<?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-7675946</id><updated>2012-01-11T05:47:32.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109214820496091996</id><published>2004-08-10T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T07:30:04.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Of Mine Part 2</title><content type='html'> I never thought that this day would come, were I have to learn to let you go. It hurts so much because I don't know how. Maybe, it was a stupid dream that I have, that one day you and I will be able to be with each other. I thought I've gotten over you, but when I talk to you on the phone I've realized that my feelings for you is still there and it hurts to know that you are getting married already. I didn't even get a chance yet to tell you how I truly feel about you, but I guess that day would never come. Yes I am happy for you that you have found the one for you, but at the same time I'm feel with sadness because I was hoping that I could be the one for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A qoute from my best friend weddings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "if you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud, or the moment just passes you by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Well, I have so many chances to tell you how much I love you, but I chicken out and now the chance is no longer there I've let it passes me by .................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I will forever love you no matter what I will always here for you ............... I love you .............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109214820496091996?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109214820496091996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109214820496091996' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109214820496091996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109214820496091996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/08/friend-of-mine-part-2.html' title='Friend Of Mine Part 2'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109150201775976640</id><published>2004-08-02T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:02:10.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is the story/script that i'm working on for the moment and i just want to share with everyone. This is one of exerpt on the story that i'm working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Could you please give me one more chance to love you?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tears start to flow in his eyes, while he look at her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When he said those words she just look at him with puzzles in her eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Izabella/Hailey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;You had your chance and you screwed it up …….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know and I’m sorry because of it ………&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He move few steps towards her, but she move away from him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Izabella/Hailey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What exactly are your intentions Shane? Why are you doing this to me?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He didn’t know what to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con’t&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It’s funny, because you are asking for a second chance, but you couldn’t even answer a simple question that I just asked you ……… and now your asking me to give you another chance?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He walks towards her and he held her hand and say …..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Izabella, I’m sorry …….&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She remove her hands away from his ……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Izabella/Hailey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your sorry Shane? Are you really? Do you know how much agony you’ve caused me? I’m sorry but I can’t possibly accept your apology at the moment ………&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He look at her in the eye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don’t know what else to do, in order for you to believe me&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Izabella/Hailey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To be honest with you there’s nothing you can do to bring back my trust in you. Maybe it’s best if we just don’t speak to each other for a while, to heal the wounds that caused both of us pains. And maybe it’s best if we just remains friends ……..&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;She wipes her tears&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shane&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that what you really want?&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Izabella/Hailey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you assured me that if I give you another chance, that you wouldn’t hurt me? That you wouldn’t lie? And that you wouldn’t play games? &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He didn’t respond to her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Con’t&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I thought so …….. then yes to answer your question I think that it’s much better to just remains friends ………&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then she walk away from him, leaving him crying. But what he didn’t know is that as she turns around tears were flowing in her eyes. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109150201775976640?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109150201775976640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109150201775976640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109150201775976640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109150201775976640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/08/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109123915244574305</id><published>2004-07-30T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T19:04:00.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Of Mine</title><content type='html'>Sa boung buhay ko iisa lang ang taong minahal ko talaga ng totoo, ewan ko nga ba kung ano ang mayron ka at hindi ka maalis sa puso at isipan ko. Sabihin na ng iba na baduy or corny ako pero yon ang totoo iisa lang ang minahal ko ng lubos. Sa una pa lang na nakilala kita nag karoon na ako ng paghanga sayo. Hindi ka naman gwapo katulad ni brad pitt, hindi ka naman mayaman, ang katawan mo ay hindi naman kasing ganda katulad ng kay carlos agassi. Ikaw ay isang simpleng tao na nagustuhan ko. Mabait, mapagmahal, palaging nandyan kapag kailangan ko. Ikaw ang prinsipe ng buhay ko, sayang at hindi mo yon alam.&lt;br /&gt;Kung me lakas lang sana ako ng loob na sabihin sayo na "mahal kita higit pa sa isang kaibigan," gagawin ko yon. Pero hindi ako si wonderwoman wala akung lakas na loob na ipasang tabi ang pride ko at ako ang magsabi. Kung alam mo lang kung gaano kita kamahal, nasasaktan ako kapag naririnig ko na may iba ka na. Kahit na hindi tayo naging tayo nasasaktan pa rin ako. Gaano na nga ba tayo hindi nag kita, 3 years na pala pero kahit na andito ka pa rin at hindi nawawala. Tama nga siguro ang kaibigan ko kaya siguro ako hindi nagkakaroon ng boyfriend or seryosong relation dahil sa nadarama ko para sayo.&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba marinig ko lang ang boses mo, parang ano't saya ang nadarama ko. You make my day, I'm 21 years old pero kapag nag uusap tayong dalawa para akung isang teenager na kinikilig.&lt;br /&gt;Di ko man masabi sayo ang tunay kung nararamdaman, okay na sa akin na mag kaibigan na lang tayo. Sabi nga nila action speaks louder than words so I will let my action speak to your heart. Sana lang sabihin mo rin sa akin ang tunay mong nararamdaman, para alam ko. Alam ko sinabi mo na sa akin na dahil sa layo ng status ng buhay natin kaya hindi pwede, pero handa akung bumaba para sayo. Pero baka hindi pa eto ang panahon para mag tapatan tayo. I'm just hoping sa susunod kung pag uwi, makapag usap tayong dalawa yong tayo lang wala ang mga kaibigan natin, kasi gusto ko nang malaman mo na mahal kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea Salonga "Friend Of Mine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                      I’ve known you for so long you are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;                      But is this all we’d ever be?&lt;br /&gt;                      I’ve loved you ever since you are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;                      And babe is this all we ever could be?                      &lt;p&gt;You tell me things I’ve never known&lt;br /&gt;                     I’ve shown you love you’ve never shown&lt;br /&gt;                     But then again when you cry I’m always at your side&lt;br /&gt;                     You tell me ‘bout the love u had I listen very eagerly&lt;br /&gt;                     But deep inside you’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;                     This feeling of emptiness that makes me feel sad&lt;br /&gt;                     But then again I’m glad&lt;/p&gt;                       &lt;p&gt;I’ve known you all my life you are a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;                     I know this is how it’s gonna be&lt;br /&gt;                     I’ve loved you then and I love u still ur a friend                        of mine&lt;br /&gt;                     Now I know friends are all we ever could be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109123915244574305?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109123915244574305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109123915244574305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109123915244574305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109123915244574305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/07/friend-of-mine.html' title='Friend Of Mine'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109123163473098316</id><published>2004-07-30T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:54:45.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;One thing i don't like about other people is that, how can you back stab somebody that you call "friend." If you really are a good friend then why would you cause a pain to somebody that is dear to you. Madami na rin akung mga kaibigan na i felt they let me down, siguro kasi ang taas rin kasi ng expectation ko sa kanila kaya yon siguro. Example, na lang yong dating kung mga kaibigan sa work, the three of us used to hang out go to philly every other week, then everything change when one of my friend has to leave and live to another state. Hanggang ngayon nakatatak pa rin yong last time na we all hang out with each other, we promised each other na we would call one another or visit each other, pero ano na wala rin. It's been 3 years since we all talk to each other. Yong isa na naiwan dito i felt like were strangers from each other, kasi kapag nagkikita kami or once in a while tatawagan ko sya i felt like i'm talking to a stranger. Pero wala ng sasakit dun sa ginawa nila sa akin, yong pinaasa nila ako na pupunta sila sa graduation ko tapos hindi naman pala, it sucks because it got my hopes up tapos wala rin pala. I'm over it, pero nakatatak na yon sa akin yong ginawa nila.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the type of person na likes too meet new people, gusto ko kasi marami akung kaibigan wala lang that's who i am. Pero sa lahat ng ayaw ko sa kaibigan ay yong plastik, for me kung ayaw mo akung makausap please don't ignore my phone call, be upfront with me so what kung masasaktan ako, it's better that way than rather making a fool of myself. I hate when my friends make excuses as if hindi naman lame yong excuses nila, kung ayaw mong makipag hang out sabihin mo wag kang mag sinungaling, sa lahat ng ayaw ko yong pinag mumukha akung tanga. If you don't want to be friends then all you got to say is stop bothering me that's all. I have friends who's like that and i can't even believe that i'm calling them my friend. Ewan ko nga ba sa sarili ko at hindi kung magawa magalit sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109123163473098316?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109123163473098316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109123163473098316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109123163473098316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109123163473098316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/07/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109061961805702523</id><published>2004-07-23T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T14:53:38.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For you</title><content type='html'> If ever I'm to open my heart once more, gusto ko yong pang matagalan na, i'm not saying diretso sa altar, but i'm looking for somebody who can understand/accept me for who i am and who i'm not.  I don't want to go out with somebody whose just there for the fun of it, i'm looking for somebody who is mature and not immature. But it seems like all the men that i've been dating are all immature except for one and i don't need to mention his name because he know's who he is. He may not be able to read this because his far away, but i just hope actually no i know he know's how much he meant to me. I will never forget the times we shared together, thank you for the sweet notes and roses. Sayang i found the right guy, but at the wrong time. Sana yong maging next na boyfriend ko ay katulad mo mapag mahal always there. As cheesy and corny as it may sound but ang naging theme song namin dalawa ay bakit ngayon ka lang. OO nga bakit nga ba ngayon ka lang dumating sa buhay ko. I'm writing something about you kasi, i'm ready to close the door for you in romance and i'm ready to open the door for friendship, ever since we parted ways we remain close and we remain talking to each other. I just want to say thank you for always being there for me whenever i needed you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; one of my favorite song ever by janet jackson "everytime"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  I'm afraid I'm starting to feel&lt;br /&gt; What I said I would not do&lt;br /&gt; The last time really hurt me&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm scared to fall in love&lt;br /&gt; Afraid to love so fast&lt;br /&gt; Cuz everytime I fall in love&lt;br /&gt; It seems to never last&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt; But every time your love is near&lt;br /&gt; And every time I'm filled with fear&lt;br /&gt; Cuz every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt; My heart does begin to race everytime&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; One half wants me to go&lt;br /&gt; One half wants me to stay&lt;br /&gt; I just get so all confused&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm scared to fall in love&lt;br /&gt; Afraid to love so fast&lt;br /&gt; Cuz every time I fall in love&lt;br /&gt; It seems to never last&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm scared to fall in love&lt;br /&gt; Afraid to love so fast&lt;br /&gt; Cuz everytime I fall in love&lt;br /&gt; It seems to never last&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; CHORUS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I'm scared to fall in love&lt;br /&gt; Afraid to love so fast&lt;br /&gt; Cuz everytime I fall in love&lt;br /&gt; It seems to never last&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; CHORUS&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; It's everytime&lt;br /&gt; It's everytime&lt;br /&gt; Cuz. . .&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Everytime your love is near&lt;br /&gt; And every time I'm filled with fear&lt;br /&gt; Cuz every time I see your face&lt;br /&gt; Could it be that this will be the one that lasts?&lt;br /&gt; The fear does start to erase every time&lt;br /&gt; Oh could it be that this will be the one that lasts&lt;br /&gt; For all my times&lt;br /&gt; Ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt; For all my times&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  i can relate so much to this song because i'm the type who easily falls in love, but for some reason hindi ito tumatagal, i'm just hoping the next guy i meet sya na nga ..............&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109061961805702523?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109061961805702523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109061961805702523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109061961805702523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109061961805702523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/07/for-you.html' title='For you'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109042303923866499</id><published>2004-07-21T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T08:17:19.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love At First Sight</title><content type='html'> Do you believe in love at first sight? I certainly don't, i mean i used to believe in it before pero now parang hindi na kasi i don't think you can fall in love with somebody that instant. Love takes time to grow and obviously love can't grow that quickly.&lt;br /&gt;  Although, i believe in attraction at first sight (such a weird thing to say) pero sa tingin ko kasi the moment you met someone you develop an attraction towards them, it doesn't mean it has to be romantically pero it could develop to attraction as friend kinda sorta. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109042303923866499?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109042303923866499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109042303923866499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109042303923866499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109042303923866499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love At First Sight'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109038035807375605</id><published>2004-07-20T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T20:31:48.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Somebody once told me that i don't give a lot of chances to anybody and i mean anybody. I don't know it's just that for me once you screwd up my trust, that's pretty much it. Just because somebody said, I was sorry that don't mean that hey i'm going to forgive that person. "Sorry," is just a word anybody can say that, but doing it or saying it in a really meaningful way, well that is something else. &lt;br /&gt; As far as i'm concern, "chances," belongs to people who deserve it. Yes my friend is right but i do make consideration, if i feel that the person is sincere and the person is doing everything he can to prove that he was sorry then maybe i would forgive that person. But if i feel that his just joking around then i would be upfront to him and tell him to just piss off, just kidding i would just probably tell the person to just leave it and to just back away, but still remain good friends. &lt;br /&gt; A few friend of mine has broken my trust so many times already, but do i still hang out with them certainly yes, but my trust to them is no longer full unlike before. One thing i hate is when they lie to me, just be real to me be forward if you don't want to hang out then just say i don't feel like hanging out maybe some other time. Don't make lame excuses and you know that you will be caught. It sucks when a friend does that, because it makes you want to question there motives. I know that friendship shouldn't be base on how many times a day you talk to one another or hang out with each other. It's the sincerity that really counts, friendship is like a relationship if you want it to work out, i mean you gotta show them. I guess here in america is very different, time is very important it's like every seconds counts. Unlike, Philippines you can hang out as much as you want and you don't have to worry about anything. hay ....................................&lt;br /&gt; In relationship, terms for me as soon as the guy messed up like i found out he was cheating on me, or while we were dating he was already involve with somebody else, or his just playing me. That's the line right there, once he cross that, that's it! No matter how sorry he was, no matter how many times he said, "i'm sorry," i will close my door for him for romance. Maybe in the future we could be friends, but in terms of romance that's a big NO NO, why? because i don't want to be put in the same path in the beginning. For me once a cheater always a cheater, no matter how they say they have change i still wont buy it. "The only thing that change is the weather from season to season." &lt;br /&gt;  Second chances are for those who earn it and deserves it ........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109038035807375605?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109038035807375605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109038035807375605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109038035807375605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109038035807375605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/07/second-chances.html' title='Second Chances'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109028498056026613</id><published>2004-07-19T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-19T17:56:20.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone Call</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; It's ashame that two of my good friend, i won't be seing them anymore. They've decided to stay back home rather than come back here. I have mixed emotion about it because i'm happy for them dahil makakasama na rin nila ang family nila, tapos sa filipinas pa sila ang saya saya yata ng buhay dun. Kahit mahirap pero as long as we have our family surrounds us it makes everything so easy and so simple. At the same time i'm also sad kasi tong dalawa na to si bakla at si cute pwet sila palagi ang kasama ko manood ng sine, halimbawa me bagong palabas sa theater palagi namin yon napapanood. Lately, we haven't hang out that much kasi busy na rin sa mga iba't ibang bagay pero we still remain friends. &lt;br /&gt;  One thing ma mimiss ko ki bakla is sya yong palagi kung kinukulit kapag me na meet akung mga boys na cute sya palagi ang unang nakakaalam kasi kilala na nya ako tapos alam kung hindi nya ako i jujudge. I'm glad that we had a chance to hang out for one more last time sa beach i really had a good time, tapos na pagalitan pa kami ng tita nyan hehehehehehe ikaw kasi bakla eh ........ ano pa ba of all my friends sya lang ang hindi natatakot umitim, which i'm so happy about kasi i don't know why other's are so afraid to be dark eh its okay lang naman dito kasi dito kapag umitim ka consider as tan pero pag sa pinas ka consider ka as hoy ba't ang itim mo. Eh hello andito po tayo sa america so it doesn't matter whether you got dark or not.&lt;br /&gt;  Si cute pwet naman well ma mimiss ko rin na tao na tao kasi cute sya, very quite sya ang nag introduce sa akin sa anime now i'm so hook on it ...... alam ko masaya sya na dun na ulit sila maninirahan, kasi sa tingin ko kasi miserable ang buhay nya dito ...... well i will this two people in my life ........ and i'm glad that i meet them .........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109028498056026613?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109028498056026613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109028498056026613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109028498056026613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109028498056026613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/07/phone-call.html' title='Phone Call'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675946.post-109020824094391977</id><published>2004-07-18T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T20:37:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Luck With Love</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;When it comes to “love,” talaga yatang wala akung luck kasi it seems that all my past relationship did not last that long. It hurts kasi you want the relationship to last, but there’s always going to be somebody that will mess it up. Sometimes, I blame myself for it baka kasi nasasakal ko sila or I don’t have enough time to them, but come to think of it it takes two to tango so it takes two people to mess it up too. My friends says that it seems that all the guys that I went out with were all “losers,” because I always get hurt at the very end. And I told them maybe there is a big sign in my forehead saying “I dig losers or I like to hang out with losers.” But I think that it’s just a mere of coincidence, it’s just that I’m not good at observing people or determining them when they are lying or not. It sucks because I got fooled so many times that the song by Westlife, “fool again” all my friends are dedicating it to me, because I am a fool when it comes to love.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been in a relationship a few times already and that could only mean that I’ve suffered few heartaches in the past. Sometimes I asked myself which one sucks when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you, your boyfriend forcing you to do something that you don’t want to do or at least your not yet ready to do it or a guy lying to you that he cares about you, but the truth is his not? When I caught a couple of my boyfriend cheating on me, it got me thinking was it me that made them do it? Was I not good enough for them? Or maybe I didn’t love them enough? Question that seems to be easy to answer but the truth is it’s not, when you confront them and asked them why did they do it, they give you the reason it was just an accident or I got caught in the moment. Who gives answer like that, of course my scumbags ex boyfriend. In the beginning it really hurt me, but I got over it easily. Second, I hate when men forces you to do something that you don’t want to do. I hate it when they used the words “if you love me prove it!” its like an ultimatum, if you wont do it with me that means you don’t love me. I think that when a guy says that, it just prove that some of them are pigs. I think that when you love somebody you shouldn’t force them to do something that they certainly don’t want to do. Sex is not the measure of how much a person loves you, some guys that  I knew they think that what  makes a relationship last longer is when two people are intimate with each other, but I don't certainly agree on that.  I think that what makes a relationship grew even stronger is when two people really love each  other and they have a sense of trust with one another. &lt;br /&gt;     One thing that I don't understand about men is that  how can you  tell somebody that you care about them and then leave them hanging. For me when a guy does  that's just being immature, afraid of  rejection  sort of.  As for me when you are not happy with somebody I think that you should be upfront to them rather than just leave them. This has happen to me and to a few friends of mine where we would go out with guys who seems sincere and then later on we would find out that they were just lying. It sucks because all the time that you put into with feels like it just went to the drain, that it all went for nothing.  Me and my friends learned from that experience and it's nice to know that you have friends that will always be there for you ready to listen  and the fact that can  also  relate to you. We just  hope that men who does this wont get karma.&lt;br /&gt;     To all those who are in love at the moment just be happy and be a lovey dovey ........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 200%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675946-109020824094391977?l=friendshipspot.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/feeds/109020824094391977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7675946&amp;postID=109020824094391977' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109020824094391977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675946/posts/default/109020824094391977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://friendshipspot.blogspot.com/2004/07/no-luck-with-love.html' title='No Luck With Love'/><author><name>ela</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18340644579423728393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
