tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8797981972598622002024-03-12T16:45:56.512-07:00Oh! Strawberryyy.Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-3981092889939376582013-11-25T08:35:00.000-08:002015-01-23T11:37:39.617-08:00Be Still, My Heart<span style="font-size: x-small;">It was never easy, in my opinion, to move forward from a past relationship. Falling in love again, either, is such a struggle (for me anyway).</span><br /><br />How many times have I tried,<br />To keep my heart out of sight?<br />I've built a wall to guard me up,<br />But you were so close I had to give up.<br /><br />Your eyes, I can't quite resist,<br />Windows to your beautiful soul, yes, it exists.<br />One more look and my feelings, you will surely capture,<br />Oh, how pity, a sweet torture I have to endure.<br /><br />You're always calm, never tense,<br />Sounds like a true man, never dense.<br />Always gentle, always kind,<br />To the negativities, forever blind.<br /><br />Your captivating smile,<br />Made me lose myself for a while.<br />You kept me disarmed,<br />You have got me with that charm.<br /><br />Your scent, they've been keeping me,<br />Far from reality so I count to three.<br />Then look at you and pretend to be,<br />The normal girl I used to be.<br /><br />Be still my heart,<br />Don't rush, please hush.<br />He might hear you thump out loud,<br />I laid my cards on the table to be found.<br /><br />I keep all my worries at bay,<br />And to the Lord I utmostly pray,<br />"Please leave his heart out for me,<br />For I will surely take care of thee."<br /><br /><br /><br />Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-55867337816810374562013-01-08T22:50:00.000-08:002015-01-23T11:37:39.620-08:00ATC Date with My Loves<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Warning: This is a picture-heavy post.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has been known to you (or maybe I should remind you through this <a href="http://ohstrawberryyy.blogspot.com/2010/10/keeping-my-eyes-open.html">post</a>) that my friends are my second family. Years or friendship built and tested through thick or thin and petty misunderstandings in between, we managed to jump past off the downbeats. So enough of the drama! Me and my girls – Kim, Krizh, Leslie and Amity went to Alabang Town Center for our much anticipated bonding!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/75961_3468352367108_1531370457_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/75961_3468352367108_1531370457_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/375235_3468351407084_573258801_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/375235_3468351407084_573258801_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282971_3468352807119_1677079149_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/282971_3468352807119_1677079149_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/533485_3468371047575_920374882_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-prn1/533485_3468371047575_920374882_n.jpg" width="300" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A little vanity won't make any harm. :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We agreed to meet there at two pm but we arrived a LITTLE late than usual which was past three. Define Filipino time. So anyway, we headed straight to California Pizza Kitchen. 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Can I just make an excuse that we just made an effort to stretch the time we had while waiting for the food?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262672_3468362327357_88098569_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-h-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/262672_3468362327357_88098569_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/418042_3468360407309_140786147_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/418042_3468360407309_140786147_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/734572_3468360927322_700346328_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-e-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/734572_3468360927322_700346328_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sadly, Mitch wasn’t around because she was busy with her family since we did this on a Saturday.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">No date is complete without a dose of coffee especially with girls who love caffeine, right? More girl talk and laughs at Starbucks. The conversations we had were more mature now. Does that mean that we're grown ups already?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/229808_3468339886796_2018907712_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-f-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/229808_3468339886796_2018907712_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/418058_3468340166803_1032591800_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/418058_3468340166803_1032591800_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/419536_3468356807219_1826423460_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-c-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/419536_3468356807219_1826423460_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307529_3468353727142_5111451_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-b-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/307529_3468353727142_5111451_n.jpg" width="400" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And with the ever huge Christmas tree to end the night!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think what matters most in a relationship, whether boyfriend-girlfriend, with your friends or even with your family is that you find time to spend and bond with them. If you’re too busy with work or school, just keep the communication lines open. These people are where your heart is, to begin with.</span></div></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anyway, you might want to try your luck in my WELCOME 2013 GIVEAWAY with Lhyzie <a href="http://ohstrawberryyy.blogspot.com/2012/12/welcome-2013-giveaway-from-oh.html">here</a>!</span><br /><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px !important;" /></span>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-28731088129074164852012-12-27T03:20:00.000-08:002015-09-04T02:16:19.733-07:00Model for a Day!<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I've been AWOL for a couple of days and I admit that I have a line-up of entries to post, but I was too lazy to do that. Should I blame the holiday season and the Christmas weight I gained? ;) Which brings me to my lack of existence that I haven't greeted you. Boo!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now back to regular programming. This is a post long overdue. Anyway, Every girl dreams of being a model. I, for once, wanted to be a runway model. Yes, runway model because aside from the fact that I am not photogenic, I am naturally <i>maarte maglakad. </i>That's why I claim that I can't be an ad / fashion model.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Thanks to my girl bestfriends, I was tagged along to try it! We all came from the south, Cavite to be exact, and we did our shoot in La Mesa EcoPark in Quezon City. Commuting was part of the fun. We were all loud and noisy on our way there. Sorry, other MRT passengers! We just enjoyed being together again! Enough with the nitty gritty blabber. Here are some of our photos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We arrived at roughly two or three in the afternoon and she moves veeeeryy slow to the point that her pictures were taken at sundown.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This girl looks beautiful at any angle, believe me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The most classy of us all, I think. She did her make-up and mine.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ohh, that's me. LOL. It was kind of awkward to do poses since it was my first time to do a shoot.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Krizh wasn't here because at the rate things went, the three of us were done with our second outfit shoots and Krizh wasn't finished prepping up yet. I told you she moves very slow, eh.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The pictures were captured by our friend, MJ. For a beginner, which he claims he is, I can say he's pretty much great! Fact: he looks like Sid Lucero! He a<span style="line-height: 16px;">ccepts commercial, fashion, portrait, cosplay, still life and food photoshoots. </span>You can view his other works <a href="https://www.facebook.com/MarkJohnBunyiPhotography"><span style="font-size: large;">HERE</span></a>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well, who doesn't want to be a model, right? With all the glitz, make-up, dressing up and accessories, a kikay girl could definitely not ask for more! :)</span></div>
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Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-68245509996773966142012-11-26T02:02:00.000-08:002015-01-23T11:37:39.623-08:00Escape<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Note: For the times that my emotional weakness was squeezed into the surface, here's the *insert adjective* outcome.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><i>ESCAPE</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">How many days more will my heart be sore?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because I want to be happy just as before.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I pray for this heart that has been torn apart,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To heal so that from scratch, again I can start.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">All details of you, I don't want to remember,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because week after week, I'm still sober.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Eyes are tired from weeping all night,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The walls of my room, of me they've been at sight.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My pillows wet, there my tears have set</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The thing about pain, they are to be felt.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">From here I try to stop and walk away,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But memories, they haunt me though I've kept them at bay.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To the Lord, I cry deeply for His rescue,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took a step forward but still blue.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I swear myself this time this will be the end.</span></div><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So my strength, all arms, I'll extend</span>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="border: 0px !important;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><br /></a>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-69642878077394676902012-10-10T23:48:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.024-08:00Back to Nursing<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hi, again! So I just got back from the hospital. I submitted a letter of intent in the Nursing Service Office. I've worked for five months there and after my contract, I decided to find another job. I was a junior staff nurse and that meant we worked with no compensation. Well not really, because we were paid if we're going to be relievers and free charges when confined or rushed in the emergency room. I shouldn't have mentioned that, should I?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After being admitted last August (some of you already know that), I was hired in Convergys Alabang as a CSA. On my first training day, my allergies decided to hit on me once again so I was not able to attend. By the time my parents and I arrived at the hospital, my periorbital edema's very severe and my allergologist to finish my 7-month treatment. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't know if the turning out of events sides on me, but I'm seeing it as God's way of leading me into the path where I want best. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm saying hi to my nursing career again! :)</span></div><span style="clear: right; float: right; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="border: 0px !important;" /></span>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-38738998790787200292012-10-07T06:33:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.012-08:00Worry No More<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Problems are definitely a part of our lives. We cannot get it out of the equation. It's life <b>constant</b>. Have you heard or met somebody not having one? I doubt. We all have it. Family problems, something related to work, emotional problems, etc. They're too many to enumerate. I've had my fair share of everything too, and it was not easy. It wouldn't be easy.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sometimes, facing them requires a lot of effort, what more if we try to surpass them, right? So here are some ways that I assume might help, in no particular order. *wink*</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>1. Acknowledge the situation you're facing.</b></span></div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Whatever you are going through, acknowledge that you are really going through it. It's the first step to acceptance.</span></li></ul><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>2. Take action.</b></span></div></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Stop sulking in bed. Get your ass working. Nothing's going to happen if you're just going to mourn over the problem.</span></li></ul><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>3. Cry it out.</b></span></div></div></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yes, you may bury yourself in bed and wet your pillows for a couple of days but after that, promise yourself that you are not going to be like this everyday. Again, refer to advice number 2.</span></li></ul></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>4. Smile.</b></span></div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Smiling changes everything. Start your day by smiling and tell yourself that everything's going to be fine. Believe me, it works.</span></li></ul><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>5. Pray. A lot.</b></span></div></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am the type of person who vents out my problem to God. If there's someone whom I can talk to about anything, I know it's Him. He will give us what's best for us, not what we think is the best for us and He will listen, regardless of who we are or what we have done wrong throughout our lives.</span></li></ul></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>6. Surround yourself with positive people.</b></span></div></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Optimistic people can bring the bright side out of a negative situation. They can turn the bad upside down. You're just going to be tripping over the same thing if you're with the people who don't see the good in the bad, the bright point in the dark.</span></li></ul></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>7. Walk without looking back so you won't remember why you're running away in the first place.</b></span></div><br /><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Throwing yourself in that situation just brings all the pain and anxiety back. Just keep on walking. Eyes straight ahead. Focus on the intervention you are making.</span></li></ul></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>8. Divert your attention.</b></span></div></div><div><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's normal to think about it. Your mind will totally recall all the gory details. But I am telling you, you don't have to entertain the thoughts. Don't run after thoughts because you can get them off your mind. Remember: it is the mind that controls everything. You want something out of your mind, instruct your brain to do so. Again, refer to advice number 2.</span></li></ul></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>9. Make a decision.</b></span></div><br /><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You should make a decision and stand firmly with it. Nothing can be solved if you won't make up your mind. Make a decision and tell yourself, "No U-turns now."</span></li></ul></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div><div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And when all is said and done, here's what I do in times like this: I read a lot. I installed a lot of e-books in my Ipod touch and I read everytime I start feeling down. You know, just to divert attention. And I pray when it starts to hit me again. God surely does know what we need. He never breaks a promise so I am very certain that this too, shall pass.</span></div><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="border: 0px !important;" /></span></a></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-51117586564482882482012-08-28T05:27:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.018-08:00Hospital Getaway<br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A quick post: I'm so sorry for my inactivity. I was hospitalized for a few days and I was nearly admitted to the intensive care unit. I will post the whole story when I get well. *wink*</span><br /><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border: 0px !important;" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><br />Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-79600211786405364152012-08-15T10:25:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.030-08:00It's Over<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><b>Disclaimer: </b>This one's overly full of emotions. I <strike>am</strike> was your perfect drama queen.<b> Sorry</b> for the lame pain within this piece of shizz.</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">*wink* I just know this is so timely.</span></i></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white;">Bright eyes,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Wide lies.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">The truth I should forget,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">As my mind goes on a reset.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Catch a pain, fake a grin,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Feel the poison setting in.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Wanna rip you with my claw,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">But baby, you're a no show.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Tell it to me straight,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Say it to my face.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Get tired of your pretense,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">My overhauled head's too dense.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I've pulled out a trick for you to see,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">But you didn't even bothered to run after me.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I saw you unsure of it,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I became too sick to bits.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I've laid all my cards on the table,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Put out my heart, threw it on a gamble.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">You just like the chase,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">There's my heart gone into waste.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">I felt like I was buried deep,</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">For that I just cried myself to sleep.</span></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">You know now it just doesn't matter,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Because I say now,<i> <b>"It's over."</b></i></span><br /><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="border: 0px !important;" /></span></a> Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-56885065704905287852012-08-11T07:14:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.021-08:00Forever 21<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Two more sleeps and here comes birthday. I don't even feel that I'm twenty two. I don't know but I'm really not ecstatic about it. Maybe because of the "calling it off" thingy. When I was putting this post mentally, I've got a lot to say and now that my fingers are doing the talking, my thoughts have gone elsewhere. BLAH.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">WISHLIST:</span></div><br /><ul><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">ELF eye shadow palette in WARM</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Marionnaud flat top brush</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">NYX round lipsticks / NYX matte lipsticks</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wedge shoes</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Iphone 4s HAHAHA ;)</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A small cork board for my room</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Colorful pens or whatever's useful for writing</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A personal wish hoping to be granted by our Lord</span></li><li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">An e-mail reply from a couple of organizations I want to volunteer in</span></li></ul><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I can't think of anything else as of the moment. I should have done this earlier so I can add more when something pops in my head. Regrets, regrets. Well, August 13, I might as well be excited about you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to me! :)</span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border: 0px !important;" /></span></a></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-41126078990143290182012-08-03T23:01:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.015-08:00What I Want and What I Really Need<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a few days of trying to understand what's happening, I've had a mind constipation, I can't seem to digest everything into my mind yet, I am feeling better today. I usually over think things through which isn't healthy for me because I just tend to see even the slightest hint of negativity.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have watched a TV show last night, for those who might know it, the 700 Club Asia, which had let me look into the brighter side of things. A guest there broke up with her boyfriend and after almost two years, they've got back in each other's arms. What she had said made a huge impact to me. This is where my brain to mouth malfunction had brought me: <i>"We have plans for ourselves, but the Lord's plan is better. We should surrender our concerns to Him, for we know that He will NEVER forsake us. We should let Him handle what's bothering us because His plans NEVER fail. He knows what our hearts desire even without words uttered by our lips. His answer to our prayers are only <u><b>YES</b></u>, <u><b>NO</b></u> or <u><b>WAIT</b></u>. But whatever his answer may be, it really indeed is the best for us."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So I'll stop worrying and I'll put an end in trying to do everything to grasp what I want US to be. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am lifting it all up to Him and wherever it may lead me, I'd gladly accept.</span></div><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border: 0px !important;" /></span></a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-78312029404725827912012-07-27T07:58:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.027-08:00Burn<blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>"What you said when you left just left me cold and out of breath. Guess I let you get the best of me."</b></span></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm fine, tired, asphyxiated. So it took me a couple of days to process things up and the good news is... I can't still freakin' digest everything.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm getting better when it comes to throwing rants, don't I? Sorry for two consecutive lame entries. I'll be back for real posts when I finally feel okay.</span></div><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border: 0px !important;" /></span></a>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-24648480244076828692012-07-18T04:39:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.009-08:00Feeling Heavy<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hi everyone! I'm feeling a bit heavy right now. My boyfriend and I just had a time off from everything due to some things that are not worth elaborating. *sobs* Praying that we can still work this out. So.. there.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Well anyway, I'm thinking of holding a giveaway. What do you guys think?</span></div><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="background-color: transparent; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border: 0px !important;" /></span></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-18749740302868113272012-07-07T03:34:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:38:01.006-08:00One Shade of Red<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Excuse me for my randomness. I always admire the guts of women who can sport red lipsticks. Yes, Anne Curtis! I envy them, I look darker when I wear red lippies. Sorry, but the following are my attempts to look effortless in the red shade. You have been warned. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYser5l7Tk-9zs12tQY5D9AenvdeS1gGybP4RJFXrjaMD39EJmVV4PYEz68Ka0f7hJvU4xrJPBJYkvGsRK83og2vXDTFRPGiklGJG4LeKmWuj9iUXlvtlwyv-x7gJ54YhERoTLlUv96oI/s1600/7453723024_57f0c31370+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwYser5l7Tk-9zs12tQY5D9AenvdeS1gGybP4RJFXrjaMD39EJmVV4PYEz68Ka0f7hJvU4xrJPBJYkvGsRK83og2vXDTFRPGiklGJG4LeKmWuj9iUXlvtlwyv-x7gJ54YhERoTLlUv96oI/s320/7453723024_57f0c31370+(1).jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVO7pcR_iXd7Gt9xwUSQvI46ZQnH-KWpriZI4FgEzC8uZTNk_-4FYUnIWqWk36Ui17vtAwUToLsnYDjBjX42uwJtzZjJt2-qrChlxd6wedjNxDyw2IlPJAijmE4yBU_m2k0zxRzFPH2mX/s1600/7453720546_4a353455ce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVO7pcR_iXd7Gt9xwUSQvI46ZQnH-KWpriZI4FgEzC8uZTNk_-4FYUnIWqWk36Ui17vtAwUToLsnYDjBjX42uwJtzZjJt2-qrChlxd6wedjNxDyw2IlPJAijmE4yBU_m2k0zxRzFPH2mX/s320/7453720546_4a353455ce.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Pardon for the unclear pictures, I just used my camera phone.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b>Lipstick used:</b> Pop Shop in Princess Heart</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFOMF2iM0c0VW9N2edG-ThSxrvv3pOgrPiUlVBUVSCm65rO4P_osoHo7b6uS2tEjTGDtk1H-QEKCIB6VQxYEdlQ6V1LXtXJkKD_nhzG6emc_ud8Wa7yEaDFgn9Mv6cu7MG9rVI2j2RxH2/s1600/7519491400_e62c61fb58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtFOMF2iM0c0VW9N2edG-ThSxrvv3pOgrPiUlVBUVSCm65rO4P_osoHo7b6uS2tEjTGDtk1H-QEKCIB6VQxYEdlQ6V1LXtXJkKD_nhzG6emc_ud8Wa7yEaDFgn9Mv6cu7MG9rVI2j2RxH2/s320/7519491400_e62c61fb58.jpg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><b><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here's a swatch:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tSqrYhTBVYfPoo9aNKAcxmAxEc_9Q-RQuqgg9KNLMFy6PTH-ZRQlyNYFfND7vmm1Ij9JG8D3TUflJo_c-LAAV0Txw1vhXgt7GVQZnmlXKCUHFTJkek4Op17veUHxb3vH8vtyub8a2Da3/s1600/7519494088_7055d1e0eb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tSqrYhTBVYfPoo9aNKAcxmAxEc_9Q-RQuqgg9KNLMFy6PTH-ZRQlyNYFfND7vmm1Ij9JG8D3TUflJo_c-LAAV0Txw1vhXgt7GVQZnmlXKCUHFTJkek4Op17veUHxb3vH8vtyub8a2Da3/s320/7519494088_7055d1e0eb.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(with flash)</span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjautBrYwxi49urs9fy6iI6wL3R6jMuEkMe0N1rTE3XMI8S2Mb3qb30BduCJ_KGksBHkBnIdaYCL03Y0qmh60tEFtBP-axIexj62tddaZDYCD3O8FwU6TSMhHYXc00oVDgY-_USSTKAX6Q/s1600/7519496778_f665ae5856.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjautBrYwxi49urs9fy6iI6wL3R6jMuEkMe0N1rTE3XMI8S2Mb3qb30BduCJ_KGksBHkBnIdaYCL03Y0qmh60tEFtBP-axIexj62tddaZDYCD3O8FwU6TSMhHYXc00oVDgY-_USSTKAX6Q/s320/7519496778_f665ae5856.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">(without flash)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The color isn't too strong nor light, just the right shade of red. Plus it has a long staying power, even if you drink or eat, it doesn't go off easily.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Personally, I think red puckers match a nude or bare face because it draws too much attention to your canvass. Unless you want to look like flared or something, then go on put on whatever you want to your face. What are your favorite lipstick shades? Do you always wear red ones? Tell me more about it! :) </span></div><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/250/559BDEBA7173C108AFE3E474DD5FCBEC.png" style="background-color: transparent; border: 0px !important;" /></span></a></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-63873452210271003812010-06-07T21:39:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.124-08:00Manhater<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*DISCLAIMER: I saw this entry at my old blog site. It made me laugh reading this. Napaka-kiddie. :))*</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> I haven’t written for a couple of months but hey, im back, trying to make a nonsense freeverse poem for everyone else of you to relate with. Wish you could get yourself into it. If it makes sense, though. Hope it doesn’t sound <b>too bad</b> or worse, hope it doesn’t <b><strike>suck</strike></b> that much. ;) </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://rlv.zcache.com/man_hater_stay_away_gifts_sticker-p217622311567154521qjcl_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://rlv.zcache.com/man_hater_stay_away_gifts_sticker-p217622311567154521qjcl_400.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b>"Manhater"</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">You always pinch my cheeks that only you adore,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">The only one that soulfully makes my mind sore.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">You’re the one who tucks me inside those arms,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">The only one that gives me a restless warmth.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">You left me alone under the cold pouring rain,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Feeling so helpless struggling through the endless pain.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">With that very moment, wished I could be numb,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">But felt sorry for myself I just became dumb.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">For once, you made me happy it nearly made me scream,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">But now it will never happen even in my wildest dream.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Not just once, you made me feel so hurt,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">All those times,I have to make my feelings blurt.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">Nevertheless, I can only state,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">After all the heartaches I’ve been through,</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">I’ll still never be…</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">A goddamn manhater. :D<br /><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: left;"> I'm allowing you to laugh at my work. I know it is funneeeh! :))<br /><a href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-1.png" /></a></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-11483258001437631562010-05-17T19:35:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.109-08:00A Letter to YOU<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><b>To my old self,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Hey, I know you're going through some <strike>shit</strike> and it hurts. But it's part of everyone's existence. Pain is inevitable. You'll probably experience more and this is definitely not the worst. Some people went through leaps and hurdles <b>twice as much</b> as yours, even thrice as much. So don't think you won't go through this, because in reality, you will. This won't take long as long as you help yourself to move forward. :) You're nineteen and you have all things in store for you. You now have all the time to grow, to be mature, to be carefree, to be silly and to be happy. So don't just sit there thinking how bad it went and how you can fix it. Sometimes you just have to let things fall into their proper places on its own. And that won't hurt. For now, indulge yourself to life's positivity. It won't cost a bit and you will gain so much benefit from it. <b>Live your life to the fullest -- worry-free.</b> Someday, you'll see yourself laughing at these childish entries you made and you'll see how far you've gone through. I know you're gonna make it! =))</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"> <b> Love,</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"><b>the new YOU. :)</b> </div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: right;"></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-36015312306281245452010-05-16T04:42:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.121-08:00Lessons Learned from The Dating Cure<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> <b>"It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."</b> --Despite these profound truths, loss is and will always be a horrific experience to endure. The end of a relationship -- the loss of the desired love object means having to experience <b>raw, primitive pain</b>. The problem only intensifies when she can't accept the loss. She stays attached to wanting the man back, deluding herself into thinking it's going to end up happily ever after, no matter how much he's hurt her or disappointed her.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> When we form a new relationship, we form a memory trace in our brain. <b>When the relationship ends and we don't see the person anymore, the memory trace starts to erode.</b> That's why we do actually start to forget people when we stop seeing them. The cliche that time heals all wounds is an actual biological reality. When we can't let go and still continue to see the person, the memory trace never gets to erode and we keep staying attached to a person, even when they are no longer bonded to us or reciprocating our feelings.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Don't keep looking back. Ruminating the past you had with him and can't let go of accomplishes nothing. It's often <b>self-torture</b>. Most of us would love to jump into a time machine and redo history now that we know the outcome, unfortunately, that's just not how life operates. You don't want to face the hard, cold reality that no matter what you would have done it would have turned out like this;<b> it's out of your hands.</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> If you're trying to let go of a man, you need to feel the loss of him. it's similar to breaking a bone. it's needs time to mend and knit. If you try to treat it as if nothing happened, you'll probably just end up rebreaking it. it needs time to heal and you just have to endure the pain until it subsides. Often when we accpet the pain, it just <b>goes away on its own.</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> If it doesn't end perfectly, you may think you may think you need to go back and fix it. But you must know this - no matter how hard you try, there is no <b><strike>good closure</strike></b>. Even if he does want to talk and you get to say all things you've been wanting to tell hm, then you have to face the pain of losing him again as you both said goodbye. It's just another contact you need to put closure on, and it can become an endless cycle. Separation is going to hurt and be hard no matter how it's done. <b>Accepting that fact is the only way to let go.</b> Don't go back and try to keep fixing it. You'll just keep retraumatizing yourself and you may never let go.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> You cannot force people to want you or love you or desire what you desire. You must accept that when he decides it's over for him, you need to then <b>work on your recovery and heal yourself</b> instead of trying to win him back. knowing how to let go is almost as important as knowing how to love, because if you know you can let go then you know you can always risk falling inlove. If things don't work out, as Gloria Gaynor said, <i>"you will survive"</i> no matter what the outcome.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.rhondafindling.com/images/datingcure-160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.rhondafindling.com/images/datingcure-160.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> A self-help book that made me think I'll be better without <strike><b>YOU.</b></strike></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> Thanks, Rhonda Findling! =)<br /><a href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-1.png" /></a></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-34469438574911881042010-05-15T00:09:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.118-08:00Stuck in the Middle<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Months have passed and I can say I've been okay. I've been <b>more than okay</b>. My deepest gratitude to my friends who have been with me through thick and thin. A week ago, the guy and I started communicating again. And been into something I cannot define. Just friends or lovers -- that I cannot decipher. And I don't want to clear things off for I have been lost when the topic has been brought up. <i>And now I'm stuck in the middle.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> We've been seen by my friends and some were not happy seeing us being together. And I totally understand them. They've seen me weeping over that guy and now I'm with him like nothing had happened. It's hard choosing between your friends and the guy you love. <i>And now I'm stuck in the middle.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> I don't know if I really have to choose between them but hey, what's going to happen if I will not come up to a decision? I'd lost my friends or I'll end up losing him. <i>And now I'm stuck in the middle.</i><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-1.png" /></a></div><i></i></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-12636663817993772302010-05-08T23:00:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.115-08:00Emotional Reactionary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><div style="text-align: center;"> <img alt="changed.jpg photography image by pucca995" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd263/pucca995/photography/changed.jpg" /></div></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> If there’s one thing I hate about myself, it’s my being a reactionary — an </span><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">emotional reactionary</b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">. I just can’t help reminiscing on what have happened in the past years of my existence, especially those bitter moments and heart-crushing times. I can’t forget those who had hurt me. Talk about clemency and I’d blankly stare at you. </span></div><div class="MsoBodyTextIndent" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Things change and people grow, and I did. You can now give me an A+ for giving much forgiveness from within. <b>Hand me the hardest situation, somersault my life; left nothing unbroken, not even a single piece and I’d hug you for making me a fighter.</b> I learned how to handle the toughest instances. It’s a matter of choice. Choose to deal with negativity, launch into a full-scale anxiety attack and let yourself suffer, and if you love yourself, bring on the positive outlook and live worry-free. It’s like having another close encounter with God. That eventhough I haven’t seen him nor do everybody else, I still have this solid-rock faith that He’ll help me through all these as He always does. </div><div class="MsoBodyText" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I have ample faith that things will work out the way it’s supposed to, <b>I learned to stop dealing with the past and focus on what lies ahead. Ü</b></span> <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-1.png" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b></b></span></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-12547228586243655662010-05-02T07:51:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.113-08:00Let Things Work Out For Themselves<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.uncommonhelp.me/images/uploads/love_or_not-opt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.uncommonhelp.me/images/uploads/love_or_not-opt.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> When love gets tough, when it seems like the world has crashed over your head and when you feel there's nowhere to run, think again. You've got your </span><b style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">F-R-I-E-N-D-S</b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> to back you up -- anytime, anywhere. :)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> A couple of weeks ago, there came my second real-life failed relationship. <b>It was not easy coping with the loss</b> especially you've known for a fact that you did everything to make things work out. Though you are prepared to do more, you need to give yourself a break, a pause and a moment to think twice before you let your pride eat you up. You have to save yourself from keeping <i>"gravity"</i> pull you more deeply into the grave. You have to save yourself from a relationship wherein the other does nothing to keep you -- just things to make you fall out.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> It's not being clingy, or needy, or whatever you want to call it. It's called being inlove too much that you want everything to fall into their proper places. It's called being matured enough to face the hardest sitch wholeheartedly and not being a coward, running from the hardest things love can offer and jumping over them just to escape from them.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> I'm okay. More often than not, I'm happy. But then when you're alone, you see yourself <b>watching the pain eat your heart out</b>. And you just cannot hide. You get your phone and text your friends, helping you acknowledge that there is no rant in this life you cannot handle and that I'm strong, I'm tough and I'm gonna make this stuff.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Advices, they're all there. And when I don't like 'em, I ditch 'em. I'm in control of my decisions, right? Oh, I'm in control of my own decisions. So that means I'm completely in charge if I'll choose to make my life miserable, overanalyze things, what happened, why it happened, why me, why us and all regrets I could possibly think of or just choose just choose to view things in a different perspective and enjoy life as it is. Well, <b>GMH</b>. :))</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> I'm nineteen. I have the whole world in store for me. Whatever He holds for me, I'll always have faith.Plus the support from friends and family, I don't think I'll be needing a guy unworthy of my self. <b>*wink*</b> ;) <b>AND SOMETIMES, YOU JUST HAVE TO LET THINGS WORK OUT FOR THEMSELVES. =))</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-1.png" /></a></div><b></b></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-72159651021231093222010-04-29T06:19:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.127-08:00Passing Out From the Awesomeness<div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">It was one of the most hideous mistakes which I practically tried to avoid. Some would say I’m an introvert for what I’ve been acting these past few weeks. Why didn’t they give me the benefit of the doubt? Why didn’t they think that there is something beneath the surface? Because there really is something, of course.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">I suppose some people are just like that — <b>ego-killers</b> and <b>jerkinators</b>, talking trashes behind my back. The hard part is I can’t do anything about it. I’m feeble as a chick. I’m somehow being lost in my own thoughts, incurring feverish distraction.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">I’ve been there. I’ve done that. A lot of times I wished I was never that easy to fall for somebody. A lot of times I wished you weren’t that sweet enough to make me feel I am that much bizarre to you. <b>Call me stupid and I’ll thank you for letting me face the bitter taste of reality that we aren’t going anywhere.</b> Shoot me right through the head but I still won’t forget how special we’ve been and how hoping I am for us to be more than that. I hate myself for being so melodramatic, seeking meanings behind every act, behind every remark. Hopeless romantic, the right expression, I guess.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;">I tried to <strike>stay away</strike> from you, even meeting your eyes but it’s like cutting the dose of my own medicine. Everything is vague and reverted. But then, who knows what to expect from someone who treats you <i>extra-special</i>? Maybe it is my entire fault to <strike>sugarcoat </strike>every little thing you do. How am I supposed not to think that way when all you’ve done, all you are doing and all you will do is bound to make me feel blissful? You give me hundreds of reasons to be happy but can’t we just be happy together? I can’t help it. I simply C-A-N-T. Pathetic. Crazy. That’s what I am and that’s all I’ll ever be but <i>you don’t seem to notice</i>. You just keep on thinking how different I am with the others. And with that, I’ve passed out from the awesomeness of these twists and turns of my being.<br /><a href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-1.png" /></a></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-879798197259862200.post-88616376866212933472010-04-24T22:50:00.000-07:002015-01-23T11:37:20.129-08:00Nursing Life's Toxicity<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> It's been awhile. :) From November to April. LOL. Maybe because I was too busy doing things that for several months, made my life more meaningful. Being a nursing student is<b> not </b>easy. We don't have summer vacations that most students are looking up to. A week or two, that's our break. And you'd rather sleep and be lazy for those weeks because you know after that, hey, <b>sleepless nights</b> will come. :D</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Our sched is way too unfair. Hahaha! Monday to Friday, I have to wake up at 3:30am, service going to our duty area leaves at 5am so i have to get there before 5am. Duty ends at 1pm and we still have to attend our minor classes -- Asian Civilization and Rizal. I'll get home at roughly 8:00pm and we have to work on our assignments and requirements not to mention exams for the next day. <b>HARD!</b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KJ0FIZeAeUIgDLt9fC_zTwMgcUXHdDqCDwRMQdGjV-EIwQ8aSrd3btS21TJM4yrRjZUlx3URpO61Watqgz8yxwHvtAjv8oGMSEzikJBHqehnnlDP-GhfooxJIiFLQFFGGu3nGGhAaE_R/s1600/blogger2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9KJ0FIZeAeUIgDLt9fC_zTwMgcUXHdDqCDwRMQdGjV-EIwQ8aSrd3btS21TJM4yrRjZUlx3URpO61Watqgz8yxwHvtAjv8oGMSEzikJBHqehnnlDP-GhfooxJIiFLQFFGGu3nGGhAaE_R/s320/blogger2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;">LOL. That's me sleeping, hiding my eyes behind the klutzy hair during my minor subject. :D</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: justify;"> Yeah, three more weeks to go and I'm off to school. <b>FINALLY.</b> :D i'm gonna get heck of restsssss and sleepsss and fuunnnn and more blogsss. :)))<br /><a href="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/blogger.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img src="http://i433.photobucket.com/albums/qq57/jamumai/fkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk-1.png" /></a></div>Isabelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12079733550406574703noreply@blogger.com4