<?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-965722575455657113</id><updated>2011-08-03T09:56:10.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelika Daily</title><subtitle type='html'>Headlines, gossips...just my daily life.
Name it, probably I got it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-3511424437452925533</id><published>2009-12-30T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:28:54.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouh, I realized this blog is actually turned on. Lol.</title><content type='html'>It's been quite a while since I used my blogspot.&lt;br /&gt;I miss it somehow, but really... I'm thinking of leaving it just like this.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I promised that, I wouldn't leave this account cause it has been with me through thick and thin.&lt;br /&gt;Errrmmm, I think I should like yeah, learn to give up? Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I'm making this sound so like dramatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm so bothered with what he asked last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After like reading her blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do they have something going on between them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause if they do, I think I'm going to die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3511424437452925533?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3511424437452925533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouh-i-realized-this-blog-is-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3511424437452925533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3511424437452925533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/12/ouh-i-realized-this-blog-is-actually.html' title='Ouh, I realized this blog is actually turned on. Lol.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2042177104870751199</id><published>2009-10-08T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T21:58:13.354+08:00</updated><title type='text'>something but nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Ss3vpUR5d5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/7wJauf3NrG4/s1600-h/9530_1232772016150_1134642800_747799_667795_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Ss3vpUR5d5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/7wJauf3NrG4/s320/9530_1232772016150_1134642800_747799_667795_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227822129805202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been forcing myself to study, the sweet sweet result of procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks has been I and the usual's hang out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I did this stupid thing...&lt;br /&gt;I brought home the starbucks mug. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sounds cheap, yes?&lt;br /&gt;And because of that, my bro was asking me whether I did the same thing for today. -.-&lt;br /&gt;I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I didn't buy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's POA.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like studying.&lt;br /&gt;I've been procrastinating since just now.&lt;br /&gt;Urrrrgh.&lt;br /&gt;I just feel like there's nothing to study.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm wishing very much right now for the time to stop, like now.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2042177104870751199?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2042177104870751199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-but-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2042177104870751199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2042177104870751199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/something-but-nothing.html' title='something but nothing'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Ss3vpUR5d5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/7wJauf3NrG4/s72-c/9530_1232772016150_1134642800_747799_667795_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-8634153637439644432</id><published>2009-10-06T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T16:46:26.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored. And sleepy.</title><content type='html'>I reached home early today.&lt;br /&gt;My day went quite as per normal, been complaining and such.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! That's my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3:&lt;/span&gt; I've been complaining.&lt;br /&gt;Since I get petty with the littlest things, I complain even more.&lt;br /&gt;Get the logic? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Went to starbucks just now to decide which tumbler to buy...&lt;br /&gt;Fitra was damn stressed about it. In the end I just asked him to buy next time, I promised him we'll buy together, not really promise though.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then he bought... I'm not sure, I didn't bother to ask. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home.&lt;br /&gt;My day's pretty much boring.&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday's SS paper.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like having my EOY exams yet.&lt;br /&gt;It's sooo boring to mug.&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh! Shall invent some interesting way to study.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'd have some study buddy or buddies.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8634153637439644432?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8634153637439644432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-bored-and-sleepy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8634153637439644432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8634153637439644432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-bored-and-sleepy.html' title='I&apos;m bored. And sleepy.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-8428706686208829857</id><published>2009-10-05T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T18:01:27.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging</title><content type='html'>I remember me as a "blog enthusiast" ...&lt;br /&gt;However, here I am blogging, cause I'm seeing my blog now as one of the most boring blogs. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm changing, and yeah.. it's very weird.&lt;br /&gt;Worse or better, I'm not so sure...&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1:&lt;/span&gt;I don't really care whether I read the latest magazine(s), whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;I'd just maybe flip my friends' and wouldn't bother to buy my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;: I am getting petty.&lt;br /&gt;I get mad with the littlest things one person can do. Or things can do.&lt;br /&gt;Example, talking crap, facebook's crap notifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, as of now.. that's the only things I can think of.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8428706686208829857?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8428706686208829857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8428706686208829857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8428706686208829857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging.html' title='blogging'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4688625080442392929</id><published>2009-09-29T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:42:33.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>never been so tired</title><content type='html'>Finally bought Andre's shoes...&lt;br /&gt;It's nice, I even want to keep it to myself...&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, I can't...&lt;br /&gt;The thing is this, the shop didn't issue me a receipt.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my.. I wonder how would it be like if it doesn't fit him or something..&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;A COLOSSAL THANKS TO JEIN FOR ACCOMPANYING ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we bought Andre's and her shoes...&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to Raffles place to meet mom and dad..&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner..&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my feet are tired. Super.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cos this pain is caused by my beloved new shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, like they always say- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No pain, no gain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Beauty comes with a price...Indeed.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4688625080442392929?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4688625080442392929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-been-so-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4688625080442392929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4688625080442392929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/never-been-so-tired.html' title='never been so tired'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2454383882725439060</id><published>2009-09-24T20:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:22:58.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>proper one</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Srtjo-jeriI/AAAAAAAAA6E/nq-b04aK41M/s1600-h/SNC00628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Srtjo-jeriI/AAAAAAAAA6E/nq-b04aK41M/s320/SNC00628.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385007335089286690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, a proper one... That guy with the braces is the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, pretty much nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Sang out "Happy Birthday" blah blah during recess. Show stopper much. :D&lt;br /&gt;So proud of myself cause of the cake thingy, cause never once my group brought a cake to school, no matter whoever the celebrant is.&lt;br /&gt;I sorta broke the record and such.&lt;br /&gt;I love myself.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, we're going jalan raya.. I hope it's on. Still.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, it'll be a blast, cause it's us. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;w/ LOL&lt;br /&gt;Angelika.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2454383882725439060?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2454383882725439060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/proper-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2454383882725439060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2454383882725439060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/proper-one.html' title='proper one'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Srtjo-jeriI/AAAAAAAAA6E/nq-b04aK41M/s72-c/SNC00628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-1241435839472288768</id><published>2009-09-24T20:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:17:07.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrtiYMN7bGI/AAAAAAAAA58/qXmX94rGPuY/s1600-h/2647_1127571666207_1134642800_385565_1148787_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrtiYMN7bGI/AAAAAAAAA58/qXmX94rGPuY/s320/2647_1127571666207_1134642800_385565_1148787_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385005947187588194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A very happy birthday to my very much awesome  ex-boyf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;(Unglam photo, just to prove that you don't look glam and such. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;blah.&lt;br /&gt;xxoo.&lt;br /&gt;ily. still. duh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1241435839472288768?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1241435839472288768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1241435839472288768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1241435839472288768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/baby.html' title='baby'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrtiYMN7bGI/AAAAAAAAA58/qXmX94rGPuY/s72-c/2647_1127571666207_1134642800_385565_1148787_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-6776076585354975367</id><published>2009-09-23T20:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:11:29.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good luck my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SroXqazG2gI/AAAAAAAAA50/Z0Y1xG_fVAI/s1600-h/SNC00572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SroXqazG2gI/AAAAAAAAA50/Z0Y1xG_fVAI/s320/SNC00572.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384642321990474242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Jurong Point with Tiara today, maybe you readers can see from the photo why did we have to go all the way there.&lt;br /&gt;I (we) made a little something for Andre since I've yet to buy his present, I'm still thinking... :\&lt;br /&gt;Lol, whatev.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, tomorrow's his birthday...&lt;br /&gt;uhm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I heard a major sad story from my mom.&lt;br /&gt;my childhood friend's mom passed away.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry when I heard my mom told me the said happening.&lt;br /&gt;Cos he and his siblings only have their mom as their guide through their life. Their dad has some other family.&lt;br /&gt;The story's sad, and I'm now wondering how would he and his siblings would be able to carry on with life...&lt;br /&gt;It's a major setback...&lt;br /&gt;Uhm.. I wish you luck though, Paulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6776076585354975367?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6776076585354975367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-luck-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6776076585354975367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6776076585354975367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-luck-my-friend.html' title='good luck my friend'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SroXqazG2gI/AAAAAAAAA50/Z0Y1xG_fVAI/s72-c/SNC00572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-4964996314312687639</id><published>2009-09-20T09:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:33:08.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>talk about fright</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrWNmH-9-ZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qF-x06PUMvs/s1600-h/P9191960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrWNmH-9-ZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qF-x06PUMvs/s400/P9191960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383364615708998034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was awesome, like wicked awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Was out to do CIP.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;Met Jein at Lot1, 12:47. I was 2 minutes late. Late, but it's nothing compared to the boys' late.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around, met Andre,Stephen,Marcus and Sharran.&lt;br /&gt;I thanked God for not making Sharran wear sandals. :)&lt;br /&gt;Took 67, went to Bukit Timah Shopping Centre, to meet Fendi and Zhao Shan, as well as collect our CIP thing.&lt;br /&gt;We took the bags, took them from this arrogant bitch. :\&lt;br /&gt;She was super ruuuude! Rude rude rude! Even Junyi said she was being rude.&lt;br /&gt;We were out to do for them the CIP yet she was acting as if we owe her something.&lt;br /&gt;Enough.&lt;br /&gt;They said we are to go to Bukit Panjang and collect there, We went to town. Durrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cathay straight, and stressed ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long journey before we got our tickets.&lt;br /&gt;We were stressing while they were eating. They ate at Aston's, yeah... Jein was super cute. Lol. (long story)&lt;br /&gt;Stephen was acting like a major VIP, cause he went back to return our collection thing, and then decided that he'll just head home...&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Jein was also being an ass for being super picky about the movie. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Phobia2, a Thai-horror film. (The movie Jein didn't want to watch, but she ended up watching it as well)&lt;br /&gt;*Jein managed to make Stephen come back*&lt;br /&gt;The movie made me scream. :\ (I screamed a lot of times last night)&lt;br /&gt;Andre, was scared, but he won't admit. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, it was his turn to cover his eyes and such.&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended, I was teasing him.. and he went on bringing up the Final Destination matter.&lt;br /&gt;-________________-"&lt;br /&gt;I dread gory stuffs. You know that, Andre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to town from Plaza Sing, to waste time.&lt;br /&gt;Andre, Marcus,Elton and Jein headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Ion's Starbucks to chill with Stephen, Junyi,Sharran, Zhao Shan and Fendi.&lt;br /&gt;We talked about us being kids, how our parents beat us up, then ended up talking about scary encounters (The movie was still within us, it was just a major pity Stephen didn't watch the movie... That's what you get when you act like a VIP!)&lt;br /&gt;Was shitting scared!&lt;br /&gt;After that, decided to call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;Sent Zhao Shan and Fendi to the MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Got lost for awhile, went into this "secret passage"&lt;br /&gt;Got scared by Stephen. (I, Junyi and Sharran)&lt;br /&gt;Took the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Blah, and continued with the ghosts stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLAH BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;When Sharran and Junyi wasn't with us anymore, Stephen was out to scare them again.&lt;br /&gt;He called them and asked them to look around and all this.&lt;br /&gt;They hung up on him, like several times.&lt;br /&gt;And the asshole was with me, laughing like mad.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't make myself to take the lift.&lt;br /&gt;Called Andre, he didn't pick up.&lt;br /&gt;Paranoid, ran towards my door. :\&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep, so I left my lights on.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go for cat class. :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4964996314312687639?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4964996314312687639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-about-fright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4964996314312687639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4964996314312687639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/talk-about-fright.html' title='talk about fright'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrWNmH-9-ZI/AAAAAAAAA5k/qF-x06PUMvs/s72-c/P9191960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-6418175125847965561</id><published>2009-09-18T21:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:42:50.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we're getting more than better</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrOFTT0CK9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/ITcx964yVYQ/s1600-h/DSC_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrOFTT0CK9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/ITcx964yVYQ/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382792546420403154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Days are getting better, finally!&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm going all lethargic about my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Procrastinate. That's my current hobby. If it's considered one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many more days and it's already dearest Andre's day.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, finally 15, eh?&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I didn't blog much these past few days, cos I didn't had much mood.&lt;br /&gt;So now is the perfect time to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accompanied Fitra to Geylang, he was supposed to buy baju for Raya.&lt;br /&gt;Ending up, not doing so, all the bajus didin't have this certain connection, like we (or maybe it's just me) didn't feel the rush. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I treated it like some usual shopping, but it was not.&lt;br /&gt;It was sort of stressing, instead of destressing.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Not really though, I had fun... It was some sort of a bonding experience with Fitra.&lt;br /&gt;The bajus were all pretty...&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, that was the first time I went to that place, and what an experience. &lt;3&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(Late night conversation with Andre. :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I got a some sort of scolding from Ms Chua...&lt;br /&gt;For "not learning how to manage my finances".&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, she does make sense, but I guess I'm born &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; to save.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty much nothing for today.&lt;br /&gt;I was bored and sleepy the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go JB with Fitra, but ending up not doing so..&lt;br /&gt;Both of us are already dead tired and the weather wasn't on our side.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet it'll be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Going to do CIP tomorrow, I doubt we'll do it...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we'd hang around town or something.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;It'd be a blast though, I can feel.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it.&lt;br /&gt;xxoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6418175125847965561?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6418175125847965561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-getting-more-than-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6418175125847965561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6418175125847965561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/were-getting-more-than-better.html' title='we&apos;re getting more than better'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SrOFTT0CK9I/AAAAAAAAA5c/ITcx964yVYQ/s72-c/DSC_0652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-7909625352379401132</id><published>2009-09-16T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T20:04:33.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday tiara</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Tiara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to the canteen, I was planning to hug Tiara and greet her happy birthday...&lt;br /&gt;But she interrupted me with "Thanks uh Angie, for greeting me!"&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I slept early last night, so I didn't do the usual gay I'm-going-to-message-some-touching-cliche-gay-crap-by-12.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, pretty much nothing for today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun in school. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why... But I'm starting to enjoy school again.&lt;br /&gt;Now the last thing I'm looking forward to is the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Weird eh?&lt;br /&gt;Lol, Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm done here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7909625352379401132?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7909625352379401132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-tiara.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7909625352379401132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7909625352379401132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-tiara.html' title='happy birthday tiara'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6359170315425319236</id><published>2009-09-15T19:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:00:37.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sq9_3kGaG5I/AAAAAAAAA5U/UeqKJ1yfYRk/s1600-h/DSC_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sq9_3kGaG5I/AAAAAAAAA5U/UeqKJ1yfYRk/s400/DSC_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381660672291117970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I realized that I can't stand leaving my blogspot alone.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'd be blogging on onsugar if I feel sweet or something, since it's SUGAR! Lol, get it? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I got my set of photos already, super awesome!&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, lately, pretty much nothing happened.. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Last night had this family party.&lt;br /&gt;It's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"despedida de soltera&lt;/span&gt;" or farewell kind of party, since my relatives are going back to my homeland.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, we would see each after some time, which is quite far from now.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School today was freaking awesome.&lt;br /&gt;There was no lessons, except for Social Studies... This may seem shallow or whatever, but I swear I was freaking happy.&lt;br /&gt;Never once that happened... I mean the whole day I've only got one subject to attend to...&lt;br /&gt;How awesome. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yes, I'm lazy. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it?&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, yeah?&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6359170315425319236?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6359170315425319236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-of-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6359170315425319236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6359170315425319236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/lots-of-it.html' title='lots of it'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sq9_3kGaG5I/AAAAAAAAA5U/UeqKJ1yfYRk/s72-c/DSC_0511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-2895556270159515846</id><published>2009-09-12T14:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:09:34.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay</title><content type='html'>Ended up not going to Sentosa. :(&lt;br /&gt;Long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want to drop by at Admiralty later, cause I so so so so want to see my photos!&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, I hope I can, or perhaps I shall just wait til Monday..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I really want to change my profile photo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;Blog later.&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2895556270159515846?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2895556270159515846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/hay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2895556270159515846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2895556270159515846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/hay.html' title='hay'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-459229370595195297</id><published>2009-09-12T07:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T07:28:55.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what now?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, went out with some of my relatives...&lt;br /&gt;Went to Sentosa, luge-d and watched the song(s) of the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that was just typical.&lt;br /&gt;So, I was drop dead tired cause after the long day...&lt;br /&gt;We still went place for pictorials and pictorials.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm going out again, today.&lt;br /&gt;Going Sentosa again, with my church mates...&lt;br /&gt;Going to meet them at 0930.&lt;br /&gt;Jeez, early isn't it? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess till here..&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;I love the photos my brother took.&lt;br /&gt;I want the photos ASAP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-459229370595195297?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/459229370595195297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/459229370595195297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/459229370595195297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-now.html' title='what now?'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-7810628279848743597</id><published>2009-09-10T22:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:30:11.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain was right.</title><content type='html'>I was browsing through random stuffs. I swear I wasn't even thinking of what I was clicking. (facebook, as usual)&lt;br /&gt;There's a sudden thought that came to me, knocking.&lt;br /&gt;People do change.&lt;br /&gt;Situations do not.&lt;br /&gt;People mess up the situations, not the other way round.&lt;br /&gt;All these while, I was blaming the situation(s) for doing this for doing that, never thought that it was my/their fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, the situation's the hot boiling water, and we're the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Get the logic?&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always said to my friends, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Twirl everything round your finger and screw the hell out of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I've &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said that to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, eh?&lt;br /&gt;I blamed the situation for every wrong in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I praised myself for every right thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so what got me here typing about this whole "Ain-was-right-people-do-change" drama is...&lt;br /&gt;See, I've got this "friend" let's name "friend"- IT, ok?&lt;br /&gt;So, IT played a huge huge part in my life.&lt;br /&gt;But everything changed in a blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;IT changed.&lt;br /&gt;After two major ordeals, IT changed.&lt;br /&gt;IT isn't the person who I used to know.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, maybe it's just because we are not what we used to be...&lt;br /&gt;And it's still taking me quite a while to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;*shrug* I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been telling myself, "enough of the shite, Angelika"&lt;br /&gt;But, I swear it's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of more cliches comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for me. Please. I. Need. IT.&lt;br /&gt;The prayer and IT, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/nevershoutnever%21/track/trouble" title="'Nevershoutnever! - Trouble' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Nevershoutnever! - Trouble&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7810628279848743597?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7810628279848743597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/ain-was-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7810628279848743597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7810628279848743597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/ain-was-right.html' title='Ain was right.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6560769980241814504</id><published>2009-09-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:01:07.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boohoo!</title><content type='html'>I had an awful dream.&lt;br /&gt;It's so awful and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/james+morrison/track/please+dont+stop+the+rain" title="'James Morrison - Please Don't Stop The Rain' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;James Morrison - Please Don't Stop The Rain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic; font-size: 10px;"&gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6560769980241814504?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6560769980241814504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/boohoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6560769980241814504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6560769980241814504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/boohoo.html' title='Boohoo!'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-8397241264774802661</id><published>2009-09-09T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:19:15.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sqe3Y3wLQ-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/by7H8B8Klts/s1600-h/10531_128394232662_598982662_2469313_267984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sqe3Y3wLQ-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/by7H8B8Klts/s400/10531_128394232662_598982662_2469313_267984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379469917828105186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much for today.&lt;br /&gt;Haikal's been discharged!&lt;br /&gt;That's the major thing.&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks to two-three days.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he awesome? :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for him.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I'm going to miss the hospital and how much trouble it caused me, Shaqdah and Tiara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, as what I mentioned earlier, nothing much for today.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I haven't even started on my art. :\&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm inviting trouble.&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to start tomorrow anyway. And I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Get well darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I mean to that person who has a fever cos he doesn't know how to take care of himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/cobra+starship/track/hollaback+boy" title="'Cobra Starship - Hollaback Boy' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Cobra Starship - Hollaback Boy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8397241264774802661?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8397241264774802661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-much-for-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8397241264774802661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8397241264774802661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/nothing-much-for-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sqe3Y3wLQ-I/AAAAAAAAA5M/by7H8B8Klts/s72-c/10531_128394232662_598982662_2469313_267984_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-8373668757097771971</id><published>2009-09-08T22:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:04:29.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm very pissed now actually.</title><content type='html'>I'm currently mad with everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed with how dad took my iPod's USB, for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed with how the sink is overflowed with dirty dishes, waiting to be washed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed with how facebook is flooding my e-mail's inbox.&lt;br /&gt;I'm very pissed with how I get notified in facebook about how the hell this and that commented on this and that's profile too.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who is Wendy, why the hell must her name come up every thirty freaking seconds, just cause she commented on some photo that I'm not even knowledgeable of.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what nail polish I must have.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, outrageous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8373668757097771971?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8373668757097771971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-very-pissed-now-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8373668757097771971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8373668757097771971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-very-pissed-now-actually.html' title='I&apos;m very pissed now actually.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-20643117974139113</id><published>2009-09-08T22:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T23:38:11.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SqZq1glLPNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jS3F6-mJSfI/s1600-h/P9081803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SqZq1glLPNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jS3F6-mJSfI/s400/P9081803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379104272452107474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the hospital to visit Haikal. Again.&lt;br /&gt;He's still the same, I think.&lt;br /&gt;His left eye is still partly closed, so I don't think stuffs are getting absolutely better.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope the boy would get better, I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going to the hospital's quite fun, we bond while the patient is being stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Haikal would copy those special kids. It's damn stupid, nevertheless it kept us entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conscience is bugging me now.&lt;br /&gt;Why? I didn't leave my iPod with the bored boy.&lt;br /&gt;I know how lethal boredom can be.&lt;br /&gt;I can imagine him, in that cold, strange place... iPod-less.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;I should have left my iPod with him...&lt;br /&gt;Geeeeeeee, I'm angry with myself now.&lt;br /&gt;*breathe in-breathe out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking whether should I pay another visit tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... shall decide tomorrow then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get well damn soon brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angelika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Now playing: &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/artist/jay+sean/track/down+%28feat.+lil+wayne%29" title="'Jay Sean - Down (Feat. Lil' Wayne)' - open on FoxyTunes Planet"&gt;Jay Sean - Down (Feat. Lil' Wayne)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;via &lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;FoxyTunes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-20643117974139113?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/20643117974139113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-hospital-to-visit-haikal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/20643117974139113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/20643117974139113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-hospital-to-visit-haikal.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SqZq1glLPNI/AAAAAAAAA5E/jS3F6-mJSfI/s72-c/P9081803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-389353804635525556</id><published>2009-09-07T22:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T23:08:02.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You may never know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SqUXwjWJv2I/AAAAAAAAA48/ZzwPUyvV6Ls/s1600-h/P9071767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SqUXwjWJv2I/AAAAAAAAA48/ZzwPUyvV6Ls/s400/P9071767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378731452853239650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Around 2pm today, a weird vibe came rushing through me.&lt;br /&gt;The song obsessed playing. I saw my phone saying "Ayin", I picked it up, thinking what does Ain want from me.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" I answered, still curious.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, Angie..."&lt;br /&gt;It didn't sound like Ain, the voice wasn't that sweet.&lt;br /&gt;"...Angie, Haikal kat hospital taw" (Angie, Haikal's at the hospital)&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?! Who are you sia?" I was already worried, yet reluctant to believe. My friend's not the type who'd get hospitalized, besides, he's doing his camp. What's the worse that can happen to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, Angie! I'm Tiara la, Haikal's in the hospital." Tiara was murmuring, and I thought it was stupid.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?! How come? What happened? And why are you murmuring?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm inside the library. Jag told us that Haikal's in the hospital, we also called Hendra to confirm...I think we're going to visit him tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;I thought, why must it be tomorrow, why not today.&lt;br /&gt;"Today la!"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhm.. K uh, I'm going to ask Shaqdah first"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After thirty minute-full of anxiety, we met at Yew Tee MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;It took us quite a while to reach Outram.&lt;br /&gt;I swear, if you were with us, the negative vibe Shaqdah was sending was totally lethal.&lt;br /&gt;She was so worried that it's already irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached SGH, I thought "Nothing so sentimental could happen."&lt;br /&gt;Shaqdah kindly asked the receptionist where's this patient, which is Haikal.&lt;br /&gt;She gave us this yellow paper, to fill in Haikal's name.&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling fine.&lt;br /&gt;We gave her back the paper, so that we'd know Haikal's whereabouts. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the paper, filled with the information about Haikal's whereabouts...&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly felt like breaking down, no exaggeration.&lt;br /&gt;I felt scared.&lt;br /&gt;"Damn, he really is in here." My conscience told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before we met Haikal, it took us quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;Paper works.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of garbage are needed to be filled up, so that we can meet our friend.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking, what would they feel if they're in our shoes.&lt;br /&gt;Again, Shaqdah was getting annoyed. Anxious. Paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;We called Hendra, and then Hendra asked their maid to fetch us.&lt;br /&gt;The poor lady went up and down and went back up again, just to get us in Haikal's ward.&lt;br /&gt;I give SGH's service towards the visitors a rating of 1/10.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that they are just doing this precaution shits, but please la, don't overdo it.&lt;br /&gt;It was causing a hell lot of people inconvenience. Which is, damn stupid. Very very stupid to that.&lt;br /&gt;Not like the visitors, would stay at the ward forever.&lt;br /&gt;It's damn stupid. Grrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after an hour...&lt;br /&gt;We finally managed to see Haikal.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks aunty (insert name here) for causing yourself so much trouble just to get us in.&lt;br /&gt;Haikal looks fine, just that his eyes doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to explain what happened to his eye though.&lt;br /&gt;But overall he's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Though he mentioned that there's a high chance of him getting blind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether he was kidding, but I hope he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to visit him again.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know with who.. but, I can go there on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess till here yea?&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bro, you got to be fine like overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The group loves you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get well very very soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelika&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-389353804635525556?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/389353804635525556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-may-never-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/389353804635525556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/389353804635525556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-may-never-know.html' title='You may never know.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SqUXwjWJv2I/AAAAAAAAA48/ZzwPUyvV6Ls/s72-c/P9071767.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-2644956773593845033</id><published>2009-09-04T17:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T23:01:12.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IAGU</title><content type='html'>Last day for term 3 today.&lt;br /&gt;I thought something memorable or whatever is going to happen today, it turned out to be something so boring.&lt;br /&gt;I went home straight, didn't even bother to do the social studies task, we're supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;I was suppose to go to Jein's place, but ended up not doing so. BOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my results were okay-ish, but not totally, it's low.&lt;br /&gt;I dropped drastically.&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm at it(dropping), my classmates seized the chance. Booooo!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, oh well, I'm happy cause I'm getting my old self back..&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I'd be fine by the end of the year.&lt;br /&gt;My report card has this comment: "Angelika has to concentrate more on her academic results blah blah instead of unimportant things".&lt;br /&gt;I thought, was/is it really unimportant?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back, yes, I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;But looking on how I am now, after the whole ordeal. I think my spirit's totally wasted now. On the positive side, I think I've grown so much as a person.&lt;br /&gt;It took me a major disaster before I've finally grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think I'm going to give all this thing up.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether I'm going to get back on these words, but at least for now I'm going to take a breather.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of getting myself disappointed, and getting myself to think of despair.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't shove away the thought though. The THOUGHT.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still hoping, yet I'm stopping.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can.&lt;br /&gt;Though I said forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2644956773593845033?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2644956773593845033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/iagu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2644956773593845033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2644956773593845033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/iagu.html' title='IAGU'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2034416298776349826</id><published>2009-09-01T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:46:49.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcus' happy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sp0z0bAuShI/AAAAAAAAA4U/U-c9zJyTM_s/s1600-h/P9011698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sp0z0bAuShI/AAAAAAAAA4U/U-c9zJyTM_s/s320/P9011698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376510505847245330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out today with Andre, Fitra, Marcus, Fendi, Zhao Shan and Elton.&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Final Destination with Andre,Fitra, Elton and Marcus, at Cathay.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Final D's rating is M18, but because of Angie's magic we managed to watch it. (Me what.. :D)&lt;br /&gt;I was practically covering my eyes the whole time. I couldn't take some scenes. Eeeee. :\&lt;br /&gt;After that we hung out(?), and then accompanied Fitra to break his fast.&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Thai Express. Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, that was practically my day.&lt;br /&gt;I had fun though. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Uggggh.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Angelika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2034416298776349826?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2034416298776349826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/marcus-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2034416298776349826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2034416298776349826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/09/marcus-happy-day.html' title='Marcus&apos; happy day'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sp0z0bAuShI/AAAAAAAAA4U/U-c9zJyTM_s/s72-c/P9011698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-7300009067475607007</id><published>2009-08-30T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:40:31.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it still haunts me.</title><content type='html'>I had this dream, like two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to wake up, cos it was really a great dream.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I seemed important.&lt;br /&gt;I mean to that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the look on the person's face.&lt;br /&gt;The pain, the anxiety... The sight of his face left me an impression. I was important.&lt;br /&gt;I awoke with the thought, perhaps I'm really important to the person.&lt;br /&gt;I completely forgot, it was a dream. A beautiful one to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trusted, I hoped. The route of despair, I tried to ignore.&lt;br /&gt;I saw a light at the end of the tunnel. It was just an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah.&lt;br /&gt;I don't exactly know what I'm going to do.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on? But what Angelika told me this morning was to let it all off.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God, tell me what am I going to do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7300009067475607007?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7300009067475607007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-still-haunts-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7300009067475607007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7300009067475607007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-still-haunts-me.html' title='it still haunts me.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6362382529545096862</id><published>2009-08-29T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T22:51:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>youth rally</title><content type='html'>Was out the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Had this youth rally in St Ignatius Church.&lt;br /&gt;It was better than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;And I totally dig my shirt, cause it's yellow.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;I managed to make friends, Hilda and Sophia.&lt;br /&gt;And Sophia happened to know Rachel Teo.&lt;br /&gt;Which happened to bring us, a bit closer. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Cause at least we have the same thing in common.&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it, I can't possibly blog about how we sang and everything during the rally.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6362382529545096862?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6362382529545096862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/youth-rally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6362382529545096862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6362382529545096862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/youth-rally.html' title='youth rally'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6011877464066696090</id><published>2009-08-28T19:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:34:08.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The proposal</title><content type='html'>Watched The Proposal today with Tiara.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was okay-ish, it was a bit short(?)&lt;br /&gt;Like, I thought it wasn't going  to end yet or something, then suddenly all the lights in the cinema went on.&lt;br /&gt;I literally went like "kanina!" Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was touching like really.&lt;br /&gt;It's really magical to see how love can grow and such. HAHAHA. Gay much.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.. That's it for my Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Darrrn!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to fail my overall.&lt;br /&gt;And the last thing I'm looking forward for now is, September 4.. (is it?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead with my parents..&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what would they tell me, whether they'd consider my past situation and such.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm starting to get back to the game, so I guess by the end of the year I'd be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;God, bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Need to sleep early today, needa wake up early tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I got this rally thing...&lt;br /&gt;Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;:\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6011877464066696090?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6011877464066696090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/proposal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6011877464066696090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6011877464066696090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/proposal.html' title='The proposal'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1067142587098857139</id><published>2009-08-25T21:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T21:17:47.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg, Ice age much</title><content type='html'>Lol, so now, who missed me?&lt;br /&gt;Jein of course... I know so, cause she asked me to do this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's been ages indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And my readers missed hell lot!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also missed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm going to try my very best to catch up as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;On top of the stuffs I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;Like there's a lot of them actually, but but! I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Time's running faster than the speed of light...&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;I think so, right...&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, Today...&lt;br /&gt;went to lotty with Tiara.&lt;br /&gt;She's amazing when she has dough..&lt;br /&gt;Lol..&lt;br /&gt;We got a couple of "twin" stuffs now, cause of the dough...&lt;br /&gt;We bonded. (awwww!)&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whatev.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxoo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1067142587098857139?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1067142587098857139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-ice-age-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1067142587098857139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1067142587098857139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-ice-age-much.html' title='Omg, Ice age much'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1239279922994122723</id><published>2009-08-04T11:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:56:04.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killer</title><content type='html'>Geeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;It's been years since I last blogged man!!&lt;br /&gt;Super boring at home I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I am at school now,supposed to be doing some "research" for Social Studies.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't exactly know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Jiamin was asking me to do something. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, life was getting better.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. WAS.&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without facebook killssssssss!&lt;br /&gt;Fatal fatal fatal!&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think I shall end it right here, I am already speechless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1239279922994122723?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1239279922994122723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/killer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1239279922994122723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1239279922994122723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/08/killer.html' title='Killer'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-7464760222455762186</id><published>2009-07-27T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:07:20.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back</title><content type='html'>At Jein's place now actually...&lt;br /&gt;Did the Art project..&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr...&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm going to strive hard to ace art, I can't afford to get stereotyped and stuff again just because of it...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I'm not going to blog for quite a while people...&lt;br /&gt;Ishhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;I guess by then, I'm going to have a lot of stuffs to say already...&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...&lt;br /&gt;Comp's down anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Long story, I don't wish to elaborate about it...&lt;br /&gt;Makes me sad. :(&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to stop right here.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps..&lt;br /&gt;I''m going to ask Jein to take care of my baby..&lt;br /&gt;I know Jein will be more than willing.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;Angelika&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7464760222455762186?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7464760222455762186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7464760222455762186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7464760222455762186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-be-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3178186451991446434</id><published>2009-07-24T17:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T18:22:00.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuming!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Just what do you want, person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ito yan oh, hindi naman na tayo eh, bakit nagpapaepal ka pa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naaasar kaya ako sa'yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with you.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you're doing, stop it will you?&lt;br /&gt;You're provoking meeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Asar asar asar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Bahala ka sa buhay mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3178186451991446434?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3178186451991446434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3178186451991446434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3178186451991446434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/fuming.html' title='fuming!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-230252248564318759</id><published>2009-07-22T21:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T21:57:07.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're so genre-ish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Jein here, blogging for Ms DDG!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to blog yesterday, suck.&lt;br /&gt;Blogspot is acting like a VIP, I wonder what's up with that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;Shaqdah went berserk, people.&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;i&gt;scary&lt;/i&gt; and extremely hilarious at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Scary was italisized, because.. Shaqdah went insane.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I've been making a fool out of that situation like nobody's business man.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I think that's the most significant happening.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jein&lt;/span&gt; was absent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missed her like so much&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today...&lt;br /&gt;Actually nothing much had happened...&lt;br /&gt;After gazillion years Haikal finally came back to school.&lt;br /&gt;The fella has a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep already.&lt;br /&gt;Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selamat malam kawan-kawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-230252248564318759?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/230252248564318759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-so-genre-ish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/230252248564318759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/230252248564318759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/youre-so-genre-ish.html' title='You&apos;re so genre-ish'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-9046922996330243007</id><published>2009-07-20T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T17:43:48.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you don't really care at all</title><content type='html'>Oh well, I think I'm going to start a new private blog.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, so I can type out stuffs I can't really type here.&lt;br /&gt;I think yeah, that would be good.&lt;br /&gt;In some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, anyway, there won't be too many secrets...&lt;br /&gt;If it's toooooooo personal then I shall spill it all out there.&lt;br /&gt;If it's just personal, this would be the blog I'm using.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I won't ignore this blog. NEVER.&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been with me all these while, so I'm going to stick with it.. and will update, perhaps EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah..&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall create a private blog then... after this post.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, the morality question that was asked during church session, is still lingering within me.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to answer, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Especially, when you consider &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALITY&lt;/span&gt; very well.&lt;br /&gt;The situation would be this, let's say you're a woman who's having a baby, blah blah, the doctor told you that the baby wouldn't be normal, wouldn't live a normal life at all.. Would you consider abortion?&lt;br /&gt;Easy to answer? At first glance, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;My answer was "just keep the baby, everybody has the right to live..." . Trues isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;However, would you be able to bear seeing your child grow up living in ridicule, going through pain all through his life, and so on and so forth...&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, some people would say such things as, "just keep the baby, because he or she is God's blessing", "Keep it, God gave him or her for a reason" and a lot more reasons.(like me)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which side am I in anyway, but I think the baby should live, at least give him or her some chance to feel life.&lt;br /&gt;However, the life wouldn't be a normal life, it would be a painful journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall not create the private blog today, I lost the mood suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-9046922996330243007?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/9046922996330243007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-really-care-at-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/9046922996330243007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/9046922996330243007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-dont-really-care-at-all.html' title='you don&apos;t really care at all'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4817495208882813901</id><published>2009-07-19T16:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:08:19.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing (missing) you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SmLiHY8XzkI/AAAAAAAAA4M/dBDJSzKrocI/s1600-h/P6071133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SmLiHY8XzkI/AAAAAAAAA4M/dBDJSzKrocI/s320/P6071133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360095123106942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Remember how I laughed because of your face in this photo? Imy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;For the first time, I went somewhere, where I'm alone.&lt;br /&gt;It was weird yet worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I went to church alone. Geeeeeeeeee, alone.&lt;br /&gt;However, like what I said, it was all worthwhile. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really goes through me whenever I have somebody to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today, the gospel and all things were really digested and everything. (cause I'm alone)&lt;br /&gt;I did the reflections and such yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall just leave that part alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, like what I said, I was alone, right?&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I'm alone I'd ponder and everything. (who knows I'm like that? Raise your hand :P)&lt;br /&gt;On my way home...&lt;br /&gt;Despite having Black Eyed Peas as my background, the thought was just too strong. (or was it just my feelings?)&lt;br /&gt;I feel like doing something I shall not do or even think about. (Yes, again.)&lt;br /&gt;The ugly part of pondering.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I am NOT trying to consider that thing.&lt;br /&gt;..Or, perhaps I'm just going to watch how would things go first.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4817495208882813901?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4817495208882813901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-missing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4817495208882813901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4817495208882813901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/missing-missing-you.html' title='Missing (missing) you'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SmLiHY8XzkI/AAAAAAAAA4M/dBDJSzKrocI/s72-c/P6071133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-2758182521559636340</id><published>2009-07-18T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:47:38.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet me halfway</title><content type='html'>Session today really got me thinking. &lt;div&gt;It made me think about situations an average kid wouldn't give a hoot about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's really bothering me is freewill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why, but I don't understand why is there such things as "freewill"...while...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I shall not talk about this, cause this may bore you readers. Whatev.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No happenings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awwww, I want a text-mate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I want one who is up to my standards. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I have yet to return Gabriel his bible, I was thinking of giving it back to him just now but he was nowhere in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I can return it to him by tomorrow, or else, I'd keep it. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Get back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss the outings, the laughters, the secrets we shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my old clique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way we were like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An ideal group, yes that's what we were like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The group which seemed perfect to my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invincible, yes we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were cause it seems like we are drifting apart now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Situations are manipulating us, instead of the other way round.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, I'm sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know nothing's going to change the story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, can you seek forgiveness in your heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And perhaps, let's start again from the start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I've betrayed you, in some way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, can you please just stay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're one of the greatest I ever had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't afford to lose you just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please friend, I beg you.. Please, hold on tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know whether you'd still forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But please, try?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the sake of the memories we once had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The outings, the laughters, the secrets we shared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know there's more than just that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2758182521559636340?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2758182521559636340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-me-halfway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2758182521559636340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2758182521559636340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/meet-me-halfway.html' title='meet me halfway'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3383863478926396812</id><published>2009-07-18T11:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T12:09:20.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what keeps me going</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SmFJWgRONzI/AAAAAAAAA30/gAq9QyVOYnY/s1600-h/duh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SmFJWgRONzI/AAAAAAAAA30/gAq9QyVOYnY/s320/duh.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359645682515719986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lol, and this is for my 200.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I have nothing to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I shall not reminisce, not in the mood for it.&lt;br /&gt;Church later on, yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done the morality work thingo.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/COMPAQ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3383863478926396812?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3383863478926396812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-keeps-me-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3383863478926396812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3383863478926396812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-keeps-me-going.html' title='what keeps me going'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SmFJWgRONzI/AAAAAAAAA30/gAq9QyVOYnY/s72-c/duh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-3400146503071495802</id><published>2009-07-17T23:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T21:44:38.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more</title><content type='html'>This is my 199th post so one more then it's going to be 200 posts! Yay!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today's been rather plain. I've got nothing much to say.&lt;br /&gt;Oy, DTE guy.. I miss you leh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;high tops, high tops I love you. OMG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3400146503071495802?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3400146503071495802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3400146503071495802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3400146503071495802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-more.html' title='one more'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6669569307706689616</id><published>2009-07-16T18:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:56:23.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm your girl</title><content type='html'>So, I started a day with a prayer. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Day went on as per normal.&lt;br /&gt;Haikal and Vanessa didn't come to school today, both of them are sick.&lt;br /&gt;Get well both of you, I miss the both of you like for real.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things got a pinch bit better(?)&lt;br /&gt;Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Impossible... Uh, I have no things to say already.&lt;br /&gt;Sooner or later I'll let go, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooooh.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Shaqdah bebe,&lt;br /&gt;Since you want things this way, I'll leave it all to you.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll be happy with whatever decision you've made.&lt;br /&gt;Like, what I said just now, I'd always be right here for you, like what you did to me when I needed a somebody so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Girl, all I want you to be is happy, so I'm really hoping that you've made the right decision.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say here. I guess, I've already told you every mushy thing I need to say when we were in the classroom just now.&lt;br /&gt;Ily, and like what I said to Vanessa, I got your back.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6669569307706689616?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6669569307706689616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-your-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6669569307706689616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6669569307706689616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-your-girl.html' title='i&apos;m your girl'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1641131300649569748</id><published>2009-07-15T22:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:18:03.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still going on</title><content type='html'>It's been a month my dearest person, remember?&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one month.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but reminisce still.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I reminisce water works would start.&lt;br /&gt;Remember how you called me that time when mom was hospitalized?&lt;br /&gt;When I was dead worried that I cried.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I told you I am crying you called me straight away.&lt;br /&gt;I'd never forget that moment, you cared for me like nobody did.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you care for me.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1641131300649569748?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1641131300649569748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-going-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1641131300649569748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1641131300649569748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-going-on.html' title='still going on'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3864498472215734900</id><published>2009-07-15T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:02:07.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>imy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;I miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3864498472215734900?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3864498472215734900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/imy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3864498472215734900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3864498472215734900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/imy.html' title='imy'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2841583679342921843</id><published>2009-07-14T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:45:29.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed just like a salad</title><content type='html'>Nothing's getting better, perhaps I think some stuffs are getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can wake up tomorrow having my old group back. Nothing else, but the group. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what I've done to have myself (and my friends) ended up in this kind of situation.&lt;br /&gt;Everything hurts, but I just smile. We just smile.&lt;br /&gt;I still laugh, when something is funny. We still laugh&lt;br /&gt;However, behind every smile is the truth. Cliche much.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing would make things better. Still.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can make me smile like how I used to smile. Like how I used to be so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen is still ignoring us.&lt;br /&gt;Salina and Tiara are fighting, Tiara's pissed with Salina like big time.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is feeling miserable. Super.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Tiara is feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;Fitra is feeling miserable.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I guess everybody is.&lt;br /&gt;To top it all off, some blabbermouth said we're the "step" kind of group.&lt;br /&gt;I can't be bothered with you blabbermouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering, will this obstacle bring us closer... or the other way round?&lt;br /&gt;I hope our friendship is strong enough to get over this thing.&lt;br /&gt;I can't afford to lose you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Losing a somebody feels painful enough.&lt;br /&gt;Please, I beg you guys... Hold on tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt; bebe,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so good with comforting people, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;And, yes the feeling of being abandoned sucks.&lt;br /&gt;However, you'll get over everything soon.&lt;br /&gt;Just have a proper mindset about everything, do whatever you want to do.&lt;br /&gt;Stay if you want to, walk off if you can't take things anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens, I'm here, I got your back.&lt;br /&gt;Cry out loud if you want to, if that will make you feel better.&lt;br /&gt;But please don't do it infront of me. It kills, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Just open your heart to everything girl, everything would be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First few days you'll feel empty, yes.. I know.&lt;br /&gt;That's why there's such things called as friends.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know it's different, the feeling would be different.&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't feel as if you're belonged and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm still feeling that way, but nothing will help us if we can't help ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pick yourself up and start over again.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat, I got your back.&lt;br /&gt;I'm with you.&lt;br /&gt;ily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2841583679342921843?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2841583679342921843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/mixed-just-like-salad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2841583679342921843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2841583679342921843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/mixed-just-like-salad.html' title='Mixed just like a salad'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-8577564320377007895</id><published>2009-07-13T18:26:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:16:03.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DML</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlsVaJH4zOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iziqFUCBx-k/s1600-h/n1134642800_455815_7776946.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlsVaJH4zOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iziqFUCBx-k/s320/n1134642800_455815_7776946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357899720557120738" border="0" /&gt;[Click on the photo, to see how perfect down memory lane is]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Every person in the group could be saying, I hope this and that blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I should have done this and that blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Everybody knows, we couldn't turn back the time and redo whatever we've done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To correct every mistake that we saw coming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And prevent a tragedy from happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;If I am granted with one wish, I wouldn't be wishing for world peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I would wish for everything I once had and loved dearly to be mine again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes, it maybe or IS selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But I swear that's what I ONLY wish for, I can replace it with every little thing I have that seems so important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;However, nothing is so important to me, compared to my family and what my life WAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes, everybody has their own ups and downs. Unfortunately, I'm having my downs...all the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And unfortunately, there's nobody for me to lean on to except for my friends. Just my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Down memory lane-"where everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; perfect" That's the only place where I want to be. And I wish where I am now. And I believe that's where I belong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yes, it's foolish to live in the past, cause it will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;However, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;won't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; stop praying or hoping or trusting or expecting or whatever for this thing to end, be back to to its original state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8577564320377007895?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8577564320377007895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/dml.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8577564320377007895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8577564320377007895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/dml.html' title='DML'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlsVaJH4zOI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iziqFUCBx-k/s72-c/n1134642800_455815_7776946.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-360339372563832216</id><published>2009-07-12T19:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:23:14.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at one</title><content type='html'>I asked Jein to blog for me yesterday, so the whole blog thing was Jein-ish.&lt;br /&gt;Except the words and the whole idea of the post though, cause I texted her what to say and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Like what Jein posted for me, I can relate real well with all the sharing and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;That guy Marcus, he's really really cute.&lt;br /&gt;I guess when God threw away all the cuteness, he caught every single piece.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the Gabriel guy for letting me use his bible (he gave it to me voluntarily)&lt;br /&gt;Awwww.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he left the session without taking his bible back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Went for mass.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Gabriel guy.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-360339372563832216?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/360339372563832216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-at-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/360339372563832216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/360339372563832216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-at-one.html' title='back at one'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1951230384399592751</id><published>2009-07-11T21:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T22:18:00.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg... NOT!</title><content type='html'>[&lt;em&gt;Jein here! :D posting for Angiie... hehe... so, the following words are from Ms DDG, okay? :D&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SecQj5pqLuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jkQVGds8HSI/s1600-h/jein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 105px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325243293345918690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SecQj5pqLuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jkQVGds8HSI/s320/jein.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Church with Jein today was totally eye-opening.&lt;br /&gt;My conscience was bugged lot of times.&lt;br /&gt;I swear everytime my church mates talk I can relate to it real well.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm ecstatic, everytime I'm in that room. Like literally.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, learned a lot today.. Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;em&gt;And that's the end for what she wants to say. Hehe. Well, she forgot a big thing... WE WENT TO COFFEE BEAN AND I PAID FOR HER HOT CHOCO. I'm so nice... tsk tsk :D&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;x&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngie&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;ein&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward for the next session.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1951230384399592751?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1951230384399592751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1951230384399592751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1951230384399592751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/omg-not.html' title='omg... NOT!'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SecQj5pqLuI/AAAAAAAAAkw/jkQVGds8HSI/s72-c/jein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-136869868528266792</id><published>2009-07-11T10:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:02:02.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>I don't know what's the point of saying sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Pero, Stephen...  I'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I didn't tell you everything, though I am knowledgeable about everything.&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want you to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I was the closest to you, yet I didn't tell you.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I didn't do it cause I want you to be left in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;I did it, cause I don't want you to get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least, I don't want to be the person who'll break her bestfriend's heart.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you're still gonna talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;But I beg you, forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been such an amazing friend, and there I was lying to you.&lt;br /&gt;Lying about everything that might cause you a major affliction.&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to tell you though, but I told myself to just get my ass off the scene.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't prove the whole meaning of friendship thing.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know whether you're going to forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayaw ko lang kasi na masaktan ka talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi sa ayaw ko na sabihin sa'yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinabi ko key mommy lahat, sabi nia sabihin ko daw sa'yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero, hindi ko talaga kaya na ako yung magbreabreak ng bad news sa'yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko naman akalain na magtu-turn out na ganito 'to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-136869868528266792?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/136869868528266792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/136869868528266792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/136869868528266792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry_11.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4552841509089699845</id><published>2009-07-10T16:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T19:12:45.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear it's still you.</title><content type='html'>After the whole fiasco last night, I realized something.&lt;br /&gt;Which gave me this strong desire to do something I shall not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm still making up my mind whether I shall do it.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of any negative outcome though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You....&lt;br /&gt;You should know who you are, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if you're reading this.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS YOU&lt;/span&gt;, get that?&lt;br /&gt;I miss our little his and hellos.&lt;br /&gt;Our late night conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how your smile melts my heart (cause apparently, you don't even look at me now. right?)&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we used to care for each other.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how we used to wait for one another.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your touch (yeah, sounds gay)&lt;br /&gt;I miss calling you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I miss fighting with you for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sitting beside you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your gay messages.&lt;br /&gt;I miss our gay conversations.&lt;br /&gt;I miss how you made me smile with every little thing you do.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going home with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss our crissy crossy kinda thing.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sharing drinks with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss looking forward to school, just because I want to see you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the adrenaline rush you give me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the butterflies in my stomach everytime I see you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss saying I love you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss hearing you love me too.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bill having thousands of numbers of sent messages.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your messages.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your proper messages.&lt;br /&gt;I miss listening to every love song, thinking about US.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old me, smiling just the very mention of you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss bragging about how perfect you are.&lt;br /&gt;I miss thinking about how awesome you are.&lt;br /&gt;I miss knowing that you care for me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping with a smile on my face, knowing I'll be with you again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I miss staring at your lovely lovely eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I miss knowing your every move.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my daily dosage of drama.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you calling me, the very moment you think I'm angry.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old me, ignoring almost everything just to text you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the old me, having overflowing amount of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you inspire me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss betting, whether you'd call me or what.&lt;br /&gt;I miss waiting for your message, even I know you've already fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your sexy voice whenever you're sleepy, and  I'd beg you to stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;I miss accompanying you to anywhere you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the times, when you were being gay with your heart-shaped and worm sweeties.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your I love yous.&lt;br /&gt;I miss your smiley faces which makes me really smile.&lt;br /&gt;I miss knowing that you are mine.&lt;br /&gt;I miss knowing I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;I miss asking permissions to go out, using you as my ultimate excuse.&lt;br /&gt;I miss telling you almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;These three would cut everything short.&lt;br /&gt;I miss me with you.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4552841509089699845?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4552841509089699845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-its-still-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4552841509089699845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4552841509089699845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-swear-its-still-you.html' title='I swear it&apos;s still you.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-38922370405070141</id><published>2009-07-09T21:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:17:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got it all figured out</title><content type='html'>Had a tiff with my dad just now.&lt;br /&gt;It was no average tiff, I cried. Not that I'm saying it's so weird for me to cry...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, the reason why I cried isn't because we fought.&lt;br /&gt;But because he said something, which made me realize/think/or whatever you call that word, about stuffs that I thought I got over already.&lt;br /&gt;I got really annoyed, and yeah.. broke down.&lt;br /&gt;It was really annoying, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-38922370405070141?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/38922370405070141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-it-all-figured-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/38922370405070141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/38922370405070141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-got-it-all-figured-out.html' title='I got it all figured out'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-8560558352634532508</id><published>2009-07-09T18:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:22:00.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>islyvm</title><content type='html'>Today's been plain.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I admit.. every day's plain since the term started.&lt;br /&gt;School started being like some sort of a chore to me.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's the thing...&lt;br /&gt;I've got a friend, which suddenly became so...different (?)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's up with him, like nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I hope he's just happy with whatever he's doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are so different now.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't like how these things are different.&lt;br /&gt;It ticks me off, big time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish to GET BACK.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, get back-Fitra.&lt;br /&gt;That person kept on singing that get back song, he's out to disturb me... Thank you very much!&lt;br /&gt;I mean to Fitra.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I have no comments though.&lt;br /&gt;I... Lol, forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I wonder why every unfortunate thing that can happen to a person is happening to me currently.&lt;br /&gt;My dad is picking on me like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he sees me, he'll ask me to study and everything, and will scream (?) at me.&lt;br /&gt;It's downright pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Family,friends,(another thing I don't think I shall mention).&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything worse than this? Omg, I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can get through this...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8560558352634532508?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8560558352634532508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/islyvm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8560558352634532508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8560558352634532508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/islyvm.html' title='islyvm'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2445394169637815263</id><published>2009-07-08T22:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:41:22.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deep down under</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling down practically the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless the awesome bunch never failed me. :)&lt;br /&gt;Speechless and tired.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2445394169637815263?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2445394169637815263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/deep-down-under.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2445394169637815263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2445394169637815263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/deep-down-under.html' title='deep down under'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-952890131048515798</id><published>2009-07-07T17:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T18:23:45.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything but that</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlMiGzg8tGI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Rk0VD44oXp4/s1600-h/P7061263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlMiGzg8tGI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Rk0VD44oXp4/s320/P7061263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355661882176615522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everything was perfect yesterday but the going home part.&lt;br /&gt;I swear it was worse than suicide.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed like mad, camwhored like there's no tomorrow, and did lots of crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The three of us (Haikal, Shaqdah and I) can rule the world, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Fish&amp;amp;Co., with a fixed thought that without a doubt we can afford everything (cause Yuan Jun was with us. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;When we went in, Yuan Jun said he won't spend more than $20.&lt;br /&gt;We tried to persuade him, but nothing worked. Gah.&lt;br /&gt;We had no choice but to get ourselves out of the said place, but we don't know how to.&lt;br /&gt;We did something to get ourselves out of the place and it worked, without getting ourselves into  hall of shame.&lt;br /&gt;It was very embarrassing though. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Then, from Plaza Sing, we walked walked walked to Cineleisure...&lt;br /&gt;Ended up eating at BK.&lt;br /&gt;Haikal and I made fun of Shaqdah all the way, saying that she's boring and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, I tell you, we laughed like mad. Mad.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah,  went home..&lt;br /&gt;Went home suicidally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Today&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's been helping me.&lt;br /&gt;I envy my (best) friends.&lt;br /&gt;No further explanations why...&lt;br /&gt;But, if you're curious.. you're very welcome to ask me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-952890131048515798?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/952890131048515798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-but-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/952890131048515798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/952890131048515798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/everything-but-that.html' title='everything but that'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlMiGzg8tGI/AAAAAAAAA3c/Rk0VD44oXp4/s72-c/P7061263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-2765330972259480730</id><published>2009-07-07T17:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T17:54:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got to</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You've got to live life, not think about it. Step into the midst of things, try and fail and learn and stand up again. The question is not whether you will or will not make mistakes - you will. The question is do you want to learn and grow, or do you want to shrink back and be stuck? Take that step you've been avoiding. You can succeed, or you can get feedback that it didn't work, but in either case you are sure to feel alive.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2765330972259480730?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2765330972259480730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2765330972259480730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2765330972259480730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-to.html' title='I&apos;ve got to'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2532911434234374980</id><published>2009-07-06T01:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T10:02:29.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlDdwqoRtFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ga3qY6LQAcU/s1600-h/yuanjunsleeping.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlDdwqoRtFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ga3qY6LQAcU/s400/yuanjunsleeping.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355023785090200658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lol! Yuan Jun! Surprise!&lt;br /&gt;Classic kind of thing man.&lt;br /&gt;I find this thing real hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, yes I was talking to Yuan Jun.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;So here you go buddy, if ever you're wondering how do you look like when you're sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Tadaaa!&lt;br /&gt;OMG.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever laa.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2532911434234374980?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2532911434234374980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2532911434234374980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2532911434234374980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for laughs'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlDdwqoRtFI/AAAAAAAAA3M/ga3qY6LQAcU/s72-c/yuanjunsleeping.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-989104140031504674</id><published>2009-07-05T22:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T23:26:36.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try to find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlDAnvv8SxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/gGKBT3RLgOM/s1600-h/SNC02463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlDAnvv8SxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/gGKBT3RLgOM/s320/SNC02463.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354991746008501010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My church mate mentioned, not to expect but trust.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to interject and say "How can you not expect?"&lt;br /&gt;Reality check, everybody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you expect a person to forget, when you're asking her to forget the best damn moment of her life.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody has their own treasured moments, and I believe... That's the only thing that can last forever. It's kept safely, inside ones heart.&lt;br /&gt;Clicheeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the church's song is stuck in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;It goes like "...glory to God in the highest and peace to his people on Earth..." Exact same phrase's been playing like some spoilt recorder in my brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-989104140031504674?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/989104140031504674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/try-to-find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/989104140031504674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/989104140031504674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/try-to-find-me.html' title='try to find me'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SlDAnvv8SxI/AAAAAAAAA3E/gGKBT3RLgOM/s72-c/SNC02463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-605449488294069102</id><published>2009-07-05T19:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T19:50:55.462+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I learned...</title><content type='html'>Went to church again today, went with Salina. Again.&lt;br /&gt;Coolnessity!&lt;br /&gt;But, it was embarrassing when the couple beside me asked Salina to stop talking.&lt;br /&gt;Even before the whole asking her to stop talking, I was already asking the bitch to stop talking, yet she continued to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she went on with how she wants to receive the communion.&lt;br /&gt;I told her, she can't and everything... Lol, silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;Then blah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm learning alot of stuffs these past two days...&lt;br /&gt;This will carry on...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;Shall understand life further and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-605449488294069102?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/605449488294069102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/605449488294069102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/605449488294069102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-learned.html' title='I learned...'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4476424161543866064</id><published>2009-07-04T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:09:41.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it seemed like forever.</title><content type='html'>Church today...&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's the  start of something new.&lt;br /&gt;This will work out, I got a feeling that everything will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, tomorrow's church again.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, looking forward to it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4476424161543866064?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4476424161543866064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-seemed-like-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4476424161543866064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4476424161543866064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/it-seemed-like-forever.html' title='it seemed like forever.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3233036099784641530</id><published>2009-07-04T08:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T09:02:07.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>truth is, imy.</title><content type='html'>Gooooooood morning!&lt;br /&gt;I literally just got off my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Early, I know...&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here... I'm feeling weird the moment I catch the glimpse of July 3rd.&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know what's up with me these few days.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I seem fine...I repeat, seem.&lt;br /&gt;I am not upset or something. But there's this tiny feeling inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;It's so tiny that sometimes, I tend to forget and ignore. But that whenever I'm left to ponder, this tiny feeling is no longer tiny.&lt;br /&gt;It's colossal.&lt;br /&gt;It's so big that it manipulates me the moment it gets me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, it's just the missing and everything.&lt;br /&gt;But, It's killing me. Killing me.&lt;br /&gt;I want my old self back! How many times must I say that?&lt;br /&gt;I miss me, I miss you, I miss everything.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, here I go again with these pathetic lines.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder, I've been doing a lot of stuffs these past few days to get my mind off certain... stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;It's cliche, but I can never escape reality... Nobody can, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every song I sing, I swear, It makes me reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;The song Before The Worst by The Script is a brilliant song.&lt;br /&gt;Read the lyrics if you have to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3233036099784641530?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3233036099784641530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-is-imy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3233036099784641530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3233036099784641530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-is-imy.html' title='truth is, imy.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-5019624950863862998</id><published>2009-07-03T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T21:03:32.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that I've got</title><content type='html'>Omg, tireeeeeeeeeeeeed!&lt;br /&gt;Usual happenings happened. Vanessa didn't come to school, I miss her. :(&lt;br /&gt;Me and the gang got ourselves scram at around 2(?)&lt;br /&gt;Early right?&lt;br /&gt;Went our own ways and crap.&lt;br /&gt;Elton decided to collect the class shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Blah...&lt;br /&gt;Sent Stephen to Lot1, it's his OJE thing at Mcdee's today.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, if you guys want to see Stephen wiping tabletops and mopping the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Head down to Lot1's Mcdonald's. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Queensway then to collect our class shirt.&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;br /&gt;Tiara was so sweet, she bought me a pair of slippers.&lt;br /&gt;I was complaining about my feet, that it's killing me and everything.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, forgot to mention... We met Elton.&lt;br /&gt;The guy was a gentleman. Shocking.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, then headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;So, I shall end it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-5019624950863862998?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5019624950863862998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-that-ive-got.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5019624950863862998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5019624950863862998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/all-that-ive-got.html' title='All that I&apos;ve got'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3011135166055292021</id><published>2009-07-02T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:51:36.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trace your steps</title><content type='html'>Today's been a long long day.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, school's not even open for long and the amount of homework is piling up.&lt;br /&gt;School has new "officials" which we (my friends and I) aren't  familiar with. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;We need to make huge huge adjustments and everything, which sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I've got enough of adjusting myself and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today went through the rain. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Cried. For some reason, pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Then went to lot1.&lt;br /&gt;Applied for a job, and tell you people what...&lt;br /&gt;Me, Stephen and Haikal are you guys' new and upcoming  baristas. :)&lt;br /&gt;Awesome? Capital V- Very!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to work, so that I can shift my attention to other stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;At least, I am not going to waste my time, idling and thinking about some impossible stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I am trying every little thing for me to appreciate life more.&lt;br /&gt;I bet I missed a lot of it. Two years, hello.&lt;br /&gt;I need some real catching up. I give myself around 2weeks, perhaps I'm half done by then.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see, we'll see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;IWNGOYGOM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3011135166055292021?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3011135166055292021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/trace-your-steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3011135166055292021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3011135166055292021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/trace-your-steps.html' title='trace your steps'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-215219105742668231</id><published>2009-07-01T21:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T21:38:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bad trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Irritado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suck, what's up with me? Level of my endorphins seems to be going down.&lt;br /&gt;I am irritated with everything, and I mean everything.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-215219105742668231?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/215219105742668231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/215219105742668231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/215219105742668231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/bad-trip.html' title='bad trip'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-8987433948888099392</id><published>2009-07-01T18:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T18:20:37.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close yet so far</title><content type='html'>Today's WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, whatever.. It rained, it was sad. After that blah blah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shaqdah&lt;/span&gt; didn't go for school. I kind of missed her. Kind of. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the classes and everything, I had a brilliant jamming session with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danial&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haikal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool when the guys praised me for my voice. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fitra&lt;/span&gt;, hung out and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Though we didn't really did much extraordinary unforgettable stuff, I had fun.&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting at the side of the lrt station like nobody's business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for nobody by wondergirls has finally faded away.&lt;br /&gt;How fast.&lt;br /&gt;But I still do the dancing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, that's it for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-guy&lt;/span&gt;, be mine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8987433948888099392?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8987433948888099392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-close-yet-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8987433948888099392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8987433948888099392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So close yet so far'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-5885709207549256386</id><published>2009-06-30T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:41:49.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkoH0dOQwyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h0bGo9_Q7eU/s1600-h/SNC02312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkoH0dOQwyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h0bGo9_Q7eU/s320/SNC02312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353099704862294818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A stupid photo won't look stupid at all, if there's Angelika in it&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-5885709207549256386?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5885709207549256386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5885709207549256386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5885709207549256386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_30.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkoH0dOQwyI/AAAAAAAAA2c/h0bGo9_Q7eU/s72-c/SNC02312.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-5240695017448688433</id><published>2009-06-30T20:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T20:27:46.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you got to be wondering</title><content type='html'>DTE guy, is the guy... I've loved the very moment I saw him doing some weird stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I never got over him.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows that.&lt;br /&gt;But this time, they're not sure who exactly is DTE guy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-5240695017448688433?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5240695017448688433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-got-to-be-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5240695017448688433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5240695017448688433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-got-to-be-wondering.html' title='you got to be wondering'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3266529792590552209</id><published>2009-06-30T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T19:22:14.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm marvelous, so marvelous.</title><content type='html'>Today isn't like any other day.&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I've spent alot of money and will end up giving the half or much more than half part of whatever I bought to either of my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Ok, I just did that thrice. (this thrice has nothing to do with my facebook post.. :] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lot1 today after school, perhaps to slack and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is this, there was this trying hard bitch who is VERY thirsty for trouble, inside the lrt.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I didn't get it, the whole thing was drop dead &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IRRATIONAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the girl started staring at me and Vanessa when I read the brand of her bag which said "animal". (Lol)&lt;br /&gt;Then yeah, she stared at me. Yoyo style. Pathetic? YES.&lt;br /&gt;If she stared at me with the mark of adoration on her face, well I can't blame her. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I was like staring back at her. ( Stephen said it was "amazing"(?) )&lt;br /&gt;Then she stared at Vanessa. Hahaha. I guess Vanessa was having fun and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Then the girl also started staring at Salina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE WAS DAMN PATHETIC.&lt;/span&gt; The girl I mean.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, the thing is.. The girl is an inch close to the nerd side.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get it why the hell was she trying to pick up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;When we reached lot1, I guess she was like trying to lose us.&lt;br /&gt;She used different routes and all shit, but we just followed her.  What does she fucking think, we are dumb?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, finally she went doing the  "come here you" action with her finger.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;That's it, there wasn't any fight at all.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she felt scared and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Pathetic RED bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, apart from those two reasons, my day's been normal.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it would be boring for me to talk about it, and it would be boring for you guys to read about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;DTE-guy&lt;/span&gt;, ily. For real. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3266529792590552209?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3266529792590552209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-marvelous-so-marvelous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3266529792590552209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3266529792590552209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-marvelous-so-marvelous.html' title='I&apos;m marvelous, so marvelous.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2351005015831962420</id><published>2009-06-29T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:18:46.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DDG</title><content type='html'>Nobody by Wondergirls is wicked!&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I've been singing the said song for nearly the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;I've been singing while dancing, it kept me entertained the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;The song's really catchy.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I want nobody, nobody but you" &lt;/span&gt;*Clap Clap Clap&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Teeheeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;It gave me a great shock when I knew that practically almost EVERYBODY knows that song.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I just went like "Nobody, nobody but you" then Haikal did the clapping part.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I was flabbergasted for real.&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;This would be one of my signature.&lt;br /&gt;Bahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2351005015831962420?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2351005015831962420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ddg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2351005015831962420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2351005015831962420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ddg.html' title='DDG'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-8288991414394792245</id><published>2009-06-29T18:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:42:33.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panoramic views</title><content type='html'>Today's been an awesome yet awkward day.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, cause I had loads of fun just now.&lt;br /&gt;I made it up to myself after that whole fandango I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;Awkward, I'm feeling all weird, feeling sick and everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's going on with me, but I think my body's gone haywire.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling cold the whole day, but I'm not sick.&lt;br /&gt;I was even joking with Ms Tan saying that, I got almost every symptom of H1N1 except for the temperature. But true.&lt;br /&gt;But of course, I don't want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I want but I don't want to go to school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I've been practically talking to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;confederate&lt;/span&gt; the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;We got sentimental and all at times, but yeah...  We would just carry on with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I don't know whether this is paranoia, but I've been thinking that every "word of wisdom" talks to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's freaky, I mean... I can relate to everything. How awesome. And Freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I also knew a lot of stuffs, that I was never aware of.&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THIS and THAT&lt;/span&gt;. It was shocking furthermore annoying.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I guess I shall not explain any further.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;DTE-guy&lt;/span&gt;, ily. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8288991414394792245?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8288991414394792245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/panoramic-views.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8288991414394792245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8288991414394792245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/panoramic-views.html' title='panoramic views'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1488301858774540507</id><published>2009-06-28T23:46:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:09:39.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two of my greatest  :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Skiu2X0lPrI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TsWbS9L6xTU/s1600-h/4412_1151277458837_1134642800_455824_7356002_n-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Skiu2X0lPrI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TsWbS9L6xTU/s320/4412_1151277458837_1134642800_455824_7356002_n-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352720406260563634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't blog about the birthday boy as I was out the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haikal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s day is today.. yeaaah.&lt;br /&gt;He's one of the pepo who made me what I am today.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if it weren't for them, perhaps I'd be some loner or what.&lt;br /&gt;This guy, is an amazing guy.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing in every way.&lt;br /&gt;A talented and a real smart lad.&lt;br /&gt;All these years, we went through thick and thin together with "Hearts" and Gheyy Gang.&lt;br /&gt;Though past tested our friendship hardcore, we remained as as what we are,friends. Best of it.&lt;br /&gt;He is there when I need him, when I need someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;Be it some stupid conversation or a serious one.&lt;br /&gt;He reads me like a book, and I know he knows me inside-out.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of friend is like one in a million, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;So I am so feeling blessed that I met him, and have him as my very good friend.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, man.&lt;br /&gt;Like what I told you.. Twist all that thing round your finger, and fuck the hell out of it.&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your hands man.. All of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selamat Hari Jadi, kawan ku.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkeTb1Sp3WI/AAAAAAAAA18/q7_Rd7ZKAHc/s1600-h/4616_1015346159737_1707595424_27383_6053401_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkeTb1Sp3WI/AAAAAAAAA18/q7_Rd7ZKAHc/s320/4616_1015346159737_1707595424_27383_6053401_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352408788524195170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, here's my first co-philo batch mate friend. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;One of the pepo who cares for me the most, I know. :)&lt;br /&gt;He's a real gentleman (believe it or not, he is.) It's just that sometimes, he doesn't seem like it.&lt;br /&gt;But he's a real nice chap.&lt;br /&gt;He's my church buddy, yes... Everytime I feel like going to church he'd be there on standby.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of the nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen.. Stephen... Stephen.&lt;br /&gt;When you get to know him, like the real him... You'll learn to appreciate him.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he's a heck of a bum at times (at times?) nevertheless, he's a great great man.&lt;br /&gt;I've known him since sec1, he was still the quiet type that time. But cheeky.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the times when he crapped about stuffs that scared the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah.&lt;br /&gt;We started being real tight friends when sec2 came.&lt;br /&gt;He was my most-awaited talking buddy, like DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Every time, when we chat or whatever, we talk like there's no tomorrow. We talk about various stuffs, like yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;This guy adds colour to my life. Yes, he is like the... yellow? Or whatever colour.&lt;br /&gt;Like without him, perhaps my social life would be like just social.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he brings life and everything. And he's a huge part of my secondary life.&lt;br /&gt;He's a friend that I'll remember forever. I'll keep forever.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say cause I'm totally out of words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pero Stephen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maraming salamat sa pagiging mabuting kaibigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maraming salamat sa pagtitiis sa mga kagaguhan ko, sa lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Masayang masaya ako at naging kaibigan kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayun, kahit kelan andito lang ako. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;¡feliz Cumpleaños mi amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to the both of you.&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys like for real.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously out of words so yeah,&lt;br /&gt;whatever thing comes up... Just screw it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You guys' most awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ANGELIKA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1488301858774540507?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1488301858774540507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-of-my-greatest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1488301858774540507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1488301858774540507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/two-of-my-greatest.html' title='Two of my greatest  :/'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Skiu2X0lPrI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TsWbS9L6xTU/s72-c/4412_1151277458837_1134642800_455824_7356002_n-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-2404084468377366855</id><published>2009-06-28T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:05:56.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DTE-guy.</title><content type='html'>So today went to church, it was different having Salina around.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I managed to listen to the priest and stay awake the whole mass.&lt;br /&gt;I sang church songs and all, it's been years since I did that properly.&lt;br /&gt;And this time I wasn't late for the mass. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been a blast, it's a major secret why. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the people who made it real special.&lt;br /&gt;Especially&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Contented.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2404084468377366855?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2404084468377366855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/dte-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2404084468377366855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2404084468377366855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/dte-guy.html' title='DTE-guy.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-7027190825700530314</id><published>2009-06-27T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T00:24:07.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake the glitters off.</title><content type='html'>Had a very effective talk with Shaqdah just now.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing feels better when I complain to her.&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when she agrees with me, no matter how irrational my point is.&lt;br /&gt;I love how she understand every word I say.&lt;br /&gt;Every single thing I feel.&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about her is, she puts herself in my shoes. And gets the exact same view.&lt;br /&gt;And there's no exception. She gets it like perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I'm going to talk to Haikal, yes.. I'm going to complain to him on his very day.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, talking about Haikal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blink&gt;Happy birthday most sensitive guy in the world!&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blink&gt;&lt;/blink&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I messaged you already...&lt;br /&gt;It's for your eyes only, so yeah. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah, Blah...&lt;br /&gt;It's like Sunday now.&lt;br /&gt;Later going to church with Salina, something I'm looking forward to.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think we'll go somewhere after the mass, she needs to be home by 12. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, lately.. I've been smiling alot to myself.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, seems crazy and everything... But yeah, life's crazy man.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a wild ride that you're never able to get off.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just can't help but puke and all, but after awhile.. I know I can clean myself up and start over again.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, puke.. Get ready.. I know how to get rid off you. :)&lt;br /&gt;This ride won't be so crazy after all.. after getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, whatever kind of ride's ahead of me, I'm ready to get onto it.&lt;br /&gt;Every ride is fucking fun, when you got your friends' arms locked with yours.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, everything will carry on. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage Angelika.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;I am drop dead gorgeous. LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7027190825700530314?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7027190825700530314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/shake-glitters-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7027190825700530314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7027190825700530314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/shake-glitters-off.html' title='Shake the glitters off.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1094828301863360102</id><published>2009-06-27T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:58:53.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ultraviolet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqJflEoRI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7cQjdnhT0NA/s1600-h/amgeLika_ismE.YEH%21+1772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqJflEoRI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7cQjdnhT0NA/s320/amgeLika_ismE.YEH%21+1772.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941181016416530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqJJxQMpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/qRc39drtNYo/s1600-h/P2140670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqJJxQMpI/AAAAAAAAA1c/qRc39drtNYo/s320/P2140670.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941175161926290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqI4ONaVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BN2DW8jtvFM/s1600-h/P2140693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqI4ONaVI/AAAAAAAAA1U/BN2DW8jtvFM/s320/P2140693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941170451540306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqIuN1GRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/CcXkgvEG7kk/s1600-h/310120092305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqIuN1GRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/CcXkgvEG7kk/s320/310120092305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941167765592338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqIa1lPII/AAAAAAAAA1E/n04RdlbCZvE/s1600-h/310120092297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqIa1lPII/AAAAAAAAA1E/n04RdlbCZvE/s320/310120092297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351941162563615874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos are the most wonderful thing in the world, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, to my friends who aren't in these photos, it doesn't mean I don't love you laa. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Lol, Andre isn't in any of the photos, cause... He's not my friend. -.- stupid fiasco.&lt;br /&gt;Kidding laa. Perhaps yeah, later.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'mma add some other photos later as I'm going to wander all around some random place with my brother.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1094828301863360102?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1094828301863360102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultraviolet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1094828301863360102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1094828301863360102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ultraviolet.html' title='ultraviolet'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SkXqJflEoRI/AAAAAAAAA1k/7cQjdnhT0NA/s72-c/amgeLika_ismE.YEH%21+1772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-741586377948263506</id><published>2009-06-27T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:54:53.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>problem to solve</title><content type='html'>Lol, it seems that I still have a lot of problems to solve.&lt;br /&gt;But I think they can work on their own. Haha, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, blogspot is so acting like one whore being screwed. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;It just won't let me blog.&lt;br /&gt;That's why, almost everybody's blog is talking about MJ excpet for my blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the man was a real talent, what a great loss.&lt;br /&gt;I was watching ET, and saw how he moved and everything, damn.. I was awestruck.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, take care Michael. I hope heaven will welcome you with open arms, despite how how scandalous you lived your life.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Life's playing with me. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Take note, life is playing a game I'm not good at, and I am never willing to learn its rules.&lt;br /&gt;Sucks big time, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh, anyway... at least I have fun.. Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Is it I have.. or I HAD.&lt;br /&gt;Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's extremely difficult to predict what will come up next.&lt;br /&gt;Shall I keep predicting or just go with the flow?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,  anxiety is taking over me like how God took MJ and Farrah Fawcett.&lt;br /&gt;Poor them, poor me.&lt;br /&gt;Urrrrrrrghhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, let's talk about a small part of every student's life.&lt;br /&gt;Homework.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, to me it's on the same page as last minute.&lt;br /&gt;I've done the heymath part, and overall I got 28/60!!!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, it was crazy.. I can't help but to like just choose one and then BAM.&lt;br /&gt;Hey, at least I got a reasonable score right?&lt;br /&gt;I just guessed which is which and I got an "almost-there-score".&lt;br /&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, I so totally dig my name man.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what was up with me, when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't like my name at all.&lt;br /&gt;I remember me, daydreaming about my "mommy-should-have-named-me-this" name while sharpening my crayons.&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaah, I want to be a child again. Good times.. good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Til here pepo!&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-741586377948263506?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/741586377948263506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/problem-to-solve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/741586377948263506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/741586377948263506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/problem-to-solve.html' title='problem to solve'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1484641799402289201</id><published>2009-06-26T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T00:20:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce</title><content type='html'>Lol, I'm going to post my actual post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having some serious technical problem.&lt;br /&gt;Omg, that sounds so pro "technical problem".&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;After helping Junyi with his powerpoint problem just now, I felt damn awesome.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;I am so talented.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1484641799402289201?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1484641799402289201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1484641799402289201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1484641799402289201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisce.html' title='reminisce'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6400135294176616953</id><published>2009-06-25T22:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T22:40:19.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me someone I can treasure</title><content type='html'>Yes, my title says it all.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to treasure anybody else, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BAM!&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6400135294176616953?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6400135294176616953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-someone-i-can-treasure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6400135294176616953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6400135294176616953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/give-me-someone-i-can-treasure.html' title='give me someone I can treasure'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4324817959804032261</id><published>2009-06-25T14:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:58:50.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok weird?(!)</title><content type='html'>Checkin out random (about life) quizzes at this random website.&lt;br /&gt;I am like just ticking and everything..&lt;br /&gt;Not even reading what's the question about.&lt;br /&gt;And damn...&lt;br /&gt;There's this thing..&lt;br /&gt;which is FUCKING WEIRD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4324817959804032261?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4324817959804032261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4324817959804032261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4324817959804032261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-weird.html' title='Ok weird?(!)'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-5809774509470750972</id><published>2009-06-25T14:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T14:47:19.069+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just as they thought</title><content type='html'>Lots of thoughts now are bugging me.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't be bothered at all. :)&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though a lot of stuffs are hovering around me...&lt;br /&gt;I am left speechless.&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of blogging everything, but I don't know where to start.&lt;br /&gt;There's just a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I'm going to think about it first.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-5809774509470750972?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5809774509470750972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-as-they-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5809774509470750972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5809774509470750972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-as-they-thought.html' title='just as they thought'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2631850256806014898</id><published>2009-06-24T23:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T01:17:24.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lost in the fairytale</title><content type='html'>I've been talking to my ex-classmates the whole afternoon. (well sorta)&lt;br /&gt;I've just thought to myself, how I regret everything...&lt;br /&gt;Not really everything like literally everything.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just mean, something.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't have agreed to the idea of migrating here. In Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;I just thought.&lt;br /&gt;I took some random quiz in facebook, and it said that I'd always be an Isabelan.&lt;br /&gt;The thought of "I should have just finished my high school there" struck me. I miss my Alma Mater.&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed there, I would possibly be busy with my friends and such.&lt;br /&gt;Not having the most miserable time of my life.&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed there, I wouldn't be right here bothering about a lot of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I'd be sleeping right now or maybe jamming with some of my neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be right here thinking about how am I going to carry on with life (dramatic much? YES. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed there, I wouldn't know what's the real meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed there, I wouldn't be right here learning from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed there, I wouldn't have the chance to meet the most awesome group I am with now.&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed there, I wouldn't be here talking about how would my life be if I decided to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least...&lt;br /&gt;If I stayed there... I wouldn't have the chance to meet the person I awfully fell in love with.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I would still be living uninspired...&lt;br /&gt;Still clueless about this thing they call 'love'.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am not regretting about anything that's included in my "on the other hand" list.&lt;br /&gt;I never did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2631850256806014898?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2631850256806014898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-in-fairytale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2631850256806014898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2631850256806014898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-in-fairytale.html' title='lost in the fairytale'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2058180455369517376</id><published>2009-06-23T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T23:55:55.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ain't rough, ain't fun.</title><content type='html'>I said that I maybe doing a video again...&lt;br /&gt;But I guess once a day is enough.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, I shall not get hooked up with it.&lt;br /&gt;But I swear it's an awesome thing to do, I guarantee you.&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm...&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that I shall go back with typing cause it's more dramatic. :D&lt;br /&gt;At least I shall not try too hard to be lively and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today I actually spent my afternoon watching lady gaga.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE her.&lt;br /&gt;I want to watch her this coming August. Omg, keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;I am keeping my fingers crossed for a lot of things anyway.&lt;br /&gt;It's like killing A LOT of birds with one stone. :D&lt;br /&gt;Smart move...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for my typing part.&lt;br /&gt;See you guys tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2058180455369517376?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2058180455369517376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/aint-rough-aint-fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2058180455369517376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2058180455369517376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/aint-rough-aint-fun.html' title='ain&apos;t rough, ain&apos;t fun.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4130126607778480589</id><published>2009-06-23T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:32:37.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>count me in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6ebe617e44dba20" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6ebe617e44dba20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFB277738E8EF6A5A59195285395509FE87BFC4C.5730404DFD159E604E4C4F974B77B7B2651544BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6ebe617e44dba20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnYJpDqrrzEYfSHshUysy4k_iZOQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6ebe617e44dba20%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFB277738E8EF6A5A59195285395509FE87BFC4C.5730404DFD159E604E4C4F974B77B7B2651544BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6ebe617e44dba20%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnYJpDqrrzEYfSHshUysy4k_iZOQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'mma let the video do everything.&lt;br /&gt;XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4130126607778480589?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e6ebe617e44dba20&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4130126607778480589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/count-me-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4130126607778480589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4130126607778480589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/count-me-in.html' title='count me in'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1339411762882219042</id><published>2009-06-22T18:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:48:15.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>My neck hurts like mad...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to die. -.-&lt;br /&gt;It's because of the bump..&lt;br /&gt;Last night fiasco..&lt;br /&gt;Long story.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1339411762882219042?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1339411762882219042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1339411762882219042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1339411762882219042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3142742386482857489</id><published>2009-06-22T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:55:37.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vanity, yes.. Get fed up with my face! HAHAHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U4XUsYfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wlwGxDbAXm0/s1600-h/SNC02082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U4XUsYfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wlwGxDbAXm0/s200/SNC02082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350088209649656306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U4M6abSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/UoOqoGJzHtA/s1600-h/SNC02079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U4M6abSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/UoOqoGJzHtA/s200/SNC02079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350088206855073058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U37CEcFI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RHvMrrafd1k/s1600-h/SNC02075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U37CEcFI/AAAAAAAAAx0/RHvMrrafd1k/s200/SNC02075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350088202055348306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U3ifTzVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/eSXRnUDJibI/s1600-h/SNC02072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U3ifTzVI/AAAAAAAAAxs/eSXRnUDJibI/s200/SNC02072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350088195467103570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UK27zSpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/6Vp8CfMqNl8/s1600-h/SNC02060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UK27zSpI/AAAAAAAAAxc/6Vp8CfMqNl8/s200/SNC02060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350087427861203602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UKdRA51I/AAAAAAAAAxM/tCf8NYz9QIo/s1600-h/SNC02058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UKdRA51I/AAAAAAAAAxM/tCf8NYz9QIo/s200/SNC02058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350087420970854226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UKOMPUrI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ply-OBYtzgA/s1600-h/SNC02047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UKOMPUrI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ply-OBYtzgA/s200/SNC02047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350087416924295858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UK36RXZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MkrUVceA5ok/s1600-h/SNC02071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9UK36RXZI/AAAAAAAAAxk/MkrUVceA5ok/s200/SNC02071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350087428123221394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3142742386482857489?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3142742386482857489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanity-yes-get-fed-up-with-my-face.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3142742386482857489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3142742386482857489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/vanity-yes-get-fed-up-with-my-face.html' title='Vanity, yes.. Get fed up with my face! HAHAHA'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sj9U4XUsYfI/AAAAAAAAAyE/wlwGxDbAXm0/s72-c/SNC02082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-9057254013671515870</id><published>2009-06-22T16:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:43:58.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="339" height="283" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4572ca30ad27b871" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4572ca30ad27b871%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16F0F4B8827547B7B1867FF18B33B1051E8296FB.7735ACF5C2F210BAF5EE23CBA9E7B16E345DB877%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4572ca30ad27b871%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7B_4Rmr3NRmK05JqTHvCo5MMo-c&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="339" height="283" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4572ca30ad27b871%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16F0F4B8827547B7B1867FF18B33B1051E8296FB.7735ACF5C2F210BAF5EE23CBA9E7B16E345DB877%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4572ca30ad27b871%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D7B_4Rmr3NRmK05JqTHvCo5MMo-c&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I made my second video blog, as it was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get to post it last night cause my mom didn't let me to.&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, enjoy watching me talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;This video has quite a dosage of vanity, so yeah.. beware (?)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Loves.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the last last part..&lt;br /&gt;The fonts were too small.&lt;br /&gt;Bull crap.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah..&lt;br /&gt;The yellow thing, there was something written on the yellow thing..&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-9057254013671515870?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4572ca30ad27b871&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/9057254013671515870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/9057254013671515870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/9057254013671515870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/video-blog.html' title='Video Blog!'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4520541823540832878</id><published>2009-06-21T10:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T11:01:29.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jealousy</title><content type='html'>Lol, yes. Jealousy kills but, not as fatal as a heartbreak though.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;When you need to give up certain stuffs, there's a lot of chances somebody else there would pick it up. I shall not use 'pick it up' but.. I don't know what's the other phrase but yeah...&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it's just me.. Lol. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Selosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here's how jealousy feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say you have a diamond ring and you care for it very much. Cause it's very shiny. And it's just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Later came a crisis, that muttered you got to to sell it. (or whatever you do to a jewelery when you got to say bye to it. )&lt;br /&gt;You didn't want to, you promised to yourself you'd keep it forever...&lt;br /&gt;Situations were all against you, you didn't have any choice but just to give it up...&lt;br /&gt;You sold it away with tears running down your cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;It was difficult to adjust yourself, you were used having it around...All around your finger.&lt;br /&gt;After countless odd nights, you finally got over it.&lt;br /&gt;Though there's nothing to brag about how awesome the ring was, you just got to face reality and go on.&lt;br /&gt;The thing you feared the most, another person might have been wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;Having it all around her finger - Happened.&lt;br /&gt;You saw her while you were walking around, trying to find a less better replacement.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling would just be like, a knife piercing your heart. Jealousy. Yes that's how jealousy feels. It's up to a person whether he's strong enough to get through it.&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of effort to shove away the temptation, to get it back.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I don't have much effort.&lt;br /&gt;"Ring, I'm going to get you back" I whispered to myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4520541823540832878?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4520541823540832878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/jealousy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4520541823540832878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4520541823540832878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/jealousy.html' title='jealousy'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-7981287034843701775</id><published>2009-06-19T23:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T10:02:39.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWEEEEEEEESOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="323" height="268" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4ae748958409311c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ae748958409311c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A6D0043D2E5D4272F9BE005A2D36871B0197353.53D3546B0BADFAF16B89411434B2845A5CAA3176%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ae748958409311c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIFpEk6X3CQyojUlssF5_iGP32YM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="323" height="268" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4ae748958409311c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331494636%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2A6D0043D2E5D4272F9BE005A2D36871B0197353.53D3546B0BADFAF16B89411434B2845A5CAA3176%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4ae748958409311c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIFpEk6X3CQyojUlssF5_iGP32YM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wasn't able to blog just now...&lt;br /&gt;I made some stupid video of myself talking..&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah... crap, I forgot a lot of people's name.. DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry uh.. like really...&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Still the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7981287034843701775?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4ae748958409311c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7981287034843701775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/aweeeeeeeesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7981287034843701775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7981287034843701775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/aweeeeeeeesome.html' title='AWEEEEEEEESOME!'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6337456637163684497</id><published>2009-06-19T10:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:10:49.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neutral</title><content type='html'>I don't like it when people lie.&lt;br /&gt;Even let's say it's just a white lie...&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUST&lt;/span&gt; a white lie? It's still mother fucking LIE!&lt;br /&gt;A lie needs another lie to cover up itself.&lt;br /&gt;Which makes up a huge lie.&lt;br /&gt;Little things makes up to the huge one, like what I said to my earlier post.&lt;br /&gt;I find it real moronic when people tend to lie, even though they know that the person they're lying to deserves to know the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm feeling all better now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy yet sad.&lt;br /&gt;I'll just go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;I came up to my senses, and thought that there's a lot of people who loves me..&lt;br /&gt;Though, it's a different one.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling neutral.&lt;br /&gt;BUT!&lt;br /&gt;Reality still hurts and such.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know laa..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to describe what I'm feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I miss him though.&lt;br /&gt;A lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6337456637163684497?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6337456637163684497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/neutral.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6337456637163684497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6337456637163684497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/neutral.html' title='neutral'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-6098430122147133272</id><published>2009-06-18T14:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:37:35.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SjnfntPTVlI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Ohu9gUBrTFY/s1600-h/SNC02019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SjnfntPTVlI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Ohu9gUBrTFY/s200/SNC02019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348551905730844242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sjnfn5h72NI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZL8jyvwpppQ/s1600-h/SNC01656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Sjnfn5h72NI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ZL8jyvwpppQ/s200/SNC01656.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348551909030222034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAHAHAHA. My eyes looks funny on the photo at the left side.. Right?&lt;br /&gt;I look fine at the right one..&lt;br /&gt;With my smile too...Something's different.&lt;br /&gt;God, help me.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-6098430122147133272?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/6098430122147133272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6098430122147133272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/6098430122147133272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/change.html' title='change'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/SjnfntPTVlI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Ohu9gUBrTFY/s72-c/SNC02019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-8044424640817881156</id><published>2009-06-18T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:16:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bushed</title><content type='html'>I am tired. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally, mentally, physically.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am sad, I can't cry anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I think all my tears have been used up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally slept.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't eaten a proper meal though.&lt;br /&gt;But I've already already slept.&lt;br /&gt;And I really hate the feeling of waking up.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping with no messages and waking up with no messages.&lt;br /&gt;My phone's battery is going flat, but I don't even seem to care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf, it hurts to make this "little" adjustments.&lt;br /&gt;Every little things makes up the huge one.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard, but as I said... I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;I want my old self back.&lt;br /&gt;Though, I can't get him back...&lt;br /&gt;I want my old self back..&lt;br /&gt;I just want to smile and everything.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can follow people's advice.&lt;br /&gt;Talk is cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. It is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just reading Stephen's blog, and he mentioned..&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;... a friend of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; is like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mourning over someone alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm just sorrowful. That's it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I think sometimes, I may seem to exaggerate my situation.&lt;br /&gt;But trust me, whatever I'm saying is for real.&lt;br /&gt;Actual thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't use my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;I can't adjust all the things I've done there.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even take a look.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for my twitter.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when I used my livejournal...&lt;br /&gt;I never thought all the post was almost all about him.&lt;br /&gt;I did a quick scroll down, then water works came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day after day, I think I'm getting adjusted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound cliche but, I'll keep the memories inside my heart. Forever.&lt;br /&gt;Like Katy Perry and I always say.. "How do I get any better, once I've had the best?"&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;You said move one, where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-8044424640817881156?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8044424640817881156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/bushed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8044424640817881156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8044424640817881156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/bushed.html' title='bushed'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3092382468427642802</id><published>2009-06-17T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:22:01.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just need to let it all out</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Hold your head high &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Angiie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;, aite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Will pray for you to have the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;To Ms Awesome:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"Aaus din buhay mo. Lam kong biglaan ung nangyari pero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;la na taung maga2wa. Cnu ba nman may gusto i-break kau dba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Baka... tlgang... ganito lng ung dpat mangyari... malay ba ntin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;tlagng not meant to be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;may isang la2ki dyan na pra lng sau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Bsta Angiie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;wish you the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;:))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Smile!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translation (well, pretty much)&lt;br /&gt;To yeah, Ms Awesome (moi! :D)&lt;br /&gt;Your life would be better... I know everything that happened was all in a sudden, but...&lt;br /&gt;We can't do anything.. I mean, who wanted to see you guys end up?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe...Things are just meant to be this way.. who knows...&lt;br /&gt;you guys are not really meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;There's one guy out there just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was all Jein's "words of wisdom" for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways , I would like to take this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; of my blogging initiative [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;merepek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;siaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; line ;D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I would like my best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BabyGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; to cheer up . I want to see her smile back again on her face . I want to see her brighter side of life . Not the other side of her which is the sad part .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know that he's your everything . But since he wants inner peace , give it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;him for this once [?] Well, I know you don't like understanding people but you want his happiness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; ? Then you will have to comprehend him . For this once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BabyGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; . Give him the happiness that he needs . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Andd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; he told me he loves you still . But he really need to take the very big step in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;succeeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; in getting his inner peace .Whatever it is , youu know that I'm alwaysh ere for youu . Cheer up sayang . I miss your smile and laughter and yeahh , I miss gossiping with you :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cause I know right now you wouldn't ahve any mood to do anything. But please , stop torturing yourself ! Stop sleeping late and atleast please eat something . It's no good for your health tauu sleep so late and not eating that much . Like for an example sleeping late can cause youu to have more pimples! Do youu want pimples to break out on your face ?! You don't want kan? Then jangan buat bende bodoh larh okay sayang ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I miss you . The old you . When you are always looking at everything on the brighter side . :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Shaqdah sayang Angiie always . :'(&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Shaqdah's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're suppose to cheer me up...&lt;br /&gt;But every time somebody reminds me of this thing I'm trying very hard to face..&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but just breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;I can't look on the other side of life. There's this huge barrier blocking my view.&lt;br /&gt;I can't smile, cause I've got enough of the crooked lines.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to face the truth, but I've got no choice..&lt;br /&gt;I got to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thanks to the both of you..*Shaqdah and Jein&lt;br /&gt;You guys have been listening to my sobbing and all crap.&lt;br /&gt;I thank you guys for listening to whatever I have to say.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everybody who asked me what was wrong and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Who tried to help me,  and talked some real sense into me. Like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Rena&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And alot more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ness&lt;/span&gt; also, at least she made me feel better and help me realize there's more to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now..&lt;br /&gt;My mind's in a serious whirl...&lt;br /&gt;I think I'mma yeah, just give it time...&lt;br /&gt;I think I can make it.. after forever.&lt;br /&gt;God bless me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I love you. I will always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3092382468427642802?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3092382468427642802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-need-to-let-it-all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3092382468427642802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3092382468427642802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-need-to-let-it-all-out.html' title='I just need to let it all out'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2828605698658788108</id><published>2009-06-17T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:06:51.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slightly better.</title><content type='html'>I am currently feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;But when I was on my way home(just now), I thought that...&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have some problems waking up and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;If I can do both.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't face mornings and evenings.&lt;br /&gt;I feel very vulnerable everytime I am alone, and on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Without fiddling my phone or talking to somebody on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I shall not talk about this topic...&lt;br /&gt;Cause it causes me some serious emotional breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was talking to Ate Ness, I thought that... I'm gonna do fine.&lt;br /&gt;Though, sometimes.. I need to face some sad moments and shit.&lt;br /&gt;I know it'll take forever for me to move on, but I guess that I shall really try my best.&lt;br /&gt;There's no point asking him to stay, despite the fact that I want him to. Badly.&lt;br /&gt;I think we shall be just awesome friends.. Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;But, I think I need more communication as I really can't stand being alone.&lt;br /&gt;That's the least he can do for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not gonna bet that we'd be back again or what...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to hope for something he sort of mentioned as impossible.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can get through this faster.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, even I'm getting better..&lt;br /&gt;Everything is still lethal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2828605698658788108?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2828605698658788108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/slightly-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2828605698658788108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2828605698658788108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/slightly-better.html' title='slightly better.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1060558879281888001</id><published>2009-06-17T03:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:19:25.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Situation</title><content type='html'>I'm tired.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want to let go, but my grip's too tight.&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk away, but my heart and my mind asked me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are swollen.&lt;br /&gt;But can't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;You know, everything just happened so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even see it coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just hurts to see that whatever you've tried to build up, you'll just watch it go crumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody bring me back to sanity?&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been mentally tired.&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this awful.&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so lost, it's like you know.. walking aimlessly around Heartbreak city.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there, you see.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't hold a one-way ticket though.&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel belonged.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so alone.&lt;br /&gt;I am not interested about doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Talking seems to make me feel better, but every time I remember the story.. I can't just help but breakdown.&lt;br /&gt;It just everything seems to be so easy when you say it.&lt;br /&gt;It's maddening.&lt;br /&gt;But everything that's happening now is totally torturing me.&lt;br /&gt;Life's being a torture to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny I remember me thinking that life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was.&lt;br /&gt;Until this awful nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1060558879281888001?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1060558879281888001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-situation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1060558879281888001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1060558879281888001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/current-situation.html' title='Current Situation'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-5389066946321569925</id><published>2009-06-16T21:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T21:43:44.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything that you can think of.</title><content type='html'>Did not get any better.&lt;br /&gt;I can't bring myself to understand...&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my very best, but there's still some questions in my mind. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame anybody or anything.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help but to ask myself too, where did I go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;They say stuffs. Stuffs that I used to say whenever somebody's facing the same thing as I'm facing now.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to say, but it's very difficult to make things come to life.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is, it's hard. Everything's hard.&lt;br /&gt;I can't. But still, I'm trying very hard.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want any pity, but it seems and I know that I look like I deserve a hell lot of sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;(WTH.)&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, I don't know whether can anybody understand what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;What I know is, I'm having the worst time of my life. Yes, WORST. Oh wait I'll get that in bold- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;It's worse than anything. And I mean everything, everything  that happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;No words can explain how much I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do care, I appreciate that. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;But nothing would bring the old times back.&lt;br /&gt;Past is past, duh.&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to live in the past. PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FUCK LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-5389066946321569925?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5389066946321569925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-that-you-can-think-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5389066946321569925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5389066946321569925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/everything-that-you-can-think-of.html' title='everything that you can think of.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-7730275281653153609</id><published>2009-06-16T14:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:13:40.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting point</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna go out and give myself some time off.&lt;br /&gt;I need it badly.&lt;br /&gt;But I need someone more. If only he understands.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, why must I keep on understanding him.&lt;br /&gt;Ever thought of understanding me, Andre?&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, maybe you did.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCK LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7730275281653153609?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7730275281653153609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-point.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7730275281653153609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7730275281653153609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/starting-point.html' title='starting point'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-5835740023391962943</id><published>2009-06-16T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:54:08.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-5835740023391962943?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/5835740023391962943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5835740023391962943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/5835740023391962943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-8112101290084575872</id><published>2009-06-16T10:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:00:00.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>round and round.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If only I can scream my lungs out. Yes, my lungs out.&lt;br /&gt;To let all these frustrations out.&lt;br /&gt;It's so foolish of me to think that life's perfect and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHIT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Life's a bum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;That's the fact, it treats everybody ruthlessly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/965722575455657113-8112101290084575872?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/8112101290084575872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/round-and-round.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8112101290084575872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/8112101290084575872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/round-and-round.html' title='round and round.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1137999070840582905</id><published>2009-06-15T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T19:40:15.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Much awaited!</title><content type='html'>Like FINALLY!&lt;br /&gt;I've received a message from Andre.&lt;br /&gt;The way he talks is somewhat different.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, he said he did change and all...&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;Receiving his message was like winning the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but to smile from ear to ear the moment I got it.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, thank God he's okay...&lt;br /&gt;He made me worry without his messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1137999070840582905?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1137999070840582905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-awaited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1137999070840582905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1137999070840582905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/much-awaited.html' title='Much awaited!'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-7217018719596942226</id><published>2009-06-15T18:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T18:30:00.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and kicking</title><content type='html'>Yes, fortunately. I've come up to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;I just knew that nothing will be better if I continue doing whatever I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Gah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Hello Reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;You make my liver quiver.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-7217018719596942226?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/7217018719596942226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/alive-and-kicking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7217018719596942226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/7217018719596942226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/alive-and-kicking.html' title='Alive and kicking'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1249844913562508506</id><published>2009-06-14T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:28:57.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’ve been dying to reach you.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow’s Monday, meaning Andre’s church camp is done.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I doubt I can talk to him till Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;I’m still waiting for his message anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I slept like 6.30am, just because I really can’t sleep without his messages.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe I’m obsessed…&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a girl in love. (eeeeeeeeee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paranoia’s taking over me.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it’s taking over everybody.&lt;br /&gt;But I can say my case is the worst one.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what’s wrong, why am I acting or thinking this way?&lt;br /&gt;It’s unusual; I’ve never been this pessimistic and anxious before.&lt;br /&gt;I need some “comforter” according to Jein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody’s word is making me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;I think he’s the only one who can make me better.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, he can’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Call me Ms Paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m dead till Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1249844913562508506?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1249844913562508506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-dying-to-reach-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1249844913562508506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1249844913562508506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/ive-been-dying-to-reach-you.html' title='I’ve been dying to reach you.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-3443884736386688348</id><published>2009-06-13T17:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:35:19.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>devoid</title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today's boring.&lt;br /&gt;No messages, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, boredom told me to take a walk around nearby places.&lt;br /&gt;Places I've never been to preferably..&lt;br /&gt;I went to this very long canal place.&lt;br /&gt;It was peaceful, very windy...&lt;br /&gt;I got to reflect bout life and such.&lt;br /&gt;Life's been treating me good, but I know that definitely good things come to an end...&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how am I able to take it... I mean if my good things come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think some happenings are too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;And it simply just scares me that, I don't deserve them... And when I wake up the next day they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why am I thinking this way...&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall not be too paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't received any message from you since last night..&lt;br /&gt;And it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the reason why until I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3443884736386688348?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3443884736386688348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/devoid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3443884736386688348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3443884736386688348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/devoid.html' title='devoid'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-1959133881589331896</id><published>2009-06-11T22:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:50:46.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self inflicted</title><content type='html'>A very short post for today.&lt;br /&gt;Today's been long and boring.&lt;br /&gt;Like, a major thanks to SOMEBODY. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Well well, I want to be a nun.&lt;br /&gt;Can I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-1959133881589331896?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/1959133881589331896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-inflicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1959133881589331896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/1959133881589331896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/self-inflicted.html' title='self inflicted'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-2528577383401835576</id><published>2009-06-10T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:24:47.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upin dan Ipin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si_BynYBjMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/uPnSGHH6Krk/s1600-h/vlcsnap-641173.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si_BynYBjMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/uPnSGHH6Krk/s320/vlcsnap-641173.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704358019435714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si_ByZUKUKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Mt4PL3sAWbQ/s1600-h/upin-ipin.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si_ByZUKUKI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Mt4PL3sAWbQ/s320/upin-ipin.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704354245136546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si_ByClQ-GI/AAAAAAAAAv8/U1MFn5tYXZ0/s1600-h/Upin+Ipin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si_ByClQ-GI/AAAAAAAAAv8/U1MFn5tYXZ0/s320/Upin+Ipin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345704348142860386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess these two boys made my day. Upin and Ipin.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they the sweetest thing? (Betul, betul, betul!)&lt;br /&gt;I find them real cute, and now... I'm crazy over them.&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwww.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2528577383401835576?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2528577383401835576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/upin-dan-ipin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2528577383401835576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2528577383401835576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/upin-dan-ipin.html' title='Upin dan Ipin'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si_BynYBjMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/uPnSGHH6Krk/s72-c/vlcsnap-641173.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-2452068675837991875</id><published>2009-06-10T21:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:19:40.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry me.</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm bored...&lt;br /&gt;And bored, nothing and nobody is entertaining me..&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah! let me check my friendster.&lt;br /&gt;*Checking*&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, interesting I have new comments.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;That's lame. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh whatever, that's boredom for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still bored.&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody make this day special for me?&lt;br /&gt;God.. It isn't too late..&lt;br /&gt;There's still 2 hours..&lt;br /&gt;ANDRE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. I love you! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Kailangan kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-2452068675837991875?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/2452068675837991875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/marry-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2452068675837991875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/2452068675837991875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/marry-me.html' title='Marry me.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-4163609401331460491</id><published>2009-06-09T19:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:18:01.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>put your lips on my mouth</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored that I decided to clean.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I scrubbed those irritating things I see on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Finally they're gone, and I made myself some use.&lt;br /&gt;Later, I'm going to clean my room. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot of paper all over, cause of MYE madness.&lt;br /&gt;My room has yet to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I really miss my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOT&lt;/span&gt; boyf. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can see him. Every time I want to, preferably.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately and obviously that's impossible. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, my siblings are being severely stupid.&lt;br /&gt;They tried to scare me with a peacock's feather.&lt;br /&gt;Though they know how much I fear feathers, fucking stewpid.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-4163609401331460491?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/4163609401331460491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-rooms-mess-ive-finally-realized.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4163609401331460491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/4163609401331460491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-rooms-mess-ive-finally-realized.html' title='put your lips on my mouth'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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-965722575455657113.post-9110132978226497923</id><published>2009-06-09T11:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:02:07.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si3edls0K8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/1PKM1z9ALgA/s1600-h/SNC01768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si3edls0K8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/1PKM1z9ALgA/s320/SNC01768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345172932676299714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeaaaah.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-9110132978226497923?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/9110132978226497923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/9110132978226497923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/9110132978226497923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/random.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ntK-lX4nrvY/Si3edls0K8I/AAAAAAAAAvs/1PKM1z9ALgA/s72-c/SNC01768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965722575455657113.post-3318502572972894020</id><published>2009-06-08T16:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T16:37:21.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's back! YAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I miss him like gazillion times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;xoxoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;ngelika&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965722575455657113-3318502572972894020?l=goawaymoron.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/feeds/3318502572972894020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/babys-back-yay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3318502572972894020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/965722575455657113/posts/default/3318502572972894020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://goawaymoron.blogspot.com/2009/06/babys-back-yay.html' title='Baby&apos;s back! YAY!'/><author><name>Maria Angelika Fabiola Velasco Villamor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08187022420914335454</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></feed>
