<?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-13664211</id><updated>2012-02-16T23:05:15.155+08:00</updated><category term='Miss Take Me'/><category term='Best Business Plan Entrants'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The Voice Unheard</title><subtitle type='html'>The mind that never stops thinking;
The heart that never stops beating.

My thoughts, My feelings put into words.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-1617089345258419009</id><published>2008-07-22T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:03:33.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed height="”400″" width="”300″" src="”http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat="swf&amp;amp;file="c_song_e_www.albinoblacksheep.com_.swf" pluginspage="”" style="”width:"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-1617089345258419009?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/1617089345258419009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=1617089345258419009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1617089345258419009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1617089345258419009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-1260804235353934353</id><published>2008-07-22T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed height="”400″" width="”300″" src="”http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat="swf&amp;amp;file="c_song_e_www.albinoblacksheep.com_.swf" pluginspage="”" style="”width:"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-1260804235353934353?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/1260804235353934353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=1260804235353934353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1260804235353934353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1260804235353934353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_22.html' title='a'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-1612672889365746952</id><published>2008-07-19T19:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:49:21.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Best Business Plan Entrants'/><title type='text'>Hooray!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gzI3rCmflw/SIHNCto3vYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QLUiL90UI_g/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gzI3rCmflw/SIHNCto3vYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QLUiL90UI_g/s200/Picture+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224682489220939138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We made it! Our team qualified for the final round of Yaman Gensan Best Business Plan and we are one of the top 5 finalists to defend our papers this coming Monday, July 21st. Salamat sa mga sumoporta at tumulong samen. We'll be having our mock defense tomorrow and we hope and pray that our defense would go smoothly both on rehearsal and on the final presentation. Salamat. Godbless samen. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: A Business Plan in Putting Up BioFer Manufacturing Plant in General Santos City.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collaborators: C. Balila, L. Buenavista, Y. Gonzales.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other entrants from NDDU qualified, namely, the team of F. Vilasencio and J. Nietes. Ganbatte Kudasai Ne. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-1612672889365746952?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/1612672889365746952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=1612672889365746952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1612672889365746952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1612672889365746952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2008/07/hooray.html' title='Hooray!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3gzI3rCmflw/SIHNCto3vYI/AAAAAAAAAAg/QLUiL90UI_g/s72-c/Picture+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-1095444317640584230</id><published>2008-07-09T08:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T07:49:22.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO:EVERYONE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gzI3rCmflw/SHQH_vVu61I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/thgVSMtFio0/s1600-h/s_haruhi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gzI3rCmflw/SHQH_vVu61I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/thgVSMtFio0/s200/s_haruhi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220806659650022226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Remember those ships who pass through your day,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:180%;"  &gt;touching your life just once,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sending you into a better direction than your life was headed."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle C. Ustaszesk&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; were on my &lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; part&lt;/span&gt; of my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt;, and most of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;all&lt;/span&gt;, for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;letting&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;share&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;journey&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;you&lt;/span&gt;. (^__^)y~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-1095444317640584230?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/1095444317640584230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=1095444317640584230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1095444317640584230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1095444317640584230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2008/07/remember-those-ships-who-pass-through.html' title='TO:EVERYONE'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3gzI3rCmflw/SHQH_vVu61I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/thgVSMtFio0/s72-c/s_haruhi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-8321416782459953005</id><published>2008-06-28T19:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T11:39:18.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I love the people around me. Even when I'm hateful, they persevere. Never for once did I ever think I'm not deserving to have them as my friends. But instead, I feel blessed to have them around. Only Pharisees look down on sinners. Christ loved them, it's the sin that he hates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Even when I'm down, they are there even when I don't need them - they just stay and make their presence felt. Even if they stay silent and seem that they never mind, I never lost faith in them. They're just a call away and they'll come rushing at my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;They don't really spoil me, and that's what I love about them. They'll tease me, shove dirt on my face (not literally though) and push me off the cliff, but they'll come pick me up and tend on my bruised knees. They're not really brutal, but what scares me is that they could read my mind. Being transparent sometimes is a good thing too. Well, at least I don't have to talk much about things that are too hard to mention - we've been used to speaking with you-know-what things and we're fine with that. I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But I'm just glad they can also be here. And not just remain there. It has always been a comfort to be able to feel warm hugs from them, especially when I'm cold. It has always been fun playing tease with the icky guys and being sweet with the gals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, let me say, arigatou gozaimasu!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Emmeline, Kiever, Jill, Elzen, Jabi, Erick and Dennis!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ems, for the hugs and pisil-pisil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Kiever, for reading my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jill, for the cheers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Elzen, for trying to be nice in being frank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Jabi, for the scolds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Erick for being the guy who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dennis, for trying to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Well, I'm not going to die yet. So don't worry. There are still so many things I want to thank about. That would have to be all just for now. It's too mushy for me, but. Whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-8321416782459953005?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/8321416782459953005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=8321416782459953005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8321416782459953005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8321416782459953005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2008/06/circle-of-friends.html' title='Circle of Friends'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-8425273022032846107</id><published>2008-06-09T23:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:06:33.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpublished Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Love doesn't make someone weaker but makes anyone stronger. It is during this time when one has to become vulnerable and open to let the other person come in to become part of his/her life.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; It is the time when courage is mostly needed to face the fears of rejection and pain while at the same time trying the best to put the heart on guard &amp;amp; protect it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Only the brave have the right to love, those who run away from it are the real cowards. They are the ones who would never dare try to express their emotions. Instead, they deny and ignore it ... until they lose the feelings into oblivion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-8425273022032846107?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/8425273022032846107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=8425273022032846107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8425273022032846107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8425273022032846107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2008/06/unpublished-post.html' title='Unpublished Post'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-206067955610339363</id><published>2007-11-10T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:34:32.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Today - That's why it's called the 'Present'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If yesterday was just a dream and today is the reality, then what could tomorrow be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The unfathomable future? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The former, the latter, and the consequent ... I doubt so. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;We learn from the past, live in the present, and we anticipate for the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no such day that's wasted nor a time that was ever idle once we have learned to live each day with a purpose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's not a day that is as identical with the precedent. Everyday always is unique and it is never the same as yesterday. It is a blessing to be given another opportunity to grow and become a better person than we were in the past. Even if the day's schedule is not as heavy as it should have been, even if there were too much or too little time, each time exhausted, occurring or potential will always be essential ... the unpredictability of each day never makes it mundane ... but exciting (and challenging ... indeed).If yesterday always seem to hold us back, and regrets hold us in prison, learn and let go. Move onwards, let us stop delving on the past because what has been expended can never be undone.If today did not end up the way we wanted it to be, and if today wasn't as great as yesterday, bear in mind, if the present is always unwrapped with all the gifts we had wished for, then tomorrow wouldn't have to be unpredictable. What is there to look forward to?If tomorrow always takes today's concern, remember, anxiety does not empty tomorrow's worries but it depletes today's potentials. So before setting up plans for tomorrow, live yet for today as if it were the last, free yourself from yesterday and live each day not according to YOUR plans, but on how HE wants you to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-206067955610339363?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/206067955610339363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=206067955610339363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/206067955610339363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/206067955610339363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/11/gift-of-today-that-why-it-called.html' title='The Gift of Today - That&amp;#39;s why it&amp;#39;s called the &amp;#39;Present&amp;#39;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-3552608586237539143</id><published>2007-10-11T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:39:27.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;When is a choice ever made right? Would it be when there were no regrets felt? Could you really lose something that you've never had? Well, just a little something to ponder about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I heard this quote from one of my favorite DJ's in Home Radio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Would you rather have a life with love but with thorns; or a life without love but with no roses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Intriguing and deep. I wouldn't even want to know what my answer would be - at least, not yet for now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-3552608586237539143?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/3552608586237539143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=3552608586237539143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3552608586237539143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3552608586237539143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/10/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-6981504022365298442</id><published>2007-07-01T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:39:37.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss Take Me'/><title type='text'>I don't know what i am doing here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clearly, i tried to alter things that was already planned for me.  That is what i know as changing my destiny. My fate is what i mold. But now i finally realize that what's never meant to be will never be.  All I can say is that i was just a fool in His sight and i need to save myself from further shame.  I shall never regret the time that i have wasted today because i'm taking it as a lesson learned.  I shall never yearn but for what His will shall be done and i shall not want.  Whatever He has planned for me will be made before my eyes and i shall be patient and wait for such time to materialize.  Today, there are better things that are set for me, and as i patiently wait, i shall never keep idle time as stagnant, but flowing and productive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really feel disappointed about myself today but nevertheless, i shall never allow such thing to happen again. I shall forget my mistake but i shall never forget what i have learned today. To Him be the glory. Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-6981504022365298442?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/6981504022365298442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=6981504022365298442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6981504022365298442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6981504022365298442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-know-what-i-am-doing-here.html' title='I don&apos;t know what i am doing here'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-8154125957696112117</id><published>2007-06-23T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:39:51.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Many People Come and Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;But only a few ever stay, and even when they do, they only stay for a while. You'll only realize they're gone when they've already left. You'd never know that they have their other foot outside the door all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;When strangers come to your life, be careful of trusting them your heart. You'll never know they'll leave like thieves in the middle of the night, stealing a part of you and all that's left is your shattered heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;People come and go. Never wish for them to stay. Because they never will. When they have no reasons to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-8154125957696112117?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/8154125957696112117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=8154125957696112117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8154125957696112117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8154125957696112117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/06/many-people-come-and-go.html' title='Many People Come and Go'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-2847927673324891252</id><published>2007-06-16T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:40:49.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HappY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;A lot of things happened lately, and they were good things, not so surprising but relieving. EhhhHhH? Nothing, just so happy, and glad that school wasn't worse than i thought it would have been, that aside, i'm happy that school's back. With so many reasons. n_n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-2847927673324891252?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/2847927673324891252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=2847927673324891252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/2847927673324891252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/2847927673324891252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy.html' title='HappY'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-5084254912208099229</id><published>2007-06-12T20:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:41:03.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer vacation is OVER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;*insert tears here*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i now say byebye vacation...teh long hours of sleep, teh late morning naps, teh afternoon siestas ... i bid my adieu. i no longer will be oversleeping, but instead, i'll be good as a walking dead corpse with dark cirlces under my eyes. i never said school is the cause of stress, but my attitude towards it does. i suck at time management, so in the end, i always get a backfire and work late at nights on an eve of a deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i'll be looking forward for my third year as a university student. YaaaY... and hopefull, i'd be able to find where my kokoro went. HahaAhhha. maybe somebody has already taken it? i doubt that. /gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sad part about tonight is: I WASN'T ABLE TO FINISH MY sStory!!! the one that I started last sunday. i couldn't find my pen inside my head! i think it was fell in the nerves on my spine? then i'd better start swimming towards teh direction of my backbone. &gt;____&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-5084254912208099229?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/5084254912208099229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=5084254912208099229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5084254912208099229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5084254912208099229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/06/summer-vacation-is-over.html' title='Summer vacation is OVER!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-5478634703165215523</id><published>2007-06-09T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T01:54:13.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Deviantart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lately I have been inspired to get a hold of my pencil and start sketching. *sigh* thankfully, i was able to finish my SUNAKOxKYOHEI fan art!! just had it scanned and hopefully i would be able to upload it at my deviantart after the finishing touches. Uhnnn, i'm proud of my work even if my drawing don't exactly look like sunako and kyohei from PGE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just updating blog while waiting for tuneup to finish its scan on the pC i'm using in editing my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja Ne.! Ganbatte to me n_n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-5478634703165215523?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/5478634703165215523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=5478634703165215523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5478634703165215523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5478634703165215523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/06/deviantart.html' title='Deviantart'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-1277453293658275622</id><published>2007-06-07T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T14:01:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I say it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words if unspoken, will forever remain unheard and buried in silence.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Many say that the persons who do not have the confidence to speak up what they truly feel are just plain cowards. Those are the persons who would rather live the rest of their lives asking the question 'what if' and wake up each day with regrets on their hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why are simple words so hard to utter? Why does it take so much guts to voice them out? Could it be because of pride? Perhaps. And fear...of rejection. It's not easy to be hurt. Nobody wants to be in pain either. It's true that silence hurts but most often than not, words hurt even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;However, with silence, there also comes the consequence of not hearing the words one wanted to hear in return. Blurting the dreaded words out would only lead to two results: be accepted, or get rejected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You would never know unless you try. Say it, get hurt, and move on; than live forever in the agony with the question of "what if's". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Say it now, who knows? Maybe too soon might just be a second too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-1277453293658275622?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/1277453293658275622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=1277453293658275622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1277453293658275622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1277453293658275622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/06/should-i-say-it.html' title='Should I say it?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-6298809002418061487</id><published>2007-06-07T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I say it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words if unspoken, will forever remain unheard and buried in silence.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Many say that the persons who do not have the confidence to speak up what they truly feel are just plain cowards. Those are the persons who would rather live the rest of their lives asking the question 'what if' and dream away with regrets on their hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Why are simple words so hard to utter? Why does it take so much guts to voice them out? Could it be because of pride? Perhaps. In my case. Yes. And fear. That's because I admit I am a coward. And I have pride overflowing within me. But what can I do? I just can't. And I don't want to. Because. I don't want to get hurt. Even when silence hurts. But words hurt even more. Because, when I finally say those words, I couldn't give reasons. I couldn't even assure myself if i would be able to keep it. And I don't know if it will be returned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is complicated. Why does love have to hurt so much? Maybe because I was loving the wrong guy? The person giving me my best smiles...also happens to be the person to cause me much pain. But i can't say it to him that he makes me feel that way. What would I tell him? I love him so much that it hurts? Well, it's true. But why do I feel pain? Has he done anything wrong? Or...is it because he has done nothing at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-6298809002418061487?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/6298809002418061487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=6298809002418061487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6298809002418061487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6298809002418061487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2007/06/should-i-say-it_07.html' title='Should I say it?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-5929058948774015588</id><published>2006-05-10T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Law of Equivalent Trade</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Humankind cannot gain anything without first giving something in return. To obtain, something of equal value must be lost. That is alchemy's First Law of Equivalent Exchange. In those days, we really believed that to be the world's one, and only, truth. But the world isn't perfect, and the law is incomplete. Equivalent Exchange doesn't encompass everything that goes on here. But I still choose to believe in its principle: that all things do come at a price. That there's an ebb, and a flow, a cycle. That the pain we went through did have a reward and that anyone who's determined and perseveres will get something of value in return, even if it's not what they expected. I don't think of Equivalent Exchange as a law of the world anymore. I think of it as a promise between my brother and me - a promise that someday, we'll see each other again.&lt;/em&gt; — Alphonse Elric, Fullmetal Alchemist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-5929058948774015588?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/5929058948774015588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=5929058948774015588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5929058948774015588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5929058948774015588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2006/05/law-of-equivalent-trade.html' title='The Law of Equivalent Trade'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-114077817933315628</id><published>2006-02-24T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T20:57:35.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break away ...</title><content type='html'>Let go ... of the love that can never be yours ... or risk yourself with the pain of loving ...&lt;br /&gt;Give up ... of being a hopeless romantic ... or crush yourself with the thorns of helplessness ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should it be the time that I must bid my farewell for the moment that never shall be allowed to go on? Shall I say goodbye once again like what I did the last time? Shall I suffer once again with the regrets? Shall I be asking myself once again the dreaded question ... What if ...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you at least try to show me a flicker of hope or are you as scared as I am to let your heart move and say what it should and show what if shall feel? Would you be ready to tell me that you let yourself fall for me? Or shall the both of us stay reserved and let the words wanting to speak remain forever unsaid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall never know ... and I shall never realize ... or ... shall I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-114077817933315628?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/114077817933315628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=114077817933315628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/114077817933315628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/114077817933315628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2006/02/break-away.html' title='Break away ...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-113228936364481900</id><published>2005-11-18T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:49:23.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss Joo</title><content type='html'>And i'm hooked again with joo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah mwah mwah ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lav ya, my PC ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-113228936364481900?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/113228936364481900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=113228936364481900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/113228936364481900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/113228936364481900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-miss-joo.html' title='I miss Joo'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112511769449264508</id><published>2005-08-27T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:43:24.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanggang sa ngayon, mahal parin kita. Pinipilit ko lang ang lumayo ...</title><content type='html'>It hurts to get separated from the one you've really loved, yung tipong di mo makayang mabuhay nang di mo nakikita, di mo nahahawakan. Sheesh, kainis nga eh, para nga namang nagbreak kami. Pero di pa yan clear, wala nmn talagang word na break up ang lumabas sa bunganga ko eh ( basta, ako ung indirect na nagdeclare ng cool off or baka break na nga.) Waaaa... gusto ko nang makipagbalikan, pero pride lang to ... well, part narin dito ung being practical. STUDIES first, FOCUS. Yeah, kasi nga nmn, nawawala ako sa FOCUS pag kaharap ko siya. It's not as if I want to THINK and DECIDE and be RESPONSIBLE of my future. Yeah, SYA kc ang FUTURE ko. Well, i'd more likely want to GET MARRIED sa kanya. Ganyan ko sya kamahal. Kulang nalang, ako ung mag propose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha, buti sana kung sasagot un ng OO, o nga nmn, alam kong mahal nya rin ako, it shows. Obvious nga eh. Trying hard nga not to upset me (pero there are really times na na uupset me sakanya, but it has always been managed well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanga ko no... heto na, andito na lahat lahat, eh .... amp nmn, ako pa ung lumayo. ABAH, muwiset nga nmn talaga. Well, i just have to keep distance. Pero, OUCH... kelangan na yatang i renew ung relationship. Miss na miss ko na sya, heto ako ngaun, nagtitiis sa isang subsititute, eh nalalabi na rin ang oras niya &lt;&lt;&lt; malapit nang mag expire....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O...... MAHAL KITA, MISS KITA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i walk along the corridor, your image pops out on my head, and it makes me realize how i REALLY REALLY MISS YOU. And, well, paulit ulit na nga, I can't live a day without you &lt;&lt;&lt; wag kang magtaka kung bakit hanggang sa ngaun, buhay parin ako &lt;&lt;&lt; well, di pa nmn tlga ako Battery Empty eh... kaya ko pa to.. titiisin ko. I'll wait for time, for time to heal me. For time to help me live my life without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANG SAKIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka, bago ako magpapaalam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uulitin ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA,&lt;br /&gt;O aking Computer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, mahal ko Computer namin sa bahay, I can't live without it, pero i have no choice, i have to keep my distance, kundi, masisira ako....&lt;br /&gt;But i hope, sooner or later, magiging ON uli kami, at makakasama ko na syang muli nang may 6+ na oras araw araw. I know, it's destiny. Kaya, maghihintay ako, kung kelan tama na ang mali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, MY COMPUTER....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BALIW NA BALIW AKO SAU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT NGAUN NMNG HINDI TAU MAGKASAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isipin mo nalang (at iisipin ko rin)&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;.&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;BROWN OUT LANG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112511769449264508?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112511769449264508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112511769449264508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112511769449264508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112511769449264508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/hanggang-sa-ngayon-mahal-parin-kita.html' title='Hanggang sa ngayon, mahal parin kita. Pinipilit ko lang ang lumayo ...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-1733400666647314715</id><published>2005-08-26T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:03:33.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blithe Bonita</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Happy Ladies, these are we&lt;br /&gt;Laughter and joy, these we share&lt;br /&gt;We walk as if we own the road&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we talk as loud&lt;br /&gt;Giggle and cuddle and hugs everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Kisses and pecks and cheeks to say we care&lt;br /&gt;We sat till dusk on our haven's bliss&lt;br /&gt;We'd open hearts 'till night begins&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for day are same with Hi's&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow at school we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;MY companions&lt;br /&gt;My confidants&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;My life&lt;br /&gt;My soul&lt;br /&gt;My body&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Now we're away&lt;br /&gt;Life's not anymore the same&lt;br /&gt;I feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;Without them I am insane&lt;br /&gt;I miss them much, this keeps me sad&lt;br /&gt;Hope someday we'll meet again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-1733400666647314715?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/1733400666647314715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=1733400666647314715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1733400666647314715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/1733400666647314715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/blithe-bonita.html' title='Blithe Bonita'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112506975158215762</id><published>2005-08-26T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:44:32.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I couldn't count the days when was the last time I ever sat for almost an hour and so just surfing the net. Time has been too precious lately that I couldn't afford to waste it on unproductive activities. There's no need enumerating academic works which eat most of my time, it's a cliché, it's part of life and so what. I really don't need to display my “busy-ness”. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, cheer dance competition is on our intramurals and we are to compete among 30+ PE1 classes. We are to perform 4th on Tuesday, September 6. Now that gives us only a week and a few days to polish our moves. By the way, I’m part of the lifters group. We are the so-called props of our team. We’re totally separated from the dancers. Now that upsets me (but not really that much ^^, coz I like being the dummy [ooh, it’s not as if I’m really thrown up in the air &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;.&lt; ] because I’ve enjoyed our dance steps and has made me sweat, unlike being lifted shoulder-length level, it doesn’t give me a damn of a sweat, aside from the heat and dampness of the surroundings. Nestea (yeah, Rosnete, it’s you I’m referring to, I’d love to call you by that name, liked it? Hehe), I hope you’d be able to read this ^^, (as well with the rest of the Blithe Bonita, damn, I miss you guys so much) I just don’t have time to tell you what has been going on with my life ( you certainly know that I wouldn’t care use my allowance to load my cp. ^^, I’m not anymore addicted with it. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; &gt;&gt;&gt; but yeah, I learned to like cheer dancing … much ^^, noticed I’ve been too enthusiastic with our routine practices ^^. Although my group well … err ... are much of using up most of the time with “breaks” ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to share more on Sunday … &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt; *YAWN* stealing a few minutes of the time where I’m supposed to be dead as a log on my bed ish… nevermind … hafto go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112506975158215762?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112506975158215762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112506975158215762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112506975158215762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112506975158215762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/nothing-new-but.html' title='Nothing new but...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112427970218492545</id><published>2005-08-17T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:55:03.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMOKAGE</title><content type='html'>images of the past, thoughts in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, title ng piano piece which i am trying to play na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hands on started last sunday, and ... well, it takes me 4 measures in 2 hours per day ... *sigh* ang hirap nmn kc ng piece eh... owkay lang, the score's a challenge itself kaya... YAY! talaga pag natapos ko ito ... next week siguro... &gt;.&lt; hoping for teh best nalang ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maniwala nalang kayo para tapos na agad ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i wanna write a lighthearted poem, eh kaso, being lighthearted ish not my field... well, it would be a challenge ... sge, hihintayin ko nalang ang araw na yun, na kung saan nasa mood akong magsulat &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112427970218492545?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112427970218492545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112427970218492545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112427970218492545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112427970218492545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/omokage.html' title='OMOKAGE'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112389541512299067</id><published>2005-08-13T08:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T09:10:15.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!!</title><content type='html'>SAWAKAS!!! AT LAST!!! hehehe, natapos na rin ang midterm exams!!! I'm free i'm free i'm free!!! *jumps up and down.... *BLAG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*UNTOG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*OUCH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, wala lang, masaya me kc carry ko ang lumabas sa exams although i really couldn't assure that i'd have excellent grades...mababaw lang nmn ako eh, sana nmn at least, wala akong basak... average lang gud. &gt;.&lt;&gt;.&lt;&gt;&gt; College Algebra, well, anyways, accepted rin nmn na mahina talaga me dyan kahit na nagstudy me &gt;.&lt; pano kc, di ko agad na gets ang concept ng problem. BAH... jush forget it ^^, baka masira pa mood ko eh ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abah, tagal tagal ko na pala di naaupdate tong bloggie na to. ^^, busy sa pagchachat eh, at isa pa, wala sa mood, parang don rin sa pag r RB.... waaaa. FANFARE is dying na talaga... sheesh , i hope guys out there would find a way to resurrect it, minahal ko pa nmn tlga ung thread na yun &gt;.&lt; *minahal daw, eh ako pa ung nang iwan eh ....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BLAG*&lt;br /&gt;*UNTOG*&lt;br /&gt;*ULIT*&lt;br /&gt;*BUKOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that was really masakit ha....&lt;(-_-)&gt; sigh.... double-edged sword....ang talim ah... uhmm, yeah, before i forget, ung napagstudyhan ko kanina ... guess nyo what time ^_^ ah, 3am lang nmn, well not too early, really...nyways, ,ay nadaanan lang kc meng pangalan which /omg wala ah.... kung sabagay, eh walang araw na &gt;.&lt; wala ah... ano ba tong pinagsasabi ko....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sheesh, my world is going in circles, epekto ba to ng 1week na gigising nang maaga para lang magstudy?... i doubt it.. siguro it was about last night....waaaaaaaaa... no. tama na, shut up... Rain....teka, basta dito sa Southern Mindanao pagakakaalam ko di umulan, ang taas taas nga ng araw eh, pero ... ah, my eyes hurt. Umulan kaya? teka... *O.O* nahihilo na talaga ako...waaaaaaaaaaa................. ano ba to &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not really feeling well today... pero cge lang, i'll try to recover asap.... may practice pa us sa cheerdance eh... wala na, circles na..............ang bigat na ng ulo ko, pero ayaw nang pumikit ng eyes ko, pagod na eh.... teka, ano ba tong pinagsasabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be happy today, dapat nga i should reward myself eh, bat ganito.... nawala na sa plano.... teka.... can i just smile nalang.... ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112389541512299067?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112389541512299067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112389541512299067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112389541512299067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112389541512299067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/yay_13.html' title='YAY!!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-789921722600677176</id><published>2005-08-03T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:03:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is I</title><content type='html'>Eighty-plus adjectives that best describe the &lt;strong&gt;inscrutable&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;enigmatic&lt;/strong&gt; me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;moody&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;serious&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;quiet&lt;/strong&gt;, a &lt;strong&gt;loner - &lt;/strong&gt;whether I am concentrating on something or when I don't feel being the &lt;strong&gt;playful&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;carefree&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;humorous&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;talkative&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;noisy&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; gleeful&lt;/strong&gt; me. In short, I am &lt;strong&gt;unapproachable&lt;/strong&gt; when I am &lt;strong&gt;poker-faced&lt;/strong&gt;; otherwise you could face the &lt;strong&gt;cold&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;uncaring&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;frank&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;offensive&lt;/strong&gt; me. I feel sorry with my chaps when I treat them those ways, but it's just that I can't get away from being an &lt;strong&gt;irritable&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;huffy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cantankerous&lt;/strong&gt; person. Along with it, I can be &lt;strong&gt;proud&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;witty&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; smart&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;confident&lt;/strong&gt; but somehow there are hints of my being &lt;strong&gt;absent-minded&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;nescient&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;panicky&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;jittery&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;foolish&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; dull&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;insane.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there are many times when I am &lt;strong&gt;helpful&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;dutiful&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;responsible&lt;/strong&gt;. Most of the times I show &lt;strong&gt;initiative &lt;/strong&gt;and it's up on my&lt;strong&gt; lazy&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;sloppy&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;careless self&lt;/strong&gt; whether I would accept or object and complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I can be &lt;strong&gt;meticulous&lt;/strong&gt; and a &lt;strong&gt;critic&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;arrogant&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;piquant &lt;/strong&gt;person. It's either that I think before I speak or talk before giving anything a thought - mostly I would hate myself for unknowingly being &lt;strong&gt;revolting &lt;/strong&gt;beforehand. Unluckily I am misunderstood along with being &lt;strong&gt;hated&lt;/strong&gt;. My big bad mouth that even my &lt;strong&gt;mindful&lt;/strong&gt; self can't even shut it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;eager &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;curious&lt;/strong&gt; with the things that catch my mind yet I can be &lt;strong&gt;aloof &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;apathetic&lt;/strong&gt;, who cares? I tend to put myself on one's shoes and can be &lt;strong&gt;understanding &lt;/strong&gt;yet &lt;strong&gt;practical minded&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;neoteric&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issues are thought practically and my &lt;strong&gt;open-minded&lt;/strong&gt; brain always involves itself on endless debates that end up with no side right; however my &lt;strong&gt;hard headed&lt;/strong&gt;, decided brain orders one to be correct. Was I &lt;strong&gt;critical minded&lt;/strong&gt;? I know I am sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;sensitive&lt;/strong&gt; although I may pretend to be as hard as rock. I was hated and &lt;strong&gt;envied&lt;/strong&gt;, yet little do they know that I myself am &lt;strong&gt;envious &lt;/strong&gt;at them with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I may be &lt;strong&gt;brave&lt;/strong&gt;, a part of me is always &lt;strong&gt;scared &lt;/strong&gt;at the harsh realities of life. I am &lt;strong&gt;uneasy&lt;/strong&gt; in so many things as well. I am &lt;strong&gt;outstanding&lt;/strong&gt; to people who were satisfied with what they saw from me. A little do they know that I myself am &lt;strong&gt;insatiated&lt;/strong&gt;. I never was satisfied. I never considered myself excellent with anything. I keep on telling myself that there is always someone better than me; I am &lt;strong&gt;humble&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;thankful &lt;/strong&gt;with what I have, yet I am still &lt;strong&gt;unconvinced &lt;/strong&gt;with my talents. I consider none of them my strengths yet I openly accept my weaknesses - I cannot utter a tune nor move with the rhythm, I could not even involve myself on heavy athletic activities. I am flabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;persuasiv&lt;/strong&gt;e to develop with what was given to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be &lt;strong&gt;ambitious&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;dreamy&lt;/strong&gt;, everybody is. I am also a &lt;strong&gt;daydreamer - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;romantic &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;adventurous&lt;/strong&gt;; most of the time I live myself on fantasy rather than with the reality but due to the school pressure, should I still live in a castle in the sky? I think it's time for me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;secretive - &lt;/strong&gt;well everyone got their secrets and that includes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summing it all up, I am a &lt;strong&gt;universal person&lt;/strong&gt; who acts and feels like every person in this world. Nothing really sets me apart from them, but my &lt;strong&gt;mood swings&lt;/strong&gt; which make me unpredictable . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-789921722600677176?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/789921722600677176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=789921722600677176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/789921722600677176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/789921722600677176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/this-is-i.html' title='This is I'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-3103557585659866664</id><published>2005-08-03T05:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:03:33.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I stare up the velvet sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;With me in your arms you hold tight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wish I could blissfully die,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In love's sweet embrace it feels so light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I see the moon watch over you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And clouds so dark, so gray, so blue;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let its light reflect your azure eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bequeath them life from its sober gloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I leave, follow me please never do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For life on earth is better than where I am to;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And there's someone still waiting for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To love you more than I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She'd caress your face that I never did,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Return you kisses I never felt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;She'd say I love you too, words I never said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Make you feel loved, emotions I failed to prove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I could have shown you but tonight's the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I can't touch, can't hold, nor blow you my first kiss;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For here I am, I lay in your arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So weak, so frail, so limp, so numb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just let tears fall from my lifeless eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Despairingly, but this is my last goodnight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You won't hear this but I'd say it still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you too ... but this is goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-3103557585659866664?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/3103557585659866664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=3103557585659866664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3103557585659866664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3103557585659866664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/goodnight.html' title='Goodnight'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112298764783641940</id><published>2005-08-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T21:00:47.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check my other blog</title><content type='html'>it's for my Prose and Poetry ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rainsproseandpoetry.blogspot.com"&gt;http://rainsproseandpoetry.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt; leave a comment nalang rin.. as for now, i only have poems... am not really that goo poet though, pero anyways, maybe you could take a visit ^^...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112298764783641940?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112298764783641940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112298764783641940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112298764783641940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112298764783641940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/check-my-other-blog.html' title='Check my other blog'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112290012388679473</id><published>2005-08-01T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:42:03.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterm Review</title><content type='html'>wag na kaung magtaka ... next week na midterm exams namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya I won't be &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; frequent starting.... well, it started last week pa...heheh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112290012388679473?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112290012388679473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112290012388679473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112290012388679473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112290012388679473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/08/midterm-review.html' title='Midterm Review'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112269870865407572</id><published>2005-07-30T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T12:45:08.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWWAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa</title><content type='html'>wala lang....pasaway lng talaga ako......hindi ako nakinig sa drug symposium namin kanina sa NSTP....gee.....nakakadiscourage ano? :p pki nyu.hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I've changed... i think &gt;.&lt; peo i'm still the same loreen evah. ^^ just enthusiastic I believe.... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai, midterm...malapit na....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUCh...sakit2x ng mga braso ko....kc nmn oh, sa practice nmn sa cheerdance nung thursday....masyadong rough &gt;.&lt; tapos ngaung hapon, may practice nnmn kami...hndi ko alam if kakayanin ko to... how i wish i could...may isa pa ring problema GOSH....i forgot my cap, pano na to, of all the things i should forget, ang hat ko pa tlga...hndi p nmn cgurado kung sa covered area kami magpractice, pano na pa sa open field? patay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay, bat parang nawalan ako ng gana ... kasi nmn eh, masyadong na overworked muscles ko...uy, before i forget, hindi natuloy yung intermission nmn para sa seminar kahapon, kasi nga nmn, kahapon hindi kami nakapagpractice with music, eh may problema kc ung player, kaya un, ala na, nah, no regrets rin nmn eh ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* bat parang biglan akong nawalan ng idea kung ano pa ang isusulat ko dito sa journal...nyways... buhbye for a while ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112269870865407572?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112269870865407572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112269870865407572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112269870865407572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112269870865407572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/wwwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='WWWAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112246369143958161</id><published>2005-07-27T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:28:11.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY!!!</title><content type='html'>natapos na rin me sawakas sa project sa finance.... haay...after 3 nights staying late at night lay outing and et al... *phew* now i'm on the printing mode na..an bagal nga eh, more or less 5 mins per page ang printing, naka set kc sa best quality, 33 pages, how i hope hindi ako mabitin sa ink.../swt... nyways, proud me sa aking work... hahahahhahah.... ^^ pinaghirapan ko ata ito ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* midterm exam is coming ... hafto keep away from internet starting today up to August 13....gee, but i do hope from time to time i'd drop by ... gee, 3 weeks is long enough.... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muah muah muah to all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*intermission dance this coming saturday...AJA...i can make this, i;m doing fair during practice nmn eh ^^himala nga nmn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112246369143958161?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112246369143958161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112246369143958161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112246369143958161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112246369143958161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/yay.html' title='YAY!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-4956697789319760741</id><published>2005-07-26T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you?</title><content type='html'>Me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine... still the same yet different. No person is consistent I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become fond of collecting anime avvys for my YM Msgr, displaying an avvy in accordance to what I was feeling. Got loads of them and I'm finding it difficult sorting them out. /swt I should've sorted them first before I started saving them rather than dumping almost a thousand of them in a folder labelled : avatars. I have gotten acquainted with some RB-ers in YM, those which has stayed long ignored on my list (not literally though^^) well, just a few of them and we talked about stuffs, there is this one who's a paranormal enthusiast ... although I believe in what he shares, there are times when I find him unbelievable, in other aspects though, he says he can't leave home without a suit, and he's just 21. He's weird I even think he's fond of roleplaying and play pretend. Well, I respect him though. He sometimes give me goosebumps too especially when he talks about vampires ^^.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another one, he occasionally texts me on my cellphone although I don't usually reply (in the first place, I don't buy myself a load nor do I plan to except when I really NEEDED it) with stuffs, I remember him text me about the SONA yesterday and how it got to be on the Guinness Book of World Records with the most applause/claps in a SONA, and when I watched the news about the SONA, I just can't uderstand why was the president applauded, there were even standing ovations /swt. He didn't like it too, even mentioned monkey, i just couldn't remember how he used it in the phrase... too oblivious meh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there were other cool and uncool YM users PM - ing me from time to time as well as Reezah spamming her status messages... no harm about that, her occassional spamming is just fine for me. There is another whom I forgot, who uses to send some chain messages.... arrghhh, it was just fine for me too... i don't believe him anyway, there was just this one chain msg that i didn't like, something about my mother is going to die /omg ... kung kelan pa ba nmn on the night before, i dreamed the she really died ... well, maybe spamming the chain all the way could just give me assurance that she never will. /swt ... napasubo tuloy ako ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... really, I haven't been serious with YM latey, I don't usually stay late at night as well except when I do homeworks (well, 11:30pm is not yet late, right? ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my last statement could offend this other chatmate. It's just that I really doubt his sincerity though that's why I'm not taking everyone seriously, I mean, get emotionally attached to them, I don't need a deja 'vu. That's all. Hmm, yeah, one thing that I noticed about me was that I doubt too much already, and I can't jsut easily believe individulas with their statements (no offense meant YM users) hmm... now I wonder how I could regain my trust to netizens back... now I wonder, why was it lost in the first place? I can't find a definite answer ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of my internet life, well about my real life... hmm, I really am doing fine academically (not to mention when I got a 0 in our Math 9 quiz... I just didn't comprehend the problem much ... my bad ...) but seriously, I'm doing fair if not excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still didn't get the results of our modelling grade in PE ... but who cares? We could wait until our teacher reveals it to us. Oh, by the way, we had just taken our advanced midterm exam in PE, and the exam was just okay. I couldn't guarrantee to have a perfect/excellent results though... just fair. ^^ ... now we're starting the practice for our cheerdance competition... gee, although I'm not a good dancer and dancing is one of my greatest weaknesses, I find I am enthusiastic about it. Now I gained confidence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, on our NSTP class... /omg this is one i am not sure if i ever could handle. We have to perform a pop dance this Sat...and we only have today until friday to practice... ahhhh...this is going to kill me as this would be presented as an intermission number for the seminar on that same day &gt;.&lt; I ... hope... i ... can.....make ... it...AJA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG, got classes at 1:30... Management... oohh, I hope I won't get bored.... and PGS classes would be another promising class i believe... hahah, our Pengiun Teacher is so fun ^^ (no offense meant for her) I like her, really, she just bounces. Like my jabee..she's the second cutest...next to JAbee ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-4956697789319760741?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/4956697789319760741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=4956697789319760741' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/4956697789319760741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/4956697789319760741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/how-are-you.html' title='How are you?'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112235245210207431</id><published>2005-07-26T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T12:34:12.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Breathe</title><content type='html'>okay.... i drowned.... nlunod ako sa sabaw.... at isa pa.... na flush ko utak ko sa toilet kaninang umaga.... at may isa pa.....naglayas ang puso kow........................JOKE .... ang korny noH? char char lang gud..actually, (*gulp* wala pang nagpopost ng comment dito sa blog ko *anyways*) busy me lately for project sa finance... just working on the final touches nalang.... and lay out me uli, ang dami kcng nadagdagan ... nagmumukha na ko nitong pera dahil puro pera, pera, pera, ang kaharap ko sa computer since sunday night... plus tonigh (gee, i have tonight to finally finish it) hafto pass it na kc sa Friday...the plan is.... Tonight, kukunin ko yung printer sa house ng aunt ko (with what's left of the colored ink) magprprint ako ng mga first pages hanggang sa maubos yung katiting na ink sa cartridge... then tomorrow i have to rush to the mall to have an ink refill then (wednesday yan noH?) okay, then later at night, print the final pages...tapos bring the output on thursday at school to present it to my groupmates... then next day... yay!! pasa na keh titser... &gt;.&lt; I CAN DO THIS.... AJA...KAYA KO TOH.... ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112235245210207431?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112235245210207431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112235245210207431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112235245210207431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112235245210207431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-cant-breathe.html' title='I Can&apos;t Breathe'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112209448173530271</id><published>2005-07-23T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T12:54:41.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheesh</title><content type='html'>^^ i'm sleepy &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyways, NTSP class was fun today... we had a practice for our intermission number for the coming seminar this saturday &gt;.&lt; pop dance... argghh... i've got no skill on that yet... but am trying to learn :P ... me ish stiff... ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then later on, i dunno what was the essence of this activity, however our group were required to be blindfolded (except teh leader, luckily I was the leader ^^) te members are to form a human train then I as a leader must direct them to where they are supposed to go... turn around and walk on obstacles, it wasn't a contest really, but then, although we were the last group to have finished, it was fun ^^. I even took pictures from the activity... sad i wasn't included on the pic. &gt;.&lt; hawhaw, i was busy holding the camera on my right arm taking a shot without a focus while i was speaking my directions for them. ... i never thought it could have given me sweats... leading ish not really that easy ... nyways, i'm going to updload them later ^^, or soon ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112209448173530271?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112209448173530271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112209448173530271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112209448173530271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112209448173530271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/sheesh.html' title='sheesh'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-5956379557732825553</id><published>2005-07-22T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Cry Hard Enough</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna live my life&lt;br /&gt;Like every day's the last&lt;br /&gt;Without a simple goodbye&lt;br /&gt;It all goes by so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you've gone&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;For you to hear me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see for the first time&lt;br /&gt;I let go of you like&lt;br /&gt;A child letting go of his kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes, up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;There it goes, beyond the clouds&lt;br /&gt;For no reason why&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;For you to hear me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna look back in vain&lt;br /&gt;And see you standing there&lt;br /&gt;When all that remains&lt;br /&gt;Is an empty chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you've gone&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;For you to hear me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it goes, up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;There it goes, beyond the clouds&lt;br /&gt;For no reason why&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;For you to hear me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you've gone&lt;br /&gt;I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;No, I can't cry hard enough&lt;br /&gt;For you to hear me now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-5956379557732825553?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/5956379557732825553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=5956379557732825553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5956379557732825553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5956379557732825553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/can-cry-hard-enough.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t Cry Hard Enough'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-7806364270702771517</id><published>2005-07-19T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left all alone</title><content type='html'>All has left me and now I'm all alone.&lt;br /&gt;I just deserved it. Now I'm all forgotten and ignored.&lt;br /&gt;My weaknesses, my greatest fears.  What I sow, what I reap. I took all for granted&lt;br /&gt;and now all I have is just myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-7806364270702771517?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/7806364270702771517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=7806364270702771517' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/7806364270702771517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/7806364270702771517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/left-all-alone.html' title='Left all alone'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112177943176871050</id><published>2005-07-19T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T21:23:51.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Hah! Natapos na rin ang practicum namin sa PE. Yung modelling, unfortunately, it was a disappointment in our group's part ... nagkakalabasa kami ... you know, the squash thing. Hehe ... anyway, although we haven't really performed excellently, it was just fair. Ahhh ... "Rock Star" na ang tawag sakin ni Veronica ... mala Avril Lavigne daw ung style ko. (btw, punk yung concept nmn nun) *doubts that* Nyee. Sabi pa nga ni Carmela, na shock raw sila sa nakita nila. Parang hindi raw ako ... parang nasapi an raw ako ng demonyo ... sheesh. They said it was far from the "Loreen" they knew, that simple (shocks), elegant (eww),  formal (ngeek), silent (doubts that) girl ... [I can't blame that, one month plng nmn kami nagsasama ng mga classmates ko eh, kya nmn yun ang first impressions nila sakin &gt;.&lt; [flexible lng kc tlga me eh kya na carry ko ung punk - ness kow ... sheesh ...] {tama na... goosebumps ...}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww, anyways, the day was just okay, done the same routine and all... haha. But i hope it doesn't make life boring at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, now I know the effects of logging in the school internet lab ... wala nga nmng key logger, kaso may mga nakakakuha pa tlaga ng link ko... &gt;.&lt; kasalanan ko rin nmn eh, too careless...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112177943176871050?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112177943176871050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112177943176871050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112177943176871050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112177943176871050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/finally_19.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112174740343945120</id><published>2005-07-19T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T12:30:03.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kahit ano</title><content type='html'>Blahblah. CutieLalai.bogspot.com... check mow. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112174740343945120?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112174740343945120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112174740343945120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112174740343945120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112174740343945120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/kahit-ano.html' title='Kahit ano'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112170316562198654</id><published>2005-07-19T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T00:12:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Blog... edit, update, reconstruction... nothing. tired, used up, drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow na ang modelling nmn, and i hope satisfactory ang presentation ng group nmn, hope i'd enjoy it as much as i enjoyed doing the practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; May...stalker...na...yata...akow...&lt;br /&gt;He's been posting on my other blog... &gt;.&lt; i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just adding fire to the flame, if only i can have water to put out the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night ^^ it's late already and i still have to prepare for tomorrow'&lt;br /&gt;s activity ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112170316562198654?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112170316562198654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112170316562198654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112170316562198654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112170316562198654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='&gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-6858943618166013029</id><published>2005-07-18T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I died the day I left you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now you're the one who's leaving. I can't blame you. What right do I have? I was the one who left you first. What could make you stay when all the reasons to has forsaken you away? If only you know, I would do anything to make you remain but unfair as it is, I just have to let you go ... but before you do, could you just do me a favor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-6858943618166013029?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/6858943618166013029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=6858943618166013029' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6858943618166013029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6858943618166013029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-died-day-i-left-you.html' title='I died the day I left you.'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-8185533997289994682</id><published>2005-07-18T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>Sleep in a way is a postponement for pain, it is a tranquilizer which make one relax and forget about anxieties. One's at peace (nightmares - go away!grrr) but when one wakes up, all those bitterness come back. Sleep...is...a...sweet...escape...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-8185533997289994682?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/8185533997289994682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=8185533997289994682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8185533997289994682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8185533997289994682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112159936949295627</id><published>2005-07-17T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T19:22:49.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>HAWHAWHAWHAWHAW... I'm LAUGHING OUT LOUD. ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112159936949295627?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112159936949295627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112159936949295627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112159936949295627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112159936949295627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-3806955922662620391</id><published>2005-07-17T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Life gave me a lot of things to learn, things I should keep and I should let go, things to forget and sometimes regret. We get hurt, but why am I crying? It's because you're not anymore here to remind me ... to smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-3806955922662620391?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/3806955922662620391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=3806955922662620391' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3806955922662620391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3806955922662620391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112156895962999904</id><published>2005-07-17T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T10:55:59.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1210/1600/IMG_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3374/1210/320/IMG_0005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt; just woke up from sleep ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll be taking brunch then. *stomach growls* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;-----Finally, I got Jabee's pic uploaded. Yay!!! My cute oh sweet Jabee ... ^^, I'm obsessed with him. Tukmol (my peers) even suggested that I make him a fansclub. [!] why not [!] hawhaw. I've got lot of promising members and a veep. (guess who) hawhaw, ang karibal kow. ^^, Well, he's actually Jabee Jr. but not as equally as cute and he's fond of my Jabee too. ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112156895962999904?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112156895962999904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112156895962999904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112156895962999904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112156895962999904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/yesh.html' title='Yesh!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-6653175267190725632</id><published>2005-07-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if today would be the last time you could ever talk with me, what would your last statement be and how would you make use of our remaining time together?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-6653175267190725632?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/6653175267190725632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=6653175267190725632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6653175267190725632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6653175267190725632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-if.html' title='What if'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112143735451318479</id><published>2005-07-15T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:38:41.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang, i jush wanna post a pic here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with my college berks. hahah, me, ish the one with teh smile ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy beshide meh: Kiever... dah uber duber math wiz ... jajajaja. Kalog rin yan, tulad meh, pikon nga lang ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah girl on teh foreground : crush nyo? Hawhaw, astig yang si Meloy ... Kalog rin ... uber ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dah guy ... hawhaw, si Fritz, malupheet, malambing - raw (hahaha) totoo nmn ah. Totoo sa sarili ... &gt;&gt;&gt; 'sa pa, he shares sikwets w/ us. Hahaha ... habulin daw ng mga ... bak - la ... aws, ganyan lang tlga cya kagwapo. Sorry nlng sila, he's already commited ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh? Walang dugong dumadaloy sa katawan ... am I so pale? Hawhaw. (buti nlng ditow sa pic, di xado.) Meh ish ... meh ish ... awws, bahala na nga kaung mag describe sakin ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, wala si Jabee dito, mah cute and huggable Jabee... my teddy bear ... /sob, wala kasi sya nung dala kow ung cam... anyways, I got a cute cute cute pic of him ... kaso di pa maa upload. Teh cam's with dad, i hope tomorrow, when he comes home ... tsk ... uploaded na. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shing too ... (she's a she) is a prank woman, blunt. ^^, haha. She's kewl too. Warshock  ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112143735451318479?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112143735451318479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112143735451318479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112143735451318479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112143735451318479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/hahaha.html' title='Hahaha'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-6127157859870170159</id><published>2005-07-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words That'll Never Reach Your Ears</title><content type='html'>.&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;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-6127157859870170159?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/6127157859870170159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=6127157859870170159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6127157859870170159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6127157859870170159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/words-that-never-reach-your-ears.html' title='Words That&amp;#39;ll Never Reach Your Ears'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112143413762905736</id><published>2005-07-15T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T21:28:57.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Bags...</title><content type='html'>Haha, normal lang sakin yan, ang ayaw ko lang nmn, eh kapag dinadalaw na akow ng antok. Hayan tuloy, hindi ako makapagconcentrate sa klase kanina, pero okay lang, the lectures were just easy so no prob. ^^ i dozed a bit, 1-2mins only though and about 3 x only. Not bad, i still got to linger my brain out to nowhere... hahaha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English was fine - we only had a review about S - LV - C (yeah, pinagsawaan ko na yan since high school) our teacher was too confident that we are already familiar with these that she started classes by sharing another anecdote of her life. Haha, we enjoy it much. She's a moves like a cute penguin and I find it adorable. *remembers my Jabee bestfriend (awws, the next most cute, huggable, chubby person who ever lived on earth is her ^^, but  my beshfriend - ish teh best ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino - well, nothing much. Still remained uninteresting. But, ughh, gotta have some recitiation points so... haha, just recited a few lines and returned my foggy mind into the blankness of unconsciousness and let it float over wherever it wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious Education - we had our planting rites, got our hands dirty but worth it. ^^ nothing much really happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then hour 3 hour leisure time... we went directly to the canteen and ... unfortunately, i didn't have my appetite to eat lunch (awws, we take lunch as early as 10:30 am, that way, dire diretso na lahat2x) so i just had 2 packs of Magic Flakes and Milo Freeze. Hawhaw, the rest were eating their lunches. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went directly to the library almost dragging my limp body (awws, i really didn't get much of that hour's sleep last night so, Low Bat na ako) i had to do my Algebra homework which almost pissed me off coz i just can't solve the figures right. Good thing my math wiz closefriend was present for me to check on how he had done it. Hawhaw, comparing works, that's what you call it. ^^  Finally, wow, i learned the right way in answering em. MUah, thanks Kiev, you really are a genius. ^^, (he's the one calling me Biskwit Queen... awwss, Magic Flakes nalang sana ang nickname nya sakin.. &gt;.&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i hafto study for our quiz in Finance... arghhhh, i really was tempted to doze.... &gt;.&lt; sheesh, bawal yun sa lib, kaya.... panakawnakaw lng ng tulog... mga 3-5 mins lang, then i'll review notes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, natapos na ung 3 hour break... Algebra na ... passed assignments, board work (yung signments) well, i got to do  #6, the one which pissed me off haha. Then prof continued lessons... bo - ring. I let my mind drift again ... haha ... the lessons were just fine, i can make up to it. ^^ (yabang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ackkk.... ayun ginutom ako, i still got 2 more hours to go ... iba tlga when you eat your meal... ^^ ... awwwskk... grrrllll....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finance.... ack... essay type pala ung quiz... i hope i got a fair grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Mathematics ... one of my favorite subjects with my fave prof... wow, *samba* hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got perfect in the exercises. ^^ woot. 'syd from that, panakaw nakaw kain rin me ng Magic Flakes ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh.... finally,  tapos na ang kalbaryo.... grabs beshfren Jabee (*awws, ang bigat mong hilahin*) towards the canteen... *bilish! bilish! nag poprotesta na ang mga bulate sa tiyan kow!! patatalsikin na yata ako dahil pinababyaan ko sila.!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*phew* the way to teh canteen took longer than i expected. Ahhhh.... a slice of cake and iced tea... nagpalibre pa si Jabee ng fried isaw.... sige nalang.... *buys isaw*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eats cake,  shares isaw too... drinks iced tea ... amp, di akow nabusog. haha, nalipasan na kasi ng gutom. yan, yan kasi. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we proceed to the gym, sat on the bleachers waiting for our members to come... but they didn't come... haha, napostpone uli ang practice sa modelling. ^^ owkay lang yun ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh, uwi na rin me sawakas... hahah. Eto na me, updating mah blog.... harharhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/swt, walang kwenta /swt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112143413762905736?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112143413762905736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112143413762905736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112143413762905736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112143413762905736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/eye-bags.html' title='Eye Bags...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112133993979767147</id><published>2005-07-15T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T19:18:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!</title><content type='html'>Napostpone ang quiz. Nakalimutan ata ng prof namin. &gt;.&lt; edi mabuti ^^ Anyways, we just had another lecture ... well, the first 45 mins was okay, got my whole attention on the class (not to mention my being pissed off with this noisy student who use to talk nonsense with our teacher while on discussion, yung nakikisingit kung baga. napaka KSP nmn, trying hard ata magpatawa. Anyways, okay rin nmn sya et al  minsan, at least, they keep the class alive. Ang masama lng, kapag nasobrahan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyways, malas ko lang, later on, dinalaw ako ng antok. Waaaa. I dozed ... mga 2 mins lang, I was half conscious rin nmn. Mga 3 - 5 times yata, ranging from 1 - 2 mins ang duration (bawal kaya ang matulog sa loob ng classroom) well, pinikit ko lng nmn ang eyes ko, head bowed to cover my face. That's all. Then huli na nang na realize ko na naktulog na pala me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oki blog, later na muna ... gotta continue doing the project due two weeks from now ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112133993979767147?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112133993979767147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112133993979767147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112133993979767147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112133993979767147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/aaaaaaaahhhhhh.html' title='Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-112131737186060192</id><published>2005-07-14T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:02:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PE ... is great ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well, just had a normal day today ... and half of it was very fayn. (Yeah, half ... still noon ... right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;This morning, we had a trial and blocking on the stage in our PE class for our group activity. Modeling. Yeah, our topic was posture and we have to do a fashion show ... gee ... nyways, I enjoyed it a lot. Walked with confidence (nagdeodorant kc me kanina) (at nag toothbrush pa with Close Up) (not to mention wearing the Confidence na ... [it's a girl thing *insert laugh here* sikwet]) /swt, where am I ... oh, yeah, i carried myself just fayn, I just do hope that I had at least a fair score (our teacher graded our posture then) really hard leaning on the wall flat on your back and then walk without breaking the "flatness" of the back. Well, got a fair posture here, hindi nmn talaga ako kuba no. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, sa Tuesday na yung final, complete with outfit pa. Punk style ang napili ng group namen. Plus, they're sayin na kelangan maski isa sa group, mag mini - skirt ... *all eyes went to me* nyak, bat akow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Carry naman siguro. (btw, bawal miniskirts sa campus, sleeveless and hanging blouse rin {see how conservative our school is? *you should doubt that* Kc nga nmn, meron pring pasaway na nakakapuslit at nakakapasok with those outfits.... *now I'm deviating from the topic*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, by the way, di pa talaga kami nakagawa ng solid choreography, today was just impromptu. The group just wanted surprises. We've got practice nga today after classes. /swt kahapon nga meron sana, kaso iba yata inatupag ng grupo ... chit chat lang, edi na post pone nanaman. Anyways, I hope we could come up with a good presentation. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*may quiz pa ko ngaun sa management, wish me luck ^^,*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-112131737186060192?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/112131737186060192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=112131737186060192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112131737186060192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/112131737186060192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/pe-is-great.html' title='PE ... is great ^^'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-3077649208605570384</id><published>2005-07-14T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing ...</title><content type='html'>I ... miss ... someone ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ... wonder ... who ... that ... "someone" ... is ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-3077649208605570384?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/3077649208605570384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=3077649208605570384' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3077649208605570384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3077649208605570384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/missing.html' title='Missing ...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-7395291752633808570</id><published>2005-07-14T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-Nina-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a love that grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want it unless I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But with each passin hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Someone, somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Will be there, ready to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a love that's strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But will my lonely heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Play the part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of the fool again, before I begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop before you start falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm feelin that feelin again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been playin a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't winLove's knockin on the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Of my heart once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Think I'll let him in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Before I begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop before, you start falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish, foolish heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stop before you start falling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;Oh foolishfoolish heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Foolishfoolish heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foolish heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&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/13664211-7395291752633808570?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/7395291752633808570/comments/default' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-2696706780595076741</id><published>2005-07-13T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My eyes are heavy ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Need ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleep ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ZzzzZZzzzzZZZzzzz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-2696706780595076741?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/2696706780595076741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=2696706780595076741' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/2696706780595076741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/2696706780595076741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-eyes-are-heavy.html' title='My eyes are heavy ...'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-3984784339743483599</id><published>2005-07-13T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dollfactory.com/ProdImages/Lil-Halely-m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just sleepy... that's all ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-3984784339743483599?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-781688874701084317</id><published>2005-07-12T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pit</title><content type='html'>Words are not to tell,&lt;br /&gt;The time when i did fell,&lt;br /&gt;From a love that's a spell,&lt;br /&gt;That never could be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came like a hail,&lt;br /&gt;It caught me astray,&lt;br /&gt;A storm and a gale,&lt;br /&gt;It washed me away ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-781688874701084317?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/781688874701084317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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type='text'>SAME GROUND</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~Kitchie Nadal~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i cried&lt;br /&gt;And left you out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;It's hard&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you the way&lt;br /&gt;When i never really wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self denial&lt;br /&gt;Is a game so strange i never really should've wanted&lt;br /&gt;Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;Cause i have learned that love was beyond&lt;br /&gt;What human can imagine&lt;br /&gt;More it clears&lt;br /&gt;The more i gotta let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'cause what i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Is why i'm feeling so bad now&lt;br /&gt;When i know it was my idea&lt;br /&gt;I could've just denied the truth and lied&lt;br /&gt;Now why am i the only one standing stranded&lt;br /&gt;On the same ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since i cried&lt;br /&gt;And left you out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;It's hard&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you the way&lt;br /&gt;When i never really wanted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Self denial&lt;br /&gt;Is a game so strange i never really should've wanted&lt;br /&gt;Til there was you&lt;br /&gt;Cause i have learned that love&lt;br /&gt;Is a word just thrown&lt;br /&gt;A litlle bit too much of this&lt;br /&gt;Excuse to fill this infinite of desire&lt;br /&gt;And nevere ever have to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause what i don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Is why i'm feeling so bad now&lt;br /&gt;When i know it was my idea&lt;br /&gt;I could've just denied the truth and lied&lt;br /&gt;Now why am i the only one standing stranded&lt;br /&gt;On the same ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If all else fail&lt;br /&gt;Would you be there to love me?&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails&lt;br /&gt;Would you be brave to see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-5330986359717823822?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/5330986359717823822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=5330986359717823822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/5330986359717823822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-7816586536893885692?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/7816586536893885692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=7816586536893885692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/7816586536893885692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/7816586536893885692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-1272035350077771964</id><published>2005-07-10T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send my love to the toilet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*FLUSH*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-1272035350077771964?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/1272035350077771964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-8254107983409459790</id><published>2005-07-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I would tuck you in more tightly and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i knew it would be the last time that I see you walk out the door,&lt;br /&gt;I would give you a hug and kiss and call you back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,&lt;br /&gt;I would video tape each action and word, so I could play them back for one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time, I could spare an extra minute or two&lt;br /&gt;To stop and say "I love you," instead of assuming you would KNOW I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I knew it would be the last time I would be there to share your day,&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm sure you'll have so many more, so I can let just this one slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight,&lt;br /&gt;And we always get a second chance to make everything right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be another day to say our "I love you's",&lt;br /&gt;And certainly there's another chance to say our "Anything I can do's?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just in case I might be wrong, and today is all I get,&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say how much I love you and hope we never forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike,&lt;br /&gt;And today may be the last chance you get to hold your love one tight ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today?&lt;br /&gt;For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss&lt;br /&gt;And you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your loved ones close today, whisper in their ear,&lt;br /&gt;Tell them how much you love them and that you'll always hold them dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to say "I'm sorry", "please forgive me", "thank you", or "it's okay".&lt;br /&gt;And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Anonymous~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-8254107983409459790?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-3979726611503897702</id><published>2005-07-08T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unkept</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love Undefined; Love Ignored; Love Unspoken; Love Forsaken.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-3979726611503897702?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/3979726611503897702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=3979726611503897702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3979726611503897702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3979726611503897702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/unkept.html' title='Unkept'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-262983468431948929</id><published>2005-07-08T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If I love you, don't love me back; the odd is, you might just get hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-262983468431948929?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/262983468431948929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=262983468431948929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/262983468431948929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/262983468431948929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-496607516043106093</id><published>2005-07-07T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Poem</title><content type='html'>Where R U On ICQ&lt;br /&gt;by Tekkobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon this line I found you,&lt;br /&gt;on a little proggie called ICQ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ocean called the internet,&lt;br /&gt;you threw me an electronic net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you have me and what r you to do?&lt;br /&gt;will you keep me locked away in ICQ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;braving the dangers and the threat,&lt;br /&gt;will I c u is that what u choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or will I remain just a name,&lt;br /&gt;and you hidden from me just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we realize such a dream,&lt;br /&gt;or always disconnect so safe, so clean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(just copy - pasted it from somewhere ^^)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-496607516043106093?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/496607516043106093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=496607516043106093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/496607516043106093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/496607516043106093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-poem.html' title='Just a Poem'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-3401858201050213826</id><published>2005-07-06T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:03:33.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remains Unspoken</title><content type='html'>You wore the smile I've never seen before,&lt;br /&gt;But your visage I have discerned never,&lt;br /&gt;You made life sweeter when I felt bitter,&lt;br /&gt;Taken the depression off my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talked akin we have been forever,&lt;br /&gt;I shared as if you were a friend closer,&lt;br /&gt;Inspired me in such many ways and so,&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing, I had the same way too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shared our minds, we confided our hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Yet only, we're  just simple OL friends.&lt;br /&gt;We've conversed our thoughts and impart our vibes;&lt;br /&gt;Sad, but we were solely each other's guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of you, never knew you also do;&lt;br /&gt;Scribbled your name, for I remember you;&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for the hour to meet you too,&lt;br /&gt;And share a story of my life I'll do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May all this be love or only yearning,&lt;br /&gt;To tell in between is still confusing.&lt;br /&gt;Call this affection or admiration,&lt;br /&gt;But what I feel, BAS, remains a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~TBC~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-3401858201050213826?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/3401858201050213826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=3401858201050213826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3401858201050213826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/3401858201050213826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/remains-unspoken.html' title='Remains Unspoken'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-670644259669580076</id><published>2005-07-06T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remains Unspoken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You wore the smile I've never seen before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But your visage I have discerned never,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You made life sweeter when I felt bitter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Taken the depression off my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You talked akin we have been forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I shared as if you were a friend closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inspired me in such many ways and so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never knowing, I had the same way too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We shared our minds, we confided our hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yet only, we're just simple OL friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We've conversed our thoughts and impart our vibes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sad, but we were solely each other's guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I thought of you, never knew you also do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Scribbled your name, for I remember you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I wait for the hour to meet you too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And share a story of my life I'll do&lt;br /&gt;May all this be love or only yearning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To tell in between is still confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Call this affection or admiration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But what I feel, BAS, remains a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;~TBC~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-670644259669580076?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/670644259669580076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=670644259669580076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/670644259669580076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/670644259669580076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/remains-unspoken_06.html' title='Remains Unspoken'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-6898045652986036151</id><published>2005-07-05T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm dumb; I just lost my brain today. I'm numb; my heart has forsaken me away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-6898045652986036151?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/6898045652986036151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=6898045652986036151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6898045652986036151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/6898045652986036151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13664211.post-8285363276556325704</id><published>2005-07-04T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:04:00.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better yet hidden</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;*I found something in the internet - something that i never expected to find. It has brought me great happiness and is tearing me apart. All at the same time.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13664211-8285363276556325704?l=kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/feeds/8285363276556325704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13664211&amp;postID=8285363276556325704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8285363276556325704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13664211/posts/default/8285363276556325704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kawaiiladyreonelgray.blogspot.com/2005/07/better-yet-hidden.html' title='Better yet hidden'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16068985820463110055</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y272/reonel_gray/small.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
