<?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-3676670284787781473</id><updated>2011-06-25T21:15:39.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey! Clowie is my name. I am a positive thinker because being positive leads you toward success. Planning is what I always do because if I have a plan, I will strive to make my plan real. I promised to myself that I will always do my best to become a better person and to make my dreams come true. I know, Someday, I will go back in time through this blog so I will write down all the memories I want to remember in the future. Please watch over me and follow me on my JOURNEY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-7462990592598553994</id><published>2011-06-25T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T21:05:35.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promise!</title><content type='html'>I promise to have everything I want.&lt;div&gt;I will work hard to have all of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will show them that I can be what I want, I can have what I want.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They can never bring me down!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-7462990592598553994?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7462990592598553994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7462990592598553994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7462990592598553994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/promise.html' title='Promise!'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-5878403741855129520</id><published>2011-06-25T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T20:56:06.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why I feel like this?&lt;div&gt;I dont understand this feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel sad, envious and i dont know. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-5878403741855129520?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5878403741855129520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/5878403741855129520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/5878403741855129520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-3028274743696195319</id><published>2011-06-24T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:52:52.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a long time.</title><content type='html'>Whoah! It's been a long time since I've been here.&lt;br /&gt;So busy now a days. Ohh yeah!&lt;div&gt;IM A SENIOR STUDENT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-3028274743696195319?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3028274743696195319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/3028274743696195319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/3028274743696195319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/its-been-long-time.html' title='Its been a long time.'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-4928702806064320581</id><published>2011-06-19T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T19:01:23.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my favorite song at the moment. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;“KARA – Ima, Okuritai “Arigatou”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Gyuri]&lt;/b&gt; anata to deatte zutto iena katte kotoba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[SeungYeon]&lt;/b&gt; tereteru toka sonna ta yasui riyuu janai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Hara]&lt;/b&gt; risou to genjitsu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[JiYoung]&lt;/b&gt; taitei onaji janai kedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Nicole&lt;/b&gt;] gaita mirai ni ima mo watashi wa imasuka?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Gyuri&lt;/b&gt;] kawaru ga waru sekai wa irodzuite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Hara]&lt;/b&gt; osoru osoru kyou mo peeji mekuru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Nicole]&lt;/b&gt; dakedo anata ga hohoen de iru dake de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[SeungYeon] &lt;/b&gt;mirai mo shinjirareru no yo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;kokoro wo komete&lt;br /&gt;ima, okuritai “arigatou”&lt;br /&gt;kikoete imasuka&lt;br /&gt;itsuka watashi ga gin no doresu ma tottara&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I just want to tell you how much I love you&lt;br /&gt;yakusoku shite ne&lt;br /&gt;jyuunengo ato mo zutto anata to aruite yuku wa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;[JiYoung] &lt;/b&gt;umareru mae kara futari unmei datta no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Gyuri&lt;/b&gt;] moshi umare kawatte mo&lt;br /&gt;aitai anata to deaitai&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;[SeungYeon]&lt;/b&gt; tsurai kanashii namida wo nagashite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Hara] &lt;/b&gt;yasashii mabushii egao wo koboshite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[JiYoung]&lt;/b&gt; sonna anata no sunao na hyoujou ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Nicole]&lt;/b&gt; watashi wa sukuwarete iru no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;kokoro wo komete&lt;br /&gt;ima, okuritai “arigatou”&lt;br /&gt;kikoete imasuka&lt;br /&gt;umaku ienai anata e no kono kimochi&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I just want you to know my only true love is you&lt;br /&gt;aishiteiru no&lt;br /&gt;hyakunengo ato mo zutto anata no soba ni iru wa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;kokoro wo komete&lt;br /&gt;ima, okuritai “arigatou”&lt;br /&gt;kikoete ima suka&lt;br /&gt;umaku ienai anata e no kono kimochi&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I just want you to know my only true love is you&lt;br /&gt;aishiteiru no&lt;br /&gt;hyakunengo ato mo zutto anata no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Gyuri]&lt;/b&gt; soba ni iru wa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 12px; "&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-weight: normal; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(189, 147, 79); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-4928702806064320581?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/4928702806064320581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-my-favorite-song-at-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/4928702806064320581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/4928702806064320581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/this-is-my-favorite-song-at-moment.html' title='This is my favorite song at the moment. :)'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-7178397735197504299</id><published>2011-06-17T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T06:39:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Send my Love to Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;I read this story just now and felt something about it. I feel sorry for the Author of this story because he really loves Sam but Sam passed away a week ago when Chris got back home. :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What can I say about a girl I loved since I was ten... that I love the way she laughs at me when I commit mistakes, the way she fusses over silly things and even the way she cries over some sad silly late night show...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div class="postcontent" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was my best friend and I have known her since we were small. She knew all my secrets, which reveals my feelings for her, that I love her not only because she's pretty and smart but also the way she laughs at everything and the way she sees life and love. I could still remember the first time we met; I was five years old then. It was one windy afternoon having no one to play with except for my best friend, Troy. He and his family just moved out to a neighboring state at transfer because his father got promoted. And so I climbed up our tree house, I saw a moving truck coming down the street. I watched it approaching and noticed a family station wagon following it. It stopped in front of the house and out came a family. I was about to glance away when came out the loveliest girl I've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was four years old that time but then even at an early age she was a beauty. She had long curly hair, which reached almost to her waist. She had fair complexion and eyes which could make a man lose his heart into them. I continued to watch her when suddenly she looked up and saw me watching them in the tree house window. I was about to duck when she smiled and waved her hand. I waved back and then watched in amazement as I saw her running towards the tree house. So I went to the edge of the ladder and said, "Would you like to come up?" she answered, "May I?" So I help her climb up and when she reached the top she then turned to me and said, "By the way, my name's Sam, what's yours?" I answered, "My name is Christopher but then you can call me Chris." She smiled and said, "Well I like your name. Hey your tree house's neat!" then I replied, "Thanks! Troy and I made this. This used to be our hide out. We used to goof around, play ball and go biking together. He was my best friend and I kind of miss him you know." She smiled and said "I'm here now, we could do things you do with Troy and I could be your new best friend too. I never had a boy for a friend before so it could be exciting to have one. I could learn how to play ball and I have my bicycle so we could go biking together. Now how does that sound to you?" I smiled and said, "Well that sounds good enough." Then she held her hand and said, "It's a deal then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how it started. So we became best friends and it was kind of strange at first for she was a girl and there are things which I was little bit hesitant to indulge her like catching frogs, swimming in the lake and climbing trees, but then she tried and did everything just to please me. There was even a time when she fell off the bike trying to catch up with me in a race we had and I was the one who bandaged her scraped knee. I could still remember the time when she hit the window of our neighbor when we were playing baseball and it was I who talked to Mr. Chambers and promised to pay for the damage, which meant having to loose a week's allowance. I remembered the time when I fell off the tree when I tried to rescue a little kitten because Sam was near to tears when she saw the helpless kitten trapped in a branch. I even fought with the tough guy when they teased Sam and made her cry and I ended up having a black eye and a bruised cheek. I remember Sam crying as she placed an ice bag over the damaged eye and later gave it a get-well kiss. I did everything to please her and gave everything her little heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lake was our favorite hang out. We had our Saturday swim routine. We would pack food and later eat them under the big oak tree. There was a special branch in which the two of us could sit together and tell each other's dreams. She dreams of being a Ballerina and she knows my dream of becoming a doctor. She never laughs at my dreams and pursuits even if they were quite impossible. It made me like her even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As years went by, I noticed that my feelings towards her were slowly changing. Somehow, I thought it was just a simple crush case. But when I started thinking about her at night, dreaming of her and having the feeling of wanting to be with her all the time, I thought it was something different, something that made me feel strange, but then it was exhilarating feeling. It made me feel so alive. Whenever our hands touch, I could feel the tingling sensation in my spine. Once when we were at the lake having our Saturday swim routine and as I carried her towards the water edge, I had the feeling of not wanting to let go. I just wanted that moment to continue hoping it would never end. I then realized I was slowly falling in love with my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I tried to deny the feeling for I was scared to imagine what would happen if ever I'd try to tell her how I feel about her. I was scared because she might think that I'm taking advantage of her and our friendship. I was afraid of losing her so I just kept my feeling hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the age of fifteen and I noticed that Sam grew lovelier each day. How my heart aches wherever I see boys glance her way. I want to punch their noses as I watch them talking to her giving compliments, flowers and chocolates. There were times when I watch her at a distance with mixed feelings of anger and hurt! Because it hurts so much to know that there were so many things I wanted to tell her but then I could not do so. There were so many presents which I long to give her but then I could not for she might see me only as a friend. I was also scared of letting her know how I feel about her as much as losing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day, I just learned from a friend that she already had a boyfriend. At first, I tried to convince myself that it was just a rumor. Her boyfriend was Mark, a popular senior, who was the heartthrob of the campus. She, being the cheerleader was close to the basketball team to which Mark was the captain. When I saw them walking together at the parking lot that afternoon, I watched her with my heart slowly breaking into pieces. I saw her wave at me but I just pretended not to see her for I was scared that she might see in my eyes the pain I'm feeling inside because of seeing her with another guy. Those days that followed where the saddest days of my life. How my heart aches when I see her walk by me with him at her side. Every time we meet in hallways and I see him around her, there's a feeling inside me that makes me want to grab her away from him. How it hurts to see the girl I long possess was now owned by somebody else. That special smile I long for her to cast on me was now casted on him. As she passes by me she doesn't know that I whisper the words "God how I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one faithful day they broke up. She came too me that evening crying on my shoulder. They had a big fight and it ended up with their break up. Mixed feelings were scaring me inside. I was happy because she was free and maybe I would have the chance of telling her my true feelings for her but then I was feeling so bad because she is crying her heart out just for him. At that time, I was not quite sure of what I wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we found ourselves doing what we did in old days with our Saturday swim routine, spending time in our tree house. We still enjoyed doing childish pranks for we still are both young at heart. So many chances I had for me to confess my feelings for her but still I couldn't bring myself to her for I was scared of losing her once more. I once lost her, now I could not bear of losing her again by telling her, "I love her". So I just kept my feelings even if it was bursting to be expressed from my aching heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a week from our JS Prom, we were seated at the branch of an oak tree drying ourselves after our afternoon swim when she said, "I was wondering Chris if you would like to be my partner?" It just got out of my wits for it was like a dream I never thought would happen. It took me awhile to answer her, "I thought there are so many boys who would die for you to be their partner?" So she turned away and quietly said, "Well I just thought I would like to spend that night with my best friend." Then she continued in a whisper I could barely hear, "Don't you want to die just like them to be my partner Chris?" I was too stunned to speak for it came close for me to blurt my feelings for her. We… we're silent for a while until I finally whispered, "I would be happy to be your partner Sam. "The she smiled and suddenly kissed my cheek. I could hardly contain the joy I felt that time. I saw her turned red and bowed her head. Suddenly she stood up and run towards the water saying, "Last one to reach the water treats to sundae fudge!”I ran slowed up so that I would lose which meant having to have her with me for another three hours or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Prom night came. I bought a new tuxedo and poured almost the entire bottle of perfume. I went to fetch Sam. Sam's mother greeted me and I went to sit in the living room waiting for her to come down. I was talking to her father when I heard her say, "How do I look?" I look up and saw her lovelier than ever in a strapless white dress with her hair flowing around her face. I stood up and opened my mouth but found out I could not find my voice. Then I got her hand shakily fastened the corsage around her wrist and whispered, "To the loveliest girl in the whole world." She then asked, "Is that true?" I nodded and she smiled and I smiled back then I turned to open the door for her. When we arrived at the gymnasium we hardly recognized our classmates. Gone were the jeans and T-shirts. They were replaced with tuxedos and gowns. Then I held out her hand bowed and said, "Would you give me the honor of your first dance?" She laughed and curtseyed. Then I led her to the dance floor. It was like a dream coming true, a moment of enchantment. I was there dancing with the only girl I ever loved. She was smiling up to me, as we were slowly moving in a smooth gliding motion. I found myself lost as I stared down to her sparkling eyes. The curls of her long hair were like waves enhancing her beautiful face. There were so many things I wanted to tell her that moment. I wanted to tell that she was the most beautiful girl that night. I wanted to tell her that she would always be the beacon of light in my darkness, but what I wanted to tell her the most was that I love her. I drew up all my courage and bent to whisper it in her ear but suddenly the music stopped and the magic was gone. I came close to telling her, but still haven't done it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked towards the table and found ourselves surrounded by friends. I asked her if she wanted a drink, she nodded and so I went to get one. It took me a long time to get one and when I returned to our table, she was gone. I asked her friend, Katie, where she was but she told me that she doesn't know. So I went to search for her. As I was searching for her, I reached the garden. There I saw two silhouette figures outlined by the moon's silvery light. They were so close to each other that I could never describe the feeling I had when I recognized the white dress that Sam was wearing that night. I just turned and left the gymnasium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that night, I avoided her. Many times she tried talking to me but I never gave her the chance to do so. I was afraid to hear her say that she loves Mark and not me. I would rather have left in ignorance of her true feelings for me than to hear from those dreaded words and feel my hope crush and my heart break. I didn't return her calls. I would not see her if she comes into our house. In the hallways, as she approaches I would go to another direction. It also hurts to do those things but then I thought that was the best way to forget her. Those months were tormenting but still I kept my pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of our graduation came. I was planning to take up medicine at a neighboring state and was to move out the next day. As the program ended, she approached me and handed me a rose. As she stared at me, there was something in her eyes I couldn't describe. There was sadness in them and when she smiled it wasn't the same smile she had. I wanted to hug her at that moment, tell her that I love her but then she turned and walked away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I moved out the next day as I planned. Luckily, I was accepted at the university. I concentrated with my studies but still I think of her at night. I was always wondering if she thinks of me too. I tried hard not to think of her but still I could not stop myself from loving her. Each achievement I have was done for her. I thought that if I will be successful one day, I would be able to tell her that I love her and by that time, I'm worthy of having her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a year after our graduation when I decided to return home and see her again. I thought a year is too much for me not to see her and during the past year I felt like a person lost in the desert and only the sight of her could quench the thirst I have inside. As I got off the plane, I went home directly, desperate to get to her house desperate to see her, to hug her. Then I would tell her that I missed her and that I have loved her for a long time. This time I am determined to let her know my true feelings for her and I could not contain anymore the love I have for her. I reached their house; I saw her elder sister and I approached her. I smiled at her but I noticed she didn't smile back. I was confused for she used to be a cheerful lady just like my dear Sam. I then asked, "Hi Jen! I guess you're surprised why I'm here. Well I just want to visit you and I was also hoping to see Sam. I kind of miss her you know. Mmm… by the way have you seen her?" All I saw was sadness in her eyes as she replied quietly "Come follow me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was confused with the way she's acting but still I followed her. As we were walking, I was trying to indulge her in a conversation but she just answered my question briefly. Then I realized that she was leading me to the direction of the lake. It was still the same as I left it, with the same oak tree, Sam and I used to climb up. I smiled upon remembering the kiss Sam gave me when I agreed to be her partner. It's been one of the happiest days in my life and I realized that I missed Sam more than I thought. Then Jen stopped walking and pointed to the tree. She then whispered, "There's Sam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at where she was pointing and saw a newly dug tomb with the name of the girl I ever loved. I could not believe at what I saw and desperately tried convincing myself that this is all just a nightmare and I would soon wake up. I stared at Jenny in disbelief with her eyes searching for explanations and she slowly started saying, "It has been a week since she died. She died of Leukemia, but even though she was sick, she never stopped thinking about you. It was even your name she uttered before she died. She asked us to bury her here for she always regards this place as a place of LOVE. She said that this is where she had spent the happiest days and that was when she was with you. By the way, she also asked me to give you this." She handed me a parcel and with that she left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slowly opened the parcel and saw that it contained the dried orchid from the corsage I gave her for our prom. Then at the bottom I saw a letter. It was dated last month. I opened it with shaking hands and started reading........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know… by this time you read this letter I'm gone. I just want to tell you that I feel very lucky and thankful to God that I had a friend like you. I would also like you to know that I had left something inside, something I kept from you all these years. I love you Chris, not in a friendly way but as one who would feel like spending the rest of my life with. I have always loved you even from the start. I guess it just bloomed each day that's why the happiest days of my life was… when you were by my side. You just don't know how I dreamed of you at night and wake up in the morning and dream no more for you were with me. When you were away, I can't stop crying because I was afraid to think that you are with another girl. I just can't bear to see you with another girl. I just want you all to myself. I may sound selfish but that's how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time, you held me close to you, was like a dream coming true, for to be close to you and feel your heart beating next to mine was like heaven. So many things I did so that you will learn to love me but I NEVER saw a hint. I did everything to please you because I love you so much that I even tried to fool myself that you're in love with me too. So many nights I've cried when I think of myself unloved by you. Well you might think that what I'm saying are lies but, I tell you, my heart speaks the truth for I cannot bear telling a lie to the one I love. I know you might be thinking of Mark; but I just did that to make you jealous, to make you see me as a young woman, capable of loving and not as the little girl you used to play with. Sometimes I imagined that you were jealous and fooled myself that it was a sign that you feel something for me too. When Mark and I broke up and I came crying, I just did that to know… how you would react and with that I'll know that you love me too. But I failed for you didn't give me any clue. When our prom night came, you just don't know how happy I was when you handed me the corsage and saying that I was the loveliest girl in the whole world. While we were dancing, I wanted so desperately to hear you say that you love me too but you NEVER did. When Mark came and pleaded me to give him a second chance, I was scared that you might see us talking. I didn't want you to get the wrong impression so I told him we would talk in the garden. There I explained to him that it's you whom I really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next was that I found you missing and later learned that you were searching for me, I just concluded that you saw us together. The next day, I tried to explain but then you never gave me a chance to do so. You continuously avoided me and never knew how much pain I've experienced that time. I felt the world crushing on me. In our Graduation day, when I approached you, I wanted to tell you… how much I loved you but I decided that I just couldn't do it. I could not bear to hear that all you feel for me is just brotherly hand of love. For I want you to love me as a woman and not as a girl or playmate. So I just turned away and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that saying I LOVE YOU might be too late, but still I want you to know that I will always love you and my heart has always been and will be yours alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Think of me sometimes... and always remember that loving you was the best thing that ever happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt my tears falling as I folded the letter. I wanted to shout out to let her know that I love her, if not as much, but more than she did for me. I love her more than anything in this world. I knelt touching the soil of her grave and rain started to fall. I continued crying softly and whispered, "Oh God, send my love to heaven."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISCLAIMER: I am not the original author of this story. I just posted this on my blog to keep this as a treasured collection. SO please refrain from commenting about the integrity and the honesty virtues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3676670284787781473-7178397735197504299?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7178397735197504299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/send-my-love-to-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7178397735197504299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7178397735197504299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/send-my-love-to-heaven.html' title='Send my Love to Heaven'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-7716882997357106970</id><published>2011-06-13T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T04:35:57.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>First day was not bad at all.&lt;div&gt;Met a new classmate (Joanna)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a former 3-Makiling who was not accepted in the 1st section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's quiet and kind at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a new classmate - Joseph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They teased us. Hate it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They also voted for me as the Discipline Committee for English Club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-7716882997357106970?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7716882997357106970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7716882997357106970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7716882997357106970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-2441009454046022592</id><published>2011-06-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T20:42:07.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06.11.11 (Oh My School)</title><content type='html'>OMG! 2 days left to enjoy my vacation.... &lt;div&gt;ehh? enjoy? I cant enjoy it. what's up with my right foot? :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Excited but sad. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-2441009454046022592?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2441009454046022592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/061111-oh-my-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2441009454046022592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2441009454046022592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/061111-oh-my-school.html' title='06.11.11 (Oh My School)'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-2227044005260966064</id><published>2011-06-03T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T06:04:45.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>06.03.11 (Sad)</title><content type='html'>I feel so sad right now.&lt;div&gt;T-ara is in Singapore now and I envy those fans who saw T-ara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I wish I was there. I want to meet them too. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-2227044005260966064?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2227044005260966064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/060311-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2227044005260966064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2227044005260966064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/06/060311-sad.html' title='06.03.11 (Sad)'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-8347221504832261971</id><published>2011-05-25T08:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T08:36:17.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05.25.11 (Amazing day)</title><content type='html'>Today? uhhhmmm. lots of things happened.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-We went to the Barangay Hall to get a Cedula for me as a bank requirement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Oh! before that, we played under the rain. yeah under the rain. Its been a long time since we played under the rain. those moments are unforgettable and incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-8347221504832261971?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/8347221504832261971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/052511-amazing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/8347221504832261971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/8347221504832261971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/052511-amazing-day.html' title='05.25.11 (Amazing day)'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-4287204250208778400</id><published>2011-05-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:53:23.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05.23.11</title><content type='html'>and yeah. A lot of things happened today.&lt;div&gt;-Mom put a medicine on my wound and after a few minutes I felt that it was aching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Mom went to Divisoria and went back home with pears and apples and......Kisses chocolate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate a lot of chocolate so my tummy isn't good now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I also tried to make a birthday message for Jiyeon, a hand written one but still not finish with it, dont know what to write yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Almost 12 am now but still here, typing this blog. :) gonna out in a while though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-4287204250208778400?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/4287204250208778400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/052311.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/4287204250208778400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/4287204250208778400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/052311.html' title='05.23.11'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-6530019971591106724</id><published>2011-05-21T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T06:00:15.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy! Happy!</title><content type='html'>Had a good day with my friends, Jem and Krizelda.&lt;div&gt;We ate Dimsum bowl and I bought fruitas as my beverage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After walking at the mall, we went to Jem's house to watch White Chicks and we customize our "kittynote." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-6530019971591106724?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6530019971591106724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/6530019971591106724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/6530019971591106724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-happy.html' title='Happy! Happy!'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-3812286595951573520</id><published>2011-05-20T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T07:39:46.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05.20.11</title><content type='html'>I had so much fun today. I hanged out with my friend that I haven't seen for 2 years.&lt;div&gt;We go the mall, we ate, we bought remembrance and walked together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of the unforgettable memories I've ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-3812286595951573520?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/3812286595951573520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/052011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/3812286595951573520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/3812286595951573520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/052011.html' title='05.20.11'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-6593734282306363479</id><published>2011-05-19T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T05:57:25.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss them!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what feeling is this.&lt;div&gt;When it's school days I want to have a vacation and when it's already our vacation I want school days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my teachers. I miss how they teach us. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 weeks to go and our last year in high school will start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-6593734282306363479?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/6593734282306363479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/miss-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/6593734282306363479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/6593734282306363479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/miss-them.html' title='Miss them!'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-4755402556809820049</id><published>2011-05-19T03:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T03:52:54.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrgggh!</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to get on last night because of my f*cking sister!&lt;div&gt;She's so annoying. So boastful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; white-space: nowrap; font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; white-space: normal; "&gt;Her self-importance becomes unendurable each day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-4755402556809820049?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/4755402556809820049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/arrgggh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/4755402556809820049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/4755402556809820049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/arrgggh.html' title='Arrgggh!'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-2373914517160375113</id><published>2011-05-17T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:45:09.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>I'm excited to read my previous post when I am old enough to tackle all the situations.&lt;div&gt;I want to read all my previous post after 6 years. I think, that time I already have a work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A work that I've been wanting for so long. I'll keep on posting what I want and what I feel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-2373914517160375113?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2373914517160375113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2373914517160375113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2373914517160375113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-5925704239540694106</id><published>2011-05-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T21:32:42.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?</title><content type='html'>Im still pissed off with my sister. She always notice what i am doing even not necessary.&lt;div&gt;Does she wants to fight with me? She's so mean, you know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She acts like she knows everything. She's older than me but it doesn't mean she can treat me like this. Maybe she's smarter but just because she has a lot of experience than me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to have a good relationship with her but it seems she doesn't want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-5925704239540694106?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5925704239540694106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-should-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/5925704239540694106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/5925704239540694106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-5034799087707283119</id><published>2011-05-16T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T05:21:08.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im pissed off.</title><content type='html'>Im pissed with my sister! Urrgghhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-5034799087707283119?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/5034799087707283119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-pissed-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/5034799087707283119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/5034799087707283119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-pissed-off.html' title='Im pissed off.'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-2932927369934697703</id><published>2011-05-15T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T05:35:07.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Stuff</title><content type='html'>Just got home.&lt;div&gt;We went to book store to buy school stuff for this upcoming school year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just ate fries with burger and pineapple juice for dinner. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-2932927369934697703?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2932927369934697703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/school-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2932927369934697703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2932927369934697703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/school-stuff.html' title='School Stuff'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-1173364134866909913</id><published>2011-05-14T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T19:48:57.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are Words - Chris Medina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;Anytime you whisper my name, you'll see&lt;br /&gt;How every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know an angel was sent just for me&lt;br /&gt;And I know I'm meant to be where I am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be&lt;br /&gt;Standing right beside her tonight&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I would never leave when she needs me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If you really don't mean them&lt;br /&gt;When you say them&lt;br /&gt;What are words&lt;br /&gt;If they're only for good times&lt;br /&gt;Then they don't&lt;br /&gt;When it's love&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you say them out loud&lt;br /&gt;Those words, They never go away&lt;br /&gt;They live on, even when we're gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you are, I am near&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere you go, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna be here forever more&lt;br /&gt;Every single promise I keep&lt;br /&gt;Cuz what kind of guy would I be&lt;br /&gt;If I was to leave when you need me most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm forever keeping my angel close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-1173364134866909913?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1173364134866909913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-are-words-chris-medina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/1173364134866909913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/1173364134866909913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-are-words-chris-medina.html' title='What are Words - Chris Medina'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-9001296776777747548</id><published>2011-05-14T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T08:22:12.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Chloe"</title><content type='html'>I went outside earlier for some fresh air and there was a kid who asked my mom if who am I and my mom answered "She's Chloe" and the girl replied "ohh, my dog's name is Chloe". That made me laugh and the girl keep on looking at me. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do I look like a dog? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-9001296776777747548?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/9001296776777747548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/chloe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/9001296776777747548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/9001296776777747548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/chloe.html' title='&quot;Chloe&quot;'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-1021601759134639939</id><published>2011-05-14T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T07:14:02.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Injury. :(</title><content type='html'>They know I have a left foot injury and I got a wound in my right foot but they still want me to move.&lt;div&gt;They want me to carry heavy things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-1021601759134639939?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/1021601759134639939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/inujry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/1021601759134639939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/1021601759134639939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/inujry.html' title='Injury. :('/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-2752768228745370494</id><published>2011-05-14T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T07:13:44.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary.</title><content type='html'>I decided to use this blog as my diary. &lt;div&gt;From now on, I will post everything here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will write all the ill feelings on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-2752768228745370494?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/2752768228745370494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/diary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2752768228745370494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/2752768228745370494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/diary.html' title='Diary.'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3676670284787781473.post-7099823161530781190</id><published>2011-05-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:58:51.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First time!</title><content type='html'>This is my first time here and first post too. Follow me on my journey and you'll know me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3676670284787781473-7099823161530781190?l=idolovemyself.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/feeds/7099823161530781190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7099823161530781190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3676670284787781473/posts/default/7099823161530781190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://idolovemyself.blogspot.com/2011/05/first-time.html' title='First time!'/><author><name>angelclowie18</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15196452502610175987</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U3L2XsYQu58/Tc37Ia4zHvI/AAAAAAAAAA4/LwmcADz_gek/s220/IMG0678A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
