ulo mo pag tahimik siya pag nagjo-joke sila tungkol sa inyo ng ex mo sabay tanong "Nde ka ba nag-eenjoy? Buiset, umuwi na nga lang tayo!" At tungkol naman sa kasal..."Jusko naman, nde mo ba ako maintindihan?!? Wala pa akong pera saka nde ko maiisip yan ngayon! Sana wag ka namang makulit."   Sa lahat ng ito, ngingiti na lang siya, iisipin lahat ng ginagawa mo noong nanliligaw ka pa  malamang umaasa pa yun na babalik yun dati sabay buntung-hininga at sabi ng malakas...   "Kay sarap ng in-love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-114794660476876598?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/114794660476876598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=114794660476876598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114794660476876598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114794660476876598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/05/kay-sarap-ma-in-love.html' title='Kay Sarap Ma-In Love'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-114734021788174839</id><published>2006-05-11T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T02:36:57.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AGREE KABA DITO????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;May 11, 2006 5:30PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;AnG PaGmaMahaL duMadaTinG sa TaManG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; oRas At TamaNg paGkaKataOn..MinsaN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SiniSiSi Pa NatiN anG saRiLi NaTin KuNg BaKiT NgaYon Mo LaNg &gt; &gt; NaLamaNg MahaL Mo Sya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;KunG aLam Mo LaNg...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;NgaYon Mo LanG Yon NaLaMan Kasi EtO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;YunG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TiNataWag Na "TAMANG PANAHON"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SoMe ThiNk Of LoVe As a PasT TimE..FLinG At TrIp LaNg..YunG MaHaL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nya NgayOn..BuKas HiNdi Na...BoYfriENd Nya NgaYon Pero TaNggaP Nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Na IsaNg aRaw TaTawaGin Nya din Yung "EX"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; MataGal Nga,,inaAboT pa Ng taOn pErO ILaNg taoN??1? 2? 3? Tapos PaG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;nagKakaSawaAn na NagAAyaWaN Na At MaY iBa NamaN Na NagTataGal LanG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ng TaoN daHiL naNghihiNayaNg sa PinagsamaHan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;BaTa Pa MasYado aNg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;ganoNg magmahaL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MaY iBa NaMaN Na MasYadOng SeryoSo At SenSiTiBo Pag DatIng Sa baGay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Na yAn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;YuNg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TipO Ng TaoNg haNdaNg iRisK AnG laHat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MagBigaY.. MagParaYa.. PaRaLaNg DoN sa TaoNg maHaL Nya.. MerOn PaNg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Iba DyaN Na PiniPigiLaN YunG naRaRaNdaMaN Nya KasI HigH ScHoOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PaLaNg O Di Kaya TeEnAgER PaLaNg, GuSto Nya KasIng MaGiNg siLa NuNg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; taOng Yon Sa paNahoNg seryosoHan Na..YunG SiGuraDo Na Sya Na Yung &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TaoNg Yon Nga ang GuSto NyanG makaSama PaNghaBanG BuhaY..KumBaga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"TAMANG PANAHON"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; ThErE's This QuOTaTioN SaYinG:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"i dont care how many lips u'vE kisd....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; i dont care how many women u've embraced i dont care how many ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;heard u say u love dem....ol i care is d future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;not to be u'r FIRST but to be u'r LAST"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MaSaRap MagmaHaL nG TaOng MahAL ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; Din..YunG feELiNg Nyo SouLmaTe Kayo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; KAYA KUNG PARA SAYO TALAGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;SIYA..ILANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TAON MAN KAYO DI MAGKITA.. ILANG TAO MAN ANG MAHALIN NIYA.. GAANO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; MAN SIYA KALAYO O MARMI MANG HADLANG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;MAGKIKITA PA RIN KAYO KUNG TALAGANG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;PARA KAYO SA ISA'T ISA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; pAg-iBiG???....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;HinDi HinahaNap Yan..Kusa yAnG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;duMaRaTinG sa "TAMANG PANAHON"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-114734021788174839?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/114734021788174839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=114734021788174839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114734021788174839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114734021788174839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/05/agree-kaba-dito.html' title='AGREE KABA DITO????'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-114144460178654015</id><published>2006-03-03T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:56:41.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I  have feelings of love for the guy I see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Does he love me too, what does he think of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish I could tell him he makes me whole, but I'm afraid to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;what's deep in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I don't want to lose him, for I would be alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and some days I just can't wait to hear his voice on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;He does certain things to make me feel loved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;some days he wants to be alone and my heart is shoved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want to feel as though I am his safeguard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;the one he can come to when things get hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will always be there to help him along,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;and before we met I wasn't as strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish I could tell him what I feel inside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;but I'm afraid of what he'll say, how he'll act on the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-114144460178654015?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/114144460178654015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=114144460178654015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114144460178654015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114144460178654015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/03/feelings-of-love.html' title='Feelings of love'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-114144408718931913</id><published>2006-03-03T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:48:07.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish, I Hope, I Dream, I Pray, I Want, I need....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am lost in the middle of the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have no place to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have no one who cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is only me, and I am all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have no one to tell my secrets too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No one to call late at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have no one to go crying to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No one to turn to when things are not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Trusting people is so hard these days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I can never tell a keeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want to find some one, who is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who will look a little deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wish for someone,Who will kiss away my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone to keep my head on straight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone to help me conquer my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I hope for someone,Whose heart is pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who will listen to my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who for everything will be my cure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dream for someone,Who will have an answer for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who will always be respectful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who will do for me, anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I pray for someone,Who is willing to take a risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who will try new things with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who in the rain, will want to kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want someone,Who will follow their dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who will never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who one day, will completely succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And I need someone,Who will care for me unconditionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who see beyond the eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Someone who will love me, for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-114144408718931913?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/114144408718931913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=114144408718931913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114144408718931913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/114144408718931913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-wish-i-hope-i-dream-i-pray-i-want-i.html' title='I Wish, I Hope, I Dream, I Pray, I Want, I need....'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113930422832630060</id><published>2006-02-07T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T01:23:48.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MiSsiNg Mark Zhou Much!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosh been so busy this past weeks... but i have a spare time now. daming nangyari this past days, sa work, sa buhay ko, sa family ko at sa mga friends ko.. pro enjoy parin kahit pano.. hays valentines na pro hinde ko parin nakakausap si Mark, musta na kaya sya...sana nababasa nya to para malaman nyang andito patin sya sa puso kahit anong mangyari...sana kahita sandali lang makausap ko sya..and say hi at how are you? khit un lang masaya na ko don......WISh talaga!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113930422832630060?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113930422832630060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113930422832630060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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bwahahhah...sa wakas tpos ko ng gawin ang isa kong report, 11 down 1 to go...weeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Sakit na ng likod ko at mata pro ok lang... maaga pa kasi kaya hinde pa ko makauwi....hayss alala ko tuloy aso kong si lei...damn (he was killed last december 31) that's why sobrang badtrip ako nung New Year...sorry lei kung hinde man lang kita napagtanggol...im so so sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Next time na magkaroon ako ng doggie promise wala ng makakagalaw kahit sino..mga mokong kayo deads kayo sakin kapag ginalaw nyo pa...aweeeeee..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Nweiz sarap ng usapan nmin ni rio kaninang breaktime saka nung meryenda break..geeezzz friend hinde nman tayo mukhang hopeless db...hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Kita kits na lang ulit sa saturday....mas maraming classmates natin ang pupunta for sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113688461345828088?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113688461345828088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113688461345828088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113688461345828088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113688461345828088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/01/11-down-1-to-go.html' title='11 down 1 to go'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113679607664305050</id><published>2006-01-09T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T00:41:16.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NY reso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haysss blog time ulit...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as I promise last time dito ko lang sasabihin ang aking New Year's Resolution...aweeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Pagbubutihin ko lalo ang aking work..hehhehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. Ill always smile na(pro lagi nman akong nakasmile ah, sabi kasi ni jeffrey hinde daw) kaya smile na ko ngayon..hehhehe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3.  Ill try to be more patient lalo na kapag nag-aantay ako sa mga friends ko..weeee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4.  Ill move on na as in move on..leave my oldself behind..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5.  Fate will bring me to my one true love..waahhhh (akala ko ba singleblessedness na ko,,ah basta darating din yon)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. Magpapapayat na ko at lagi kong iinumin ang aking medicine para humaba pa buhay ko..amp...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. Mamahali ko si zaizai for life...(baluga ko tlg) at saka si  J.L kahit hinde nya lam at masyado syang busy ngayon..bwahahaah...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. Ill take care of my family as long as I can...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9.I promise to be a good daughter na....nahinde pasaway at makulit...para hinde mahighblood si mom at dad... and lastly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10.. Ill be a good servant of God and to my SFC family..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113679607664305050?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113679607664305050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113679607664305050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113679607664305050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113679607664305050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/01/ny-reso.html' title='NY reso'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113636339861480356</id><published>2006-01-04T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T00:29:58.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dec. 23-31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;gosh i was so late in updating my blog sobrang busy kasi sa work na kahit during christmas day nagtatrabaho ako.....grabe naging immortal ako for a week... at parang di k nmanlayan na natapos na pala ang 2005... napakaraming bagay ang nangyari last year...maraming lessons akong natutunan mga bagay na panghabambuhay kong ichecherish....maraming masasayang gimmiks ang barkada...at marami ring trials na napagdaanan ako at ang family ko but we surpassed all of these because of God's presence...Were very thankful to Him for always guiding us in every seconds of ourlives and for using my mom in inspiring us to be a good person tho sometimes we commit mistakes that actually hurt other people... Im very thankful to mom for not giving up on us eh ang kukulit kaya naming magkakapatid plus idagdag mo pa si papa na sobrang topakin( sakanya nga namin cguro namana ang pagiging matigas ang mga ulo) .Masaya ang nagdaang taon for me coz I got to spend time with my friends my family and myself...I got to enjoy the joy of being inlove and hurt broken but its a good memory for me...Thanks for my friends for always listening especially to my bestfriend spy..dude thanks a lot...So much blessings that I got, in  my work and personal thing....Sana maging masaya rin ang 2006 for me..geeezz sabi sa chinese horoscope lucky daw ngayon ako at sana totoo nga..hehehehehh!!! next time lagay ko nman ang aking new year's resolution..got to go home na kasi..aweeee!!!chow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113636339861480356?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113636339861480356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113636339861480356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113636339861480356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113636339861480356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2006/01/dec-23-31.html' title='dec. 23-31'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113515803563165591</id><published>2005-12-21T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T18:09:47.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>having a hard time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas time thats why here and there you can see that people are so busy buying presents for their loveones..Aside from being busy from work and school people are also busy preparing christmas presentation for their Christmas party..And I'm not exempted for that, (gosh I can practise again my dancing ability here, 2003 was the last time I danced,and it's also a Christmas presentation for our SFC-EB5 Chapter.) Now my groupmates are my officemates......At first I don't want to join in this presentation coz I thought that I will have a hard time choreographing our steps but I'm wrong coz my groupmates are not hard to teach...We finished the whole choreo in just 2 hours.. And now it's time for me to go home....Tomorrow will be our Christmas party and I do hope we won...hahahha...Wish everything will run smoothly....Night!!mwuahhh!!Love you all!! &lt;strong&gt;ZAIZAI....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113515803563165591?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113515803563165591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113515803563165591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113515803563165591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113515803563165591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/12/having-hard-time.html' title='having a hard time'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113506772311536151</id><published>2005-12-19T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T00:35:23.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was lucky this time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          I had a get together last saturday with my zhou siZZies at Robinson's Place Manila, after work I hurriedly went there....get together with nanay cora is a monthly event for us but this time its a special event coz its our first time to celebrate christmas together with zaizai's mommy( joke)...tho were only eight we still managed to be happy after all its zaizai whose our main man there...We eat first then our long long chatting bout what else our beloved zaizai...Then we had our exchange gifts...It was so funny that me and Chin got each othere's gift(we only change our gifts)...Then Nanay's raffle came, she raffled some zaizai's stuff which got us so excited..She raffled minor items first, were I got the zaizai fan...then the last one is the MAJOR PRIZE( the MARS DVD-China Version), all of us are praying to have it except Chin and Mia coz Nanay Cora already gave them a copy...Nanay let Mia pick a name from the plastic.....yes Im excited bout it but I know I cant get it coz I'm not lucky in raffle draws  but much as I expected Mia got my name and damn I dont know how to react coz that mars dvd is one of my dream gifts this Christmas.. thank God that I got it and thankz also to Nanay Cora...But before that, I told everyone that whoever gets the DVD pls raffle the zaizai painting poster which is included in the DVD, ( I dont know that I will be the one to have it) so I then raffled it, to follow what I said. Guys I really had a nice time last saturday..xiexie....Joan now calls me as the Grand Prize Winner.!!!!hahhah!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113506772311536151?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113506772311536151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113506772311536151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113506772311536151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113506772311536151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-lucky-this-time.html' title='I was lucky this time'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113506504841606995</id><published>2005-12-19T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:50:48.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF GIMIK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;       If last weekends I was so unlucky..hey this time my destiny or my so called "bwenas" made it's way... I got to spend time with my friends again and this time X-band joined us not just bestfriend Spy but also three of his friends...actually they are my friends too but we have our own group which is MTC...Anyways our gimik started in waiting for my always late friends...hahahah im not gonna name names coz they might kill me.(joking)... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;        Dalts came there first then followed by best and I. Coz we know that they will be late so we ate first in KFC then after 45 minutes, Joan, Philip,Eric and Mark and Tine( Mark's new friend) came. We chatted while eating  and at the same time "asaran" to the max... Philip started making "parinig" to Mark that the last time he so him, he was with another gal...hahah we all bursted laughing coz while doing it his also making faces...Damn Philip his always like that, he didn't change,his like that since elementary..He makes us all looks so funny...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         Then after 30minutes Rio still not there we decided to called her up..she told us that shes on her way( she's late coz she practiced their dance for their x-mas presentation) after that we headed to Riverbanks to wait for Richelle...Mark requested that we ate again, we ate in a fastfood chain that offers all king of sea foods.While eating we all felt like were in a beach...then we all started reminiscing our highschool days again....After eating we decided to go to a bar just to hear a band playing...nice stories and topics are disccused...And the night ends well and a promise of "GIMIK ULIT NEXT TIME"....I love my friends alot.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113506504841606995?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113506504841606995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113506504841606995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113506504841606995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113506504841606995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/12/tgif-gimik.html' title='TGIF GIMIK'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113455281251056268</id><published>2005-12-14T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T23:22:20.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaLaS TaLAGa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;               Last Friday until monday I was in bed coz I'm sick (nothing has changed,what's new,I'm used to it by the way), I was having this deadly attack( nah! its a joke), just have an influenza.... but I hate it when I have it..eeeewwww!!!! I got bored in the house...what I did the whole weekend was to watch my cartoon collection DVD....(and my mom scolded me for that...hehehehe).... I missed the eF4 gathering last saturday, I forgot to watch the Wade Robson Project, being held at home like a freaking child...damn when will this sickness be gone.. I really hate this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;              Then last Tuesday I drag myself at work coz I need to past my report by Thursday, then after work I hurriedly went home so I can rest, but an accident happened to  me, a man suddenly bumped me and dude it made me lying in the wet ground....ground soil  covers my back...eeewwww and what really made me scream was the pain that I felt in my shoulder, thigh and foot. It was like a lighting strike me that I can't move. The man stood me up and apologized. I dont want to argue with him anymore or asked him why isn't he looking in his way. I went home crying then mom and dad saw me and asked what happened, Dad was so worried that he thought that I was hit by a vehicle (my parent really loves me so mush,lolz) We went to a doctor to have a check up the doctor said that Im ok. He gave me a pain reliever but I can still feel the pain..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;               Its been 3 days since that inccident happened but it still aches and I have a large bruise on my shoulder and thigh at least only bruises not a broken bone hahahh!!! But I still cant moved that much protecting my shoulder. God what a jinx I was.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113455281251056268?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113455281251056268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113455281251056268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113455281251056268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113455281251056268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/12/malas-talaga.html' title='MaLaS TaLAGa!!!!'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113410384613039965</id><published>2005-12-08T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:50:46.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loneliness Kills Me...Just a joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;         &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time flies so fast, it's December already but I can't feel that Christmas is coming......I  should be happy because for the longest time that  we didn't have my Dad with us during Christmas now his here spending this precious time of the year with us.... Yeah I am happy in a way maybe but this loneliness kills me really....my friends told me that I'm a jolly person but some of them don't know that I'm supressing this "freak" feelings inside me...Only my best friend Spy know what trouble inside that I have....Woooohhhh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;          For the past 22 years of my life I've been asking for the right man to come....Actually at first I told myself that I should not look for it that I should let destiny take its place.... but I felt "kawawa" when seeing lovers who are so sweet. Damn I can't take seeing couples..iiiwwww....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now I'm decided to be  a woman who will wait for the right timing to come but if its still doesn't work hey I will be what I called "singleblessedness" gurl..hahaah!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;         &lt;strong&gt;I still miss him...oh noh!!! But  I know his happy now!!! Goodluck to myself..geeezzzz!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JIA YOU JIA YOU JIA YOU DEE!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113410384613039965?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113410384613039965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113410384613039965&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113410384613039965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113410384613039965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/12/loneliness-kills-mejust-joke.html' title='Loneliness Kills Me...Just a joke'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113410287157837101</id><published>2005-12-08T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T20:34:31.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ULaN......Para Sayo MV2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagi nalang umu-ulan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parang walang katapusan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulad ng paghihirap ko ngayon&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parang walang humpay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa kabila ng lahat ng aking pagsisikap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na limutin ka ay di parin magawa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi naman ako tanga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alam ko na wala kana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero mahirap lang na tanggapin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di na kita kapiling&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iniwan mo ako nag-iisa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sa gitna ng dilim at basing-basa pa sa ulan&lt;br /&gt;Pero huwag mag-alala dina kita gagambalain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alam ko naman ngayon may kapiling ka nang-iba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanging hiling ko sa’yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na tuwing umu-ulan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maalala mo sanang may&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nagmamahal sa’yo. Ako…..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113410287157837101?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113410287157837101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113351132408324627</id><published>2005-12-01T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:15:24.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I StiLl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Who are you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are you still the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or did you change somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What do you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At this very moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I think of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And when I'm looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How we were young and stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No matter how I fight it, can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just can't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still care about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though everything's been said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still feel you like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm right beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But still no word from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now look at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Instead of moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I refuse to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I keep coming back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yeah, I'm stuck in a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That wasn't meant to last (to last)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've tried to fight it, can't deny it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You don't even know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still need youI still care about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though everything's been said and done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I still feel you like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm right beside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But still no word from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No, no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I wish I could find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just like you found me, then I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Would never let you go(need you, care about you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Though everything's been said and done, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;yeahI still feel you (I still feel you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Like I'm right beside you (like I'm right here beside you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But still no word from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113351132408324627?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113351132408324627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113351132408324627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113351132408324627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113351132408324627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-still.html' title='I StiLl'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113334608776157705</id><published>2005-11-30T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:06:07.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3459/1562/1600/squallrinoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3459/1562/320/squallrinoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's raining outside.But being inside this muffled, air condition building only allows me to see the raindrops thru the window pane, but not actually hear them as they plummet to the ground, or feel the tingling breeze of the wind, or even get shocked with every thunder and lighting. It deters me from reminiscing those childhood memories when rain means simple, undefined fun. It numbs me from getting that emotional thing i used to feel when this weather covers the city. I'm missing that life, when everything that comes around, goes around. No worries, no hesitations, no remorse, no insecurity, nothing that will get me down for a day or two. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gee, I'm starting to sound like a miserable person, I'm not. So what else am I fretting about? I dunno, nothing actually. I guess I just value everything that comes my way now, including those in the past. Now it's clearer--every blessing, every endeavor, whether succeeded or not, every path crossed, every emotion, every person encountered, everything--well noted and listed in a mental journal. That's why anything that reminds me of those entries in such journal triggers a warm feeling inside. A feeling that makes me wanna hug somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I stare at my empty plate from my officemates' bday celebration, I start to wander how much of these blessings I'd still be enjoying for the next ten years? I plan to spend those and the succeeding ones with my loveones by the way. My Lord has always placed me in the best situations of everything. He and His perfect plans for me has been my strength when patience is the test. I only understood failures and tears when I look back, not during those exact times. Gosh, how would i regret if I got what I wanted when I asked for them. Good thing the Lord said NO. So, whatever wall I'm leaning to now, I do recognize that it's temporary, the ultimate dependence should be with the Lord's. Thus, I shouldn't worry at all... and just be grateful for what I have now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My thanks you’s to God! Glory to Him and His consistent love for me.. Mwah mwah!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113334608776157705?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113334608776157705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113334608776157705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113334608776157705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113334608776157705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks!!!'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113282549284576503</id><published>2005-11-24T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:05:54.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6th month's now but still can't forget........(sigh)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/markshadow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/markshadow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;          Last night after I pray there's this certain feeling that I wanted to cry, I don't know why or what's happening with me or is this another attack of my so called "emotional imbalance"....so what I did was to let my emotion take it place....yeah I did cried it out.....I felt so weird about myself ...thank God that no one heard me crying, my sister still watching downstairs while my parents and brother are already sleeping.... Coz if someone saw me, damn I had to think a way to scape their questions. After 15 minutes of nonstop crying..... Past memories struck me, my happiest and saddess memory.....and it includes the very special person in my life.....MArk Vitto...the man I truly love more than anybody else, but his not mine anymore( ohhh his never been mine tho)....that's when I realized that it's the 24th of the month....the day when we broke up ( if you can call it like that) today is exactly the 6th month of being alone without him in my life. Life that will never be happy without him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;           I hope his fine right now.... coz not a single day that I didn't think of him... Until now I'm still trying to forget all the memories (all the happy conversation) that I shared with him... I'm really wishing that I could talk with him one of these days...and bring back the friendship that we had..... I know where ever he maybe right now his happy...but there's only one thing that I can't promise to him..I can't promise not to love him for the rest of my life......I LOVE YOU MARK FOREVER........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113282549284576503?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113169411172734017</id><published>2005-11-10T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:28:31.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love, it means nothing to me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's so dull and so over rated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It just makes the heart sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It left me so cold and alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nobody knowsI lay there and moan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now that has replaced my sorrow is hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I hate the word love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And i hate the word hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In my mind live is just some word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; that some one made to destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In my mind hate is what love will eventually turn into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love left me so cold and alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Just the word love gives me shivers to the bone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;And no one understands why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Why it left me so dead and dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;They tell me to get over it and go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But they just don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love, it means nothing to me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It's so dull and so over rated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It just makes the heart sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;It means nothing to me anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nothing at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113169411172734017?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-113169322513006707</id><published>2005-11-10T23:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:18:24.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All I Wanted You To Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Put on a fake smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;look in the warped mirror and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what I hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;and what I pretend to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hiding the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;pretending everything is okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;thinking to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;wishing I could runaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Screaminginto my pillow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;seeing my heartsinking so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I just want to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that's all I wanted you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;***I really miss you..hope you're ok...I really miss you Mark, eventhough you're so far and you don't want me as your friend, I will still be here for you praying for safety and good health always...I will love you forever***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-113169322513006707?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/113169322513006707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=113169322513006707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113169322513006707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/113169322513006707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-all-i-wanted-you-to-know.html' title='That&apos;s All I Wanted You To Know'/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-112789380814589751</id><published>2005-09-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T00:50:08.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I heard them play the song again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An old familiar strain from way back when&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every note and every line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's always been a favorite song of mine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It used to haunt me so some years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reminds me of a boy I used to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And although the melody lives on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The memories and the boy are all but gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And while the song still brings that certain glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the words still sing of love I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It isn't quite the way it was before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember the boy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I don't remember the feeling anymore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The promises we made seemed easier then&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As if we knew our love would never end&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But seasons change and time erases the tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As quickly as the rivers disappear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So while the song still brings that certain glow&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the words still sing of love I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It isn't quite the way it was before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-112789380814589751?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/112789380814589751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=112789380814589751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112789380814589751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the moment pass us by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Life's too short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;We shouldnt wait for the water to run dry&lt;br /&gt;Think about it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Cause we only have one shot at destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;All im asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Could it possibly be you and me?&lt;br /&gt;So if you'd still go, i'll understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Would you give me something just to hold on to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;And if you'll stay, ill hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Cause im truly, madly, crazily in love with you&lt;br /&gt;Time has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;For us to go our separate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;God forbid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;But my mind is going crazy today&lt;br /&gt;I feel so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Feel so numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Im having nightmares but im awake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Help me lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Fight this loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Take this pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As loNg As yOu WisH foR iT, I DoN't cArE How MaNy TiMes I hAvE to bUiLd it, wE bUilD it tOGethEr- LING&lt;br /&gt;WhEn sOmEonE tlkeD ABoUt LiFe's DigNiTy, FoR mE,HUmanS ArE JusT A BUncH of MoViNG pieCEs oF MeAt,nOt beauTIFUl bY Any MeAnS-SHENG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-112789321175435599?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/112789321175435599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=112789321175435599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112789321175435599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112789321175435599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-believewe-shouldnt-let-moment-pass.html' title=''/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-112685433976756037</id><published>2005-09-16T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T00:05:39.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It's my birthday but im not happy....I'm hoping that he would greet me tho! I really miss him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-112685433976756037?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/112685433976756037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=112685433976756037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112685433976756037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112685433976756037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-my-birthday-but-im-not-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-112624075657961185</id><published>2005-09-08T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:39:16.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What a heck? My day are just starting and I've encounter lots of troubles already.. First I have a fever second the files that I'm waiting for so I can finish my report are damn corrupted then I forgot my wallet in the house coz of hurrying myself to go to office. All these things are making me pissed. Im supposed to be happy today coz its Friday and I can start my weekends right but what happened? Im one hell of unlucky gal.. I better go home now, I'll just take a half day before I can do anything bad to myself for being so careless.Chow everybody!Have a nice weekends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-112624075657961185?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/112624075657961185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=112624075657961185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112624075657961185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112624075657961185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-heck-my-day-are-just-starting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-112623758674622432</id><published>2005-09-08T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T20:46:26.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/eziazaitarp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/eziazaitarp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See how cute he is, with his little moves and childish acts he got us all,screaming his name and going gaga bout him, pur adorable, lovable and ever charming zaizai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/tarp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/tarp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ei zaizai what's with the white shoes and pointed edges...hahaha!!The King and The Lord of the shuai ai!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/tarp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/tarp1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My blog won't be complete if my zaizai is not here so guys take a deep breath and enjoy it !wapak! Fight this loneliness take this pain away, deadly words indead,from cueshe's STAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-112623758674622432?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/112623758674622432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=112623758674622432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112623758674622432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112623758674622432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/09/see-how-cute-he-is-with-his-little.html' title=''/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-112615764805033295</id><published>2005-09-07T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:34:08.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;          Someone sent me an email and ask me to try this site "jealousytest site" ohhh.thinking who it was, never mind, but i still tried the site. Just curious how jealous i am,just for fun hahahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           And guess what i got oooohhhhh drum roll pls..hehehehheeh....41.27%...hahahha it says im not that jealous...uhm quite true..hao! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           Here's the whole result of my test!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           You are 41.27% jealous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           This percentage means that :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           •You are not a jealous person, but sometimes can be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           •Occasionally, you over-react to situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           •Most of the time, you trust the people around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           •Jealously will not be a major issue in relationships, but you might want to improve your self-esteem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           Quite true atleast i had fun!hahahha! Kinda boring here in work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;            If you guys want to try these here's the site &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://tests.studentcenter.org/jealousytest"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;http://tests.studentcenter.org/jealousytest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-112615764805033295?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/112615764805033295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=112615764805033295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112615764805033295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112615764805033295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/09/someone-sent-me-email-and-ask-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16454520.post-112608151808825099</id><published>2005-09-07T01:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T01:25:18.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;   &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Yo guys these is my first post here just trying if it will look good. Thank God coz i find time to edit my blog coz these past weeks ive been so busy with work.  Hope I can always update this one to make it look great and enjoyable for everyone.JIA YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16454520-112608151808825099?l=leideezaiko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/feeds/112608151808825099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16454520&amp;postID=112608151808825099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112608151808825099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16454520/posts/default/112608151808825099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://leideezaiko.blogspot.com/2005/09/yo-guys-these-is-my-first-post-here.html' title=''/><author><name>leideezaiko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07190836604478929223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v738/leideezaiko/me-cut.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
