<?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-4201330824754639282</id><updated>2012-01-12T17:13:50.461-08:00</updated><category term='surreal'/><category term='Moon River'/><category term='I Try'/><category term='perfect gift'/><category term='Dear You'/><category term='LTO'/><category term='Christmas Without You'/><category term='dear tatum'/><category term='lovin&apos;'/><category term='Zorro'/><category term=':)'/><category term='perfect love'/><category term='All I have to do is Dream'/><category term='driver&apos;s license'/><category term='errands'/><category term='plunge'/><category term='Mamang'/><category term='things'/><category term='wishful thinking'/><category term='I love you a latte'/><category term='Zee Avi'/><category term='iwant'/><category term='leica'/><category term='Sammy Solis'/><category term='love'/><category term='Macy Gray'/><category term='free falling'/><category term='Yna Divinagracia'/><title type='text'>Getting On My Feet One Shoe At A Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-5556414063249873332</id><published>2011-11-06T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:18:17.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'd like to list some of the things I'm grateful for just to keep my perspective on what is really important in my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For my family.We may not think or act alike; we may differ in our principles and opinions ; we may be geographically apart but we relate to each other, we understand, we love and we respect one another.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For my parents. I'm thankful to be the daughter of two imperfect and unique people. They gave me everything that they possibly could and even some things they possibly couldn't. They supported and  loved me in many ways they could.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For technology. Technology connects people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-list:Ignore"&gt;-&lt;span style="font:7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;For  my real friends and fake ones too. It’s not always that you meet  friends who’ve been there for you not just for the highs but also for  the lows. And for the fake and peek-a-boo friends, thank you for&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;all the lessons and making me appreciate the real ones even more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For fulfilling my dreams... to learn how to ride a bike. It is somehow one in the many dreams I wrote in my bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For my funky Lazer helmet which keeps me safe when I go for a ride with the bike I borrowed. tehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For the opportunity to travel. Thank you Ma for the support in my travels even though it always worries you my safety every time I travel; even though we get little fights on the expenses, and yet you still allow me to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For my healthy eyes. Despite how abusive I can be with my eyes, I can still clearly see without any aid. Thank you God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For the opportunity to live in a relatively peaceful province, Bohol, where there is less crimes and robbers, thieves, snatchers scavenging around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For my weirdness, for this indicates a creative force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- For my awesomeness. I'm not at all perfect ,but I know in my heart that I'm a nice and a kind person. As much as I could, I don't want to hurt anyone or be mean to anyone. I love to make people happy and see them happy. Love! Love! Love! Thanks to my family for nurturing an awesome me and for all the guidance despite of being stubborn and a brat that I have been in my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;- Thank You Lord for keeping me in good hands no matter I tend to slip away sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.75in; text-indent: -0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:.75in;text-indent:-.5in;mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops:list .75in"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-5556414063249873332?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/5556414063249873332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5556414063249873332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5556414063249873332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-3119068247765911248</id><published>2011-11-05T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T23:50:08.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>A guilty pleasure is something one enjoys and considers pleasurable despite feeling guilt for enjoying it. (source: Wikipedia). I too have a fair share of guilty pleasures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Playing Sudoku justifies the time I wasted. With all the time consumed in solving puzzles, I could have done more productive things. Yet, it doesn't make me feel I've wasted any of my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Watching the Jamie Oliver, Everyday Giada, Anthony Bourdain Shows or the Food Network are fattening for me. I don't like to watch it because these shows make me hungry every time I watch it and yet, I still do every time they're on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. French Fries is obviously one sinful food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Cyber stalking - the thrill of finding things, connecting with friends from across the miles and keeping up with the family away from home. It's not much of a bad thing but sometimes it consumes all my time when I could rather paint, plant in the garden, bake or blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Chocolates and desserts --These are the things that need no further explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting a tan every summer. It is not common for a Filipina to love getting a tan, and it is somehow unhealthy but for me, it makes me feel great and sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Popping bubble wrap. For the past few months, I am giving an extra effort for the preservation of the environment. I am for the earth-friendly movement. This earth has always been good to me and I want to give back to the environment by stopping it from destruction in  my own little ways. I have been practicing a lot of ways on how to reduce the use of plastic but, oh my! popping bubble wrap is just so irresistible. Those satisfying pops just gives me a stress relief magic and a fun surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Daydreaming. Daydreaming can be two things, it keeps you motivated and gives you room to be creative or it will remain as a lazy, non-productive pastime. In my case, it is a combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Cleaning my ears with cotton swabs even if it's already clean. Frequent cleaning of ears can cause problems, worse it can cause deafness.  But I can't help it, it just gives me that certain kind of high when I clean my ears. Eargasmic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's your turn, what are your guilty pleasures?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-3119068247765911248?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/3119068247765911248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/11/guilty-pleasures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/3119068247765911248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/3119068247765911248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/11/guilty-pleasures.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-5000698028979126147</id><published>2011-11-03T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:18:07.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iwant'/><title type='text'>iWANT</title><content type='html'>Once you get a wish list, there's no point of getting conservative about it. Well, this is how liberal I could get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. iWANT a Leica digital camera. Leica 18151 D-Lux 5 Digital camera - with a DSLR technology compacted to this little thing, who wouldn't want this. ...and it's Leica! Everybody wants a Leica. You can attend parties and events with your mini black dress and red stilletos without looking like a paid photographer with the big DSLR camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGNUdtAmMXc/TrIz0_4uD0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AgCnwFR08bQ/s1600/31nY0BI15dL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670651866408423234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGNUdtAmMXc/TrIz0_4uD0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AgCnwFR08bQ/s1600/31nY0BI15dL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I can't afford it but I can settle with a Canon Powershot SX230HS. It is a user-friendly compact camera with awesome features. You don't need to have a DSLR to be a good photographer, and having one doesn't make you either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSJT1Bk--zM/TrIz1Qkm6OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/G1zrFbF70IY/s1600/51oS1ByEwWL._AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670651870887471330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qSJT1Bk--zM/TrIz1Qkm6OI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/G1zrFbF70IY/s1600/51oS1ByEwWL._AA300_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. iWANT to try film camera. I think a Diana Deluxe Camera Kit will be interesting and challenging. For me, this would be an amazing way to get into film photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uOyobzpbXZM/TrIz1qQwNfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SaSqpT1xP8U/s1600/51QWn5ZiKLL._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670651877783516658" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uOyobzpbXZM/TrIz1qQwNfI/AAAAAAAAAPg/SaSqpT1xP8U/s1600/51QWn5ZiKLL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and iWant it more when it comes with this Epson V300 Photo Color Scanner, with excellent quality at a less expensive price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp_ovwBADb8/TrIz2pUhHBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_NQkH9kPFNY/s1600/v30_fca-cnr-nn_396x264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670651894710737938" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bp_ovwBADb8/TrIz2pUhHBI/AAAAAAAAAPo/_NQkH9kPFNY/s1600/v30_fca-cnr-nn_396x264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. iWANT a HDMI Video Theater Projector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DHE3jXNG8U/TrIzJ3KoCNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/b8fyGJKmZbY/s1600/41Qr7AnzeGL._AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670651125333231826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1DHE3jXNG8U/TrIzJ3KoCNI/AAAAAAAAAOw/b8fyGJKmZbY/s1600/41Qr7AnzeGL._AA300_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so i could achieve this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zP8Lte7hd4/TrIzKDC4tqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1FohE5cYQeA/s1600/tumblr_lr69htbDRP1r22wceo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670651128521995938" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0zP8Lte7hd4/TrIzKDC4tqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/1FohE5cYQeA/s1600/tumblr_lr69htbDRP1r22wceo1_500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You really don't have to be young to find a friend in a teddy bear. iWANT this humongous bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5aXsG52h1RI/TrI4yTD9M2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Cq0aDmmLWh0/s1600/6284796219_e291905fda_z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670657317574357858" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5aXsG52h1RI/TrI4yTD9M2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Cq0aDmmLWh0/s1600/6284796219_e291905fda_z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and it has to come with a big, warm hug from the pretty young lady (Yna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. iWANT this funky car. I'm not sure if I can fit in this or this car could carry me but who cares, this is my wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1d3h_zUt_8/TrI4yiMpFkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_EJ7KBclCSA/s1600/35042_410518565910_524275910_5062789_5969128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670657321637320258" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1d3h_zUt_8/TrI4yiMpFkI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_EJ7KBclCSA/s1600/35042_410518565910_524275910_5062789_5969128_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and of course, it has to come with a big, warm hug  from the handsome boy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on but this is how far I can get for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-5000698028979126147?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/5000698028979126147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/11/iwant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5000698028979126147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5000698028979126147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/11/iwant.html' title='iWANT'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SGNUdtAmMXc/TrIz0_4uD0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/AgCnwFR08bQ/s72-c/31nY0BI15dL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-552410220021645747</id><published>2011-10-29T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:43:06.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter worth sharing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcjumZ-I42k/TqzZ3CzrHsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yj67TmvkqwU/s1600/tumblr_lfhqmdSgRt1qbj5en.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669145570622250690" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcjumZ-I42k/TqzZ3CzrHsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yj67TmvkqwU/s640/tumblr_lfhqmdSgRt1qbj5en.jpg" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Claire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What" and "if " are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: what if? what if? what if? I don't know how your story ended but if what you felt was true love, then it's never too late. If it was true then, why wouldn't it be true now? You need only the courage to follow your heart. I don't know what a love like Juliet's feel like -- love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for but I'd like to believe if I ever were to feel it, that I will have the courage to seize it. And, Claire,  if you didn't, I hope one day that you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Juliet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-552410220021645747?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/552410220021645747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/10/letter-worth-sharing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/552410220021645747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/552410220021645747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2011/10/letter-worth-sharing.html' title='A letter worth sharing'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QcjumZ-I42k/TqzZ3CzrHsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/yj67TmvkqwU/s72-c/tumblr_lfhqmdSgRt1qbj5en.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-4941258636710136497</id><published>2010-02-01T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:48:56.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mamang'/><title type='text'>Mamang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/4192827859/" title="L1100200 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2718/4192827859_b3a8f9a30c.jpg" alt="L1100200" width="333" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is not vertically advantaged but she stands tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is wise , strong and a fighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a protector, she always makes sure you're okay and in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She keeps things in place .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes sure that things will go as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't have the softest voice but she is the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She left me when i was little for some reasons....reasons i now understand. The older i get, the more i understand and appreciate how lucky i am to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She isn't just any ordinary woman, she is extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is unique and there is no one else like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is different from any other mothers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE IS WONDERFULLY DIFFERENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I LOVE HER A LATTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-4941258636710136497?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/4941258636710136497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-130172079544074066</id><published>2010-01-22T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T03:15:14.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HANDS ARE EMPTY</title><content type='html'>i have more , but my hands are empty&lt;br /&gt;i have everyone , yet i feel lonely&lt;br /&gt;what is it that im missing&lt;br /&gt;what is this im waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excited for what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;yet scared whats behind that door&lt;br /&gt;will you take me, will you keep me&lt;br /&gt;or leave me just like everyone else did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to walk ahead&lt;br /&gt;but my foot stuck instead&lt;br /&gt;i want to go where my thoughts lead to&lt;br /&gt;but my feet want to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take me away&lt;br /&gt;anywhere you'd want to be&lt;br /&gt;take my hands&lt;br /&gt;then it will no longer be empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-130172079544074066?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/130172079544074066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hands-are-empty.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/130172079544074066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/130172079544074066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-hands-are-empty.html' title='MY HANDS ARE EMPTY'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-459087182234184770</id><published>2010-01-21T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T00:44:47.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BEATING THE RED LIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/4293958883/" title="REDLIGHT by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4293958883_5fbce73ac1.jpg" alt="REDLIGHT" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you made me smile&lt;br /&gt;you showed me the world in different eyes&lt;br /&gt;we talked and laughed all night&lt;br /&gt;till the sun is in sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew it wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;and you knew i would get hurt&lt;br /&gt;we are like one coin&lt;br /&gt;its sad when we are in both sides of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had to stop&lt;br /&gt;it had to end&lt;br /&gt;before it gets in too deep&lt;br /&gt;and might find it hard to claw back up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came back&lt;br /&gt;and you had me at hello&lt;br /&gt;and i went beating on the red light again&lt;br /&gt;on and on i went&lt;br /&gt;please don't make it stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;i know there will be another red light&lt;br /&gt;i will beat another red light for you&lt;br /&gt;if you'll ask me to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-459087182234184770?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/459087182234184770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/beating-red-light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/459087182234184770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/459087182234184770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/beating-red-light.html' title='BEATING THE RED LIGHT'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4293958883_5fbce73ac1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-2902884340265922223</id><published>2010-01-20T21:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:17:55.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A SPUR OF THE MOMENT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/4292742960/" title="* by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4292742960_6f91b521b4.jpg" alt="*" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'Twas a beautiful night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for he held my hand so tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he stroked my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;like he really care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;he rubbed my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and made me feel that everything is alright&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it looked unreal yet i had no doubt it was so true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;is he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;here for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; real&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;or was he just the muse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i once knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;was it just a spur of the moment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; it wasn't right yet it didn't feel so wrong at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; i didn't want to think and rather let the time pass by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't want to end it but rather savor every minute ...&lt;br /&gt;...every second of it for I know that my reality is near.&lt;br /&gt;one way or another,&lt;br /&gt;it was still a beautiful night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...a really special one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i know it won't last a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; just a spur of the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i promised not to take things seriously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;in the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;,  I broke it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  he need not  worry, for  i will let him go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i can never keep him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can not have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;i will try not to miss him&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know for sure that he won't miss me that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;but i can not promise not to think of him as much&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;cause he's too special not to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;no  expectations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'cause the anticipation of his voice and his messages might break me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;if those possibilities might not come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...cause i know,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  was just a spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-2902884340265922223?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/2902884340265922223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/twas-beautiful-night-for-he-held-my.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2902884340265922223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2902884340265922223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2010/01/twas-beautiful-night-for-he-held-my.html' title='A SPUR OF THE MOMENT'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2781/4292742960_6f91b521b4_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-9026509191381518201</id><published>2009-12-21T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T03:07:57.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe</title><content type='html'>To my imaginary friend, my friend from beyond,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKU3UuJhIxU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FKU3UuJhIxU&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i've let you go , i hope you'll find a new friend to cheer up with.&lt;br /&gt;And if it happens that you're coming back, i'm never going to give you up again.... OR MAYBE, BETTER YET, don't come back when you'll be leaving me soon after , anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of decaffeinated love,&lt;br /&gt;your friend from beyond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-9026509191381518201?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/9026509191381518201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/9026509191381518201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/9026509191381518201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/12/maybe.html' title='maybe'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-3004998224742046155</id><published>2009-11-26T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T15:59:08.500-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yna Divinagracia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love you a latte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sammy Solis'/><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU A LATTE TOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My favorite nephew, Jason, (he is in fact my only nephew), first coined these words, " i love you a latte". From then on, we use it everyday. It's our other way of saying " i love you". Never a day goes by would i miss telling this to my family, especially to my Ditse, my twin sister who happens to be six years older than me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just a few afternoons ago my niece,Yna , made this song together with her best friend, Sammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU A LATTE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Original)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sang by: Yna Divinagracia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Written by: Yna Divinagracia and Sammy Solis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Music by: Yna Divinagracia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch5_w3vbSM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ch5_w3vbSM4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;In December when we first met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Do you remember cause I can't forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I bought a latte but I didn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You working at the counter when you first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;looked at me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So if I ever see a frothy drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just look at what have we created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A love that's just so caffeinated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Thoughts of you is all I ever think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need to say this heart to heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is a way to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I love you a latte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Suddenly I'm shielded from cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;and nothing else matters in this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I tried to pay when you touched my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I felt something inside that I didn't understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You smiled and my heart took a flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I blushed and said hello it was love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-3004998224742046155?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/3004998224742046155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/3004998224742046155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/3004998224742046155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-it.html' title='I LOVE YOU A LATTE TOO'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-5509329968890777814</id><published>2009-10-06T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T06:47:57.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dear tatum'/><title type='text'>COFFEE AND CIGARETTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Tatum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of the habit that should not be, but never regret you went through it for without it, you'll never learn , you'll never figure out what to do and  you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lots,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK5aWnJLBWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK5aWnJLBWg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-5509329968890777814?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/5509329968890777814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/10/coffee-and-cigarettes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5509329968890777814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5509329968890777814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/10/coffee-and-cigarettes.html' title='COFFEE AND CIGARETTES'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-2030420293558601991</id><published>2009-09-28T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:08:54.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SsRGvUSi6nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SsrIRjwl7xU/s1600-h/6693_1171575966088_1128672104_30523047_6278925_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SsRGvUSi6nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SsrIRjwl7xU/s320/6693_1171575966088_1128672104_30523047_6278925_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387508832956246642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me @ 1 year and a half&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Sky dive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learn how to ride a bike, a motorcycle and learn how to swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Learn how to play the violin, guitar and master piano skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Help the less fortunate by joining medical missions. Be a philanthropist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Travel to discovered and undiscovered places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be an OR nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Witness the Aurora Borealis with my VIP in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Learn how to sew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Scale  Mt. Apo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Learn baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Learn a foreign language ( Spanish, French or Italian)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Have my own closet like Kimora's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Shopping spree in a bookstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Read a book. So many books so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Name the stars and its constellation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.Go to the Library of Congress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Learn target shooting and archery ( archery is my brother's sport back when he was young)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Learn to tattoo. Even just one small design is more than enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Sing a song without getting out of tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  Enjoy and experience motherhood.  Three is too many, one is too few, two is enough but I could settle for only one. I will be more than happy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Join an immersion program with an indigenous group for at least a week .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  Meet my first crush back when I was still in first grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Make my Mama proud and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  Road trip from Appari to Sulu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  A happy family reunion with my sisters, brother and their families and with my mother and step-father as well, with all problems and grudges settled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Meet the guy who'll sing to me that certain song. When he does, i will ask him to marry me. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  Settle down with my kid/s and my VIP...uuhmmm and a dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.  Learn or try drifting cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  Learn photography from the pro, my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ride/"&gt;Brod&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. To have my own shoe line that carries my size of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  Swim with the dolphins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-2030420293558601991?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/2030420293558601991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-things-to-do-before-i-die.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2030420293558601991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2030420293558601991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-things-to-do-before-i-die.html' title='31 THINGS TO DO BEFORE I DIE'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SsRGvUSi6nI/AAAAAAAAAGY/SsrIRjwl7xU/s72-c/6693_1171575966088_1128672104_30523047_6278925_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-6417399038575580275</id><published>2009-09-21T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T21:22:05.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':)'/><title type='text'>HOW DO I MISS THEE? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SrhZMrN9egI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JTFDxiNSfhk/s1600-h/3943020879_4ddb007d4e_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SrhZMrN9egI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JTFDxiNSfhk/s320/3943020879_4ddb007d4e_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384151428816009730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Caffeine Rehab Photo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*  Wishing how nice it is to sit under the stars and name them and its constellations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Sitting by the phone and hoping that he'd call and sing me a song again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Ding...Ding...Ding! Buzzing until you get a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Wondering when he's gonna wake you up and play Bingo chess like he used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Missing how the kitchen smells when he's around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Used to hate it when he screams your name every time he needs something and now, you miss bringing him a glass of water or switching the light off for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  So pissed every time he pinches you with his toes like crabs do, and now you keep looking for such pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  "charm...charms....sweetheart" wake up calls which you used to hate and now you long for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Staring at an empty space on the what if's, what could've been and what's it gonna be. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Wishing he'd say "i miss you" so you could say "ditto". :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Sharing crispy laughter for nonsensical reasons because it's him you are spending time with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Wondering whatever happened to my free falling. Blag! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  When you don't want to give up caffeine because caffeine makes you a happy camper.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Missing that "kilig" feeling every time you see that certain flag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  Logging on the internet and checking if he's online or if he had left you an offline message. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone feels good when you know that he misses you back. It's sad when you know that the feeling isn't mutual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-6417399038575580275?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/6417399038575580275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-i-miss-thee-let-me-count-ways.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/6417399038575580275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/6417399038575580275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-do-i-miss-thee-let-me-count-ways.html' title='HOW DO I MISS THEE? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SrhZMrN9egI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/JTFDxiNSfhk/s72-c/3943020879_4ddb007d4e_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-5790173701151702985</id><published>2009-09-21T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:29:50.539-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dear You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Without You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zee Avi'/><title type='text'>PRE + BEFORE = YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear You!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss those times before the Kawayan Firewall with lots of Corn Chips. I guess, this is how it really feels when you're forced to put yourself into rehab... EMPTY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Without You by Zee Avi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo3VwTBGrY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo3VwTBGrY8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-5790173701151702985?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/5790173701151702985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-before-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5790173701151702985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5790173701151702985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/pre-before-yesterday.html' title='PRE + BEFORE = YESTERDAY'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-2386968941231562716</id><published>2009-09-18T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T13:01:07.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE FILLER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3437986541/" title="Kuya by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3437986541_3042b3ac42.jpg" alt="Kuya" width="500" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photo by: Nicole Mae Francisco-Nalupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The loss of a relationship can be hurting so immensely. But before jumping from one relationship to another; before you'll give your full trust, respect and love again; before meeting the so-called "the one", here comes the filler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He's the one who'd make you laugh even when you don't feel like laughing. Even at his corniest jokes and not so funny ones, he has this ways that will make you laugh your heart out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's your Tylenol. He's the reason that you find laughter again. He makes all things better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one who does tricks to amaze and amuse you even when you're the type who is skeptical on magic or tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At your lowest point in life, he inspires you to do better and be better. Like anybody else, you can rise from where you fell and there's nothing to be ashamed of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one who respects you to the maximum like nobody else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one who never cares about your past and neither would you care about his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one who gives spark when there's no spark at all. He makes you feel he's the guy that the signs has been telling you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one that brings romance that helps your life to get back in track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one who gives you extra attention when you needed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the one you love but not "in" love with. You want to be "in" love with him and wishes that he's the one but looking at the bigger picture, he's not the one after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;He's the one who fills up what's empty and what's been missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;He's the one but not really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-2386968941231562716?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/2386968941231562716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/filler.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2386968941231562716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2386968941231562716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/filler.html' title='THE FILLER'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3355/3437986541_3042b3ac42_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-9108931612201590180</id><published>2009-09-15T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:17:25.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surreal'/><title type='text'>SURREAL YET SO REAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3922955695/" title="100_2480 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3922955695_25ab2caf3c.jpg" alt="100_2480" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For me, Surreal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is when my friend and I happened to have the same dream at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is when I lost my ballet shoes and looked all over yet I found it in some odd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is when my car engine was overheating and I was in a hurry then, I opened the car radiator and boiling water squirted to my face down to my neck. I rushed to my bedroom and applied petroleum jelly. After an hour, there were no blisters nor red marks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is when a firecracker, "triangle", blew in my hand and nothing happened. From then on, I don't lit a firecracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is when you feel butterflies in your stomach and in no time, you get a buzz from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is when you get along with someone you just met without knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is when you miss someone you just met with no reason at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen with valid reasons. If you doubt why something happens to you, you will never enjoy life's  surprises and life's mysteries. Life may be complex yet wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-9108931612201590180?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/9108931612201590180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/surreal-yet-so-real.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/9108931612201590180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/9108931612201590180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/surreal-yet-so-real.html' title='SURREAL YET SO REAL'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2440/3922955695_25ab2caf3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-6012023925591420432</id><published>2009-09-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:46:44.649-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driver&apos;s license'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LTO'/><title type='text'>AYJIDIT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;From getting my student driver's permit to the renewal of my license, my Papang has always been there for me. Since 2005, when my driver's license expired and on that same year my Papang died, I never had it renewed. I didn't have the guts to do it myself. I can never do it alone. I can never do it without him. That was what I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I have been driving for 4 long years without a license. I know that it's illegal but I'm correcting it this time. I'll be going on an adventure with my loyal, trustworthy and dependable friend which my Papang gave me when I turned 18, "Lefty" ( that's her new nickname, I used to call her "Black Mamba").  I think it's about time to renew my license without my Pop's help. To where I'll be going, it isn't the same in my town where I could just wink at the Police Officer or just wave at them as if I am "somebody's" daughter. It's about time to let go of my dependence to my father and do things without him ...do things on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have an eye test. I guess they don't really use this Snellen' s chart at all. It only served as a decoration.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918805230/" title="IMG_3372 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/3918805230_54928d35f9.jpg" alt="IMG_3372" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This was where the thumb marking happened.  Thumb and the rest of my  fingers marking. Can you see me on that screen? My mugshot! Hahahahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918020999/" title="IMG_3373 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2666/3918020999_d2f9fa8876.jpg" alt="IMG_3373" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;They never checked my blood pressure. They asked me what's my usual blood pressure instead. I knew the routine of lazy employees.                  Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918805256/" title="IMG_3376 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2574/3918805256_9493583ec1.jpg" alt="IMG_3376" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Third world women's urinal. I had to go and squeeze it for a urine sample.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918021207/" title="IMG_3377 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2612/3918021207_396bcd7a1c.jpg" alt="IMG_3377" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Trickle. Trickle. Trickle to the last drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918805320/" title="IMG_3378 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3533/3918805320_fecfee6fd6.jpg" alt="IMG_3378" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;This is Yvonne. We went to the same high school. She is now one of the big lady bosses in LTO. Thanks to her, I didn't go through falling in line with the rest of the applicants.                 I felt bad though for people who doesn't know anybody inside. They had to wait and wait and wait and wait. Now, I'm really guilty. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918021365/" title="IMG_3379 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2652/3918021365_13b7e3b2ea.jpg" alt="IMG_3379" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;My old  expired driver's license and other forms that I needed to fill-up.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918805502/" title="IMG_3380 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2564/3918805502_bdbed74aff.jpg" alt="IMG_3380" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I could have not taken the exam but I opted to do so. Though I didn't go through the very long line of applicants, I still want to do the right thing. At least, I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918805592/" title="IMG_3382 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2535/3918805592_4322d40cc8.jpg" alt="IMG_3382" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I paid all the fees. P1K plus for my new license.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918021741/" title="IMG_3386 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3529/3918021741_59902cc590.jpg" alt="IMG_3386" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Kodakan time. People were watching me and telling me to smile and some said not to. ANUVAH! I was confused. I ended up pouting, as if i was forced to do so. My mugshot indeed looked like my mugshot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918039127/" title="IMG_3389 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2461/3918039127_1e157f6a2a.jpg" alt="IMG_3389" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;It says what it says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918038991/" title="IMG_3387 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2642/3918038991_e99435033c.jpg" alt="IMG_3387" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;weeee...finally.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918039323/" title="IMG_3392 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2526/3918039323_98feddb4ed.jpg" alt="IMG_3392" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span&gt;I did it.  Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&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/4201330824754639282-6012023925591420432?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/6012023925591420432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/ayjidit.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/6012023925591420432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/6012023925591420432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/ayjidit.html' title='AYJIDIT!'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2551/3918805230_54928d35f9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-1465262548441183395</id><published>2009-09-13T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:34:35.765-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errands'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lovin&apos;'/><title type='text'>I'LL DO WHAT I GOTTA DO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3918897196/" title="2052413141_1f0e287dbd_o by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2561/3918897196_9d727de057_o.jpg" alt="2052413141_1f0e287dbd_o" height="308" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took this photo a couple of years ago. This was the view in Abatan Bridge, Maribojoc, Bohol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's a new day. Another day of errands, things to do, excitement, challenges and many reasons to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with .... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to rob a bank today! ..... Nah! Just kidding. I need to open a new account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'll drop my car, "Lefty"  to her doctor today. She needs a tune up because she's going with me to another island for my new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'm going to see Betchie-by-golly-wow today. She's my hair specialist. My locks is so long and I need a new do so bad. What do you think? Should I get a fringe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping! That's the magic word. Hehehe. I'll be shopping for my Aunt and pretty cousins, Eloise and Lelay. They want me to buy some heavenly goodness at the Bee Farm. I'd like to grab something to eat there too but I don't like eating alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'll be taking a 30 minute to an hour walk with friends, Hannah and Caroline today. ...and that means 30 minutes or more of girl talk. We talk pretty much anything from relationships, fashion, what's in and what's out, food, men, our dreams, things we'd like to accomplish and celebrity chikas. By the way, we don't talk anything dirty. You know what I mean ....like politics. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I'll have the rest of the day reading, day dreaming and smiling with my happy thought in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got no time for lovin' today 'cause lovin' doesn't have time for me. :`(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... just kidding. Har. Har. Har. Har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-1465262548441183395?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/1465262548441183395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-do-what-i-gotta-do_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/1465262548441183395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/1465262548441183395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/ill-do-what-i-gotta-do_13.html' title='I&apos;LL DO WHAT I GOTTA DO!'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-5711423011974507849</id><published>2009-09-11T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T01:58:35.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>31 TRUTHS ABOUT TATUM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3909649468/" title="DSC01693 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3909649468_922d4f6860.jpg" alt="DSC01693" width="375" height="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. I love strawberry, very rocky road, pistachio and mint chocolate chip ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm a cry baby.  I even cry at commercials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I enjoy the experience of a cup of coffee. Coffee addict at that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love tattoos to the nth power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love Christmas. Decorating as early as November and getting it off on the feast of the three Kings or the Chinese New Year makes it the longest season for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I love my pit bull, Kobe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My dream car is a black &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/splattergraphics/3475385136/"&gt;1963 Mercury Comet S-22 Convertible&lt;/a&gt; with red leather interiors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I want to learn how to ride a bike. My Papa wouldn't let me when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I can't live without my iPod. It's the same as I can't live without my cellphone and laptop (with internet connection of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I keep my true emotions private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm narcoleptic. I once fell asleep standing with nothing to lean on and almost fell flat on the floor. Then I woke up to the chagrin of my classmates laughing like hyenas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm coulrophobic. Clowns give me the creeps. Behind that happy face facade is a mysterious, evil  and creepy creature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I'm a movie freak. I can go from one cinema to another in a day... I once brought cooked rice for my snack inside the movie house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I hate ants. Killing spree with ants is so therapeutic for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I eat &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balut_%28egg%29"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; even if it's freezer cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I don't like ice in my water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I like my glass of water half full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I can be loud! I burp like a truck driver. I snore like a drunk and I fart louder and deadlier than Shrek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I was an &lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.com/anxiety-overview/obsessive-compulsive-disorder-ocd-topic-overview/healthwise--ty3382.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;when i was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I want to try riding on top of a jeepney ("taplod").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I love my sisters (Ate Aimee &amp;amp; Ditse) and fave brother ( Kuya Noel) a lot as much as I miss them a lot. My Kuya always sings me a song on the phone. Ditse and I could chat all night ,and my Ate influences me on the love of bags, shoes and clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm the baby in the family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I used to play Counter-strike, a computer war game, and joined several tournaments as just the only girl in the team and among all players. We won 2nd always. The 2nd best!  Never the champ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I had several encounters with  thieves. I once ran after them, forgetting that I'm a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I always thought that I can get good-piano-playing syndrome if I go with my brother wherever he goes when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I used to have self-examination of conscience before going to sleep when I was young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I love vampire movies. I even dream to be one and meet one. When vampires fall in love, they never fall out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I have a twin sister. It's just that she's 6 years older than me. She knows a lot about me, even before I tell her and before things happen. She's a witch, y'know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I'm a recovering alcoholic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I want to learn how to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. My Papa and I share the same birth date.&lt;/span&gt;  2.10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-5711423011974507849?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/5711423011974507849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-truths-about-tatum_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5711423011974507849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5711423011974507849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/31-truths-about-tatum_11.html' title='31 TRUTHS ABOUT TATUM'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3477/3909649468_922d4f6860_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-8899833631398394128</id><published>2009-09-10T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T21:32:06.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><title type='text'>CERTAIN THINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0jyKabLHVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_0jyKabLHVc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There are days that you want certain things to happen but instead of sunshine, there comes rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you wanted pancake for breakfast but you only got cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you craved for pistachio ice cream in the evening but all stores are closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you wanted a white Chuck Taylor but only the red one fits you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you wanted to watch Ice Age in 3D but when you get to the movie house, they   don't have the  3D feature&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you wanted to watch Serendipity with somebody but no one's available to watch with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you wanted the whole day in Disneyland and be able to witness the amazing fireworks yet you only get a few hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you wanted a strawberry smoothie but they ran out of fresh strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you wished for  a good parking space but you get none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that when you asked for Mango iced tea and you get soda instead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that you expected for the ultimate orgasm but you only get foreplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-8899833631398394128?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/8899833631398394128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/certain-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/8899833631398394128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/8899833631398394128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/certain-things.html' title='CERTAIN THINGS'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-5121881036477801051</id><published>2009-09-09T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:12:44.355-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Try'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macy Gray'/><title type='text'>I TRIED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsTk2xp0nvY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsTk2xp0nvY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bye. :`(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-5121881036477801051?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/5121881036477801051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-tried.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5121881036477801051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5121881036477801051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-tried.html' title='I TRIED'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-1783331247256595333</id><published>2009-09-07T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:47:30.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishful thinking'/><title type='text'>I CAN SEE ME. CAN YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3899579158/" title="766827788_3c640c91be_b by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/3899579158_196ae66a69.jpg" alt="766827788_3c640c91be_b" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took this picture of our old santol tree that my Papang and Dicci planted. Dicci was 10 yrs old at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What do you see in your future? What do you want to see in your future? What would you like to see in your future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can see my tomorrow as vividly as a colored picture. I want to see me happy and contented in life. I'll be living in a comfortable home with white picket fences, a dog and hopefully my pit Kobe will still be alive by then. I wish I can see kids in my home too and a loving and faithful husband. I'd like to imagine my kids and husband to shower me with countless hugs and kisses everyday. I'd love to have cuddle time with my family. I want countless movie marathons with my sisters, Ate Aimee and Dicci and Ate Mayet. I can also see Nicole and Yna joining us watching tearjerker and cheesy movies. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see myself as a career woman too. I want to be creative in my idle time. I want to be a significant member of the community. I am inspired by what my niece, Yna is doing for the world. I'll be there to support her. I'll write more on her charity in my future posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of life's struggles, sacrifices and conflicts, I'd like to stay as carefree and happy as I am now. I'd like to be independent. I'd like to travel as well to famous and undiscovered places. I'd still like to spend more time with my mom, my step dad and the rest of the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since nobody knows what is in store for us in the future, all of these will remain my wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-1783331247256595333?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/1783331247256595333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-see-me-can-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/1783331247256595333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/1783331247256595333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-can-see-me-can-you.html' title='I CAN SEE ME. CAN YOU?'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2617/3899579158_196ae66a69_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-7753314250694649945</id><published>2009-09-07T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T06:46:13.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='All I have to do is Dream'/><title type='text'>ALL I HAVE TO DO IS DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3444533473/" title="Circa 1992 by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3444533473_4fff24b06d.jpg" alt="Circa 1992" height="334" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's our Papang. This was when he arrived from the US of A to visit my Mamang and Ate. He set his new camera on timer. That's why he looked so surprised.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo scanned by &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photo/lil_divine"&gt;Extrachunky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Chaaarm.....Chaaarms.....Sweetheart!" goes my wake-up call. After a 10 month long job at sea, my Papang used to wake me up early in the morning to have breakfast with him. His favorite was &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.kinilaw.com/"&gt;kinilaw&lt;/a&gt; and so is mine. It may be odd for others that that's what for breakfast. He said breakfast is the best to have that food because morning is when you get the freshest fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often my Papa and I went for a walk very very early in the morning at the airport. Walking to and fro in the runway and we did trivia games. Geography was our favorite. He asked the country and I gave him its capital or vice versa. But no relationship is perfect. We laughed. We cried. We fought. We don't see each other for days.  I ran away. After our disagreements,  we hugged, kissed and made up. At some point, I hated him for hurting me... and those were times I didn't like him calling me "Charms". During those last months of his life, he got much sweeter than ever and we got so much closer again ...way too closer this time. On that very day before he went away while he was in the hospital, I begged so hard to God not to take him away from me. Not just yet. I wasn't ready. I can't imagine life without him. But I can't stop God's plan. I can not question His decision. Papang went to his eternal place on April 16th 4 years ago. It took time for me to realize and sink to my mind and heart that he is gone. He is forever gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember now when those times I loathed him for calling me "Charms". Oh! How much I cringed when he calls me that pet name lovingly. I just hated it. But now, I miss it. I miss it so much. I miss his wake up call. I just simply miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song sang by the Everly Brothers, All I Have To Do Is Dream used to be the song he loved to dance with me. I wish it can still happen. Not maybe physically but I'll dance with him in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'pang, I miss you. I'll dance with you again in my dreams. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Everly Brothers - All I have to do is Dream 1972&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Released 1958)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream dream dream dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream dream dream dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I want you in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I want you and all your charms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whenever I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All I have to do is dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dream dream dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when I feel blue in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I need you to hold me tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whenever I want you all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have to do is dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;taste your lips of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any time night or day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only trouble is gee whiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm dreaming my life away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need you so that I could die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you so and that is why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whenever I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all I have to do is dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream dream dream dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dream dream dream dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9XmV56HF4LQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9XmV56HF4LQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-7753314250694649945?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/7753314250694649945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-i-have-to-do-is-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/7753314250694649945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/7753314250694649945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-i-have-to-do-is-dream.html' title='ALL I HAVE TO DO IS DREAM'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3363/3444533473_4fff24b06d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-8757907498357885172</id><published>2009-09-07T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T06:54:00.249-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon River'/><title type='text'>MOON RIVER AND ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I am a hopeless romantic. I am not afraid to admit it. I guess all ladies are. I have never met a guy that's one except for my brother.  Have you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when my Ate Aimee and Dicci were still in the Philippines, we'd watch movies like Sleepless in Seattle, An Affair to Remember, Breakfast at Tiffany's, My Fair Lady and While You Were Sleeping to name a few. It was always a marathon. One movie per night is not enough. I miss those times. I miss them a lot. I wish they're here to watch Serendipity with me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna call them soon. I think watching the movie can still happen. They can watch the movie in their respective homes. I'll watch it in my room and we'll talk over the phone while watching. Am I making sense? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family so much. I am missing my Dicci. She and I love this song a whole lot. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sharing this song for all hopeless romantic like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Moon River, wider than a mile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I'm crossing you in style some day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;wherever you're going&lt;br /&gt;I'm going your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two drifters off to see the world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's... such a lot of world to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're after the same rainbow's end--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting 'round the bend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;my huckleberry friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moon River and me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BOByH_iOn88&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-8757907498357885172?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/8757907498357885172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/moon-river-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/8757907498357885172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/8757907498357885172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/moon-river-and-me.html' title='MOON RIVER AND ME'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-2128707701314795465</id><published>2009-09-04T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:13:47.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M ON THE TOP OF THE TREE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/1487003639/" title="One Mini Apple by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/1487003639_6f9d388325.jpg" alt="One Mini Apple" width="500" height="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Women are like apples on trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best ones are at the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them,&lt;br /&gt;when in reality,&lt;br /&gt;THEY'RE amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They just have to wait for the right man to come along,&lt;br /&gt;the one who's BRAVE enough to climb&lt;br /&gt;all the way to&lt;br /&gt;the top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;from &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.eternalchoice.com/perfectlove.php"&gt;Perfect Love&lt;/a&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/4201330824754639282-2128707701314795465?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/2128707701314795465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-on-top-of-tree.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2128707701314795465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2128707701314795465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-on-top-of-tree.html' title='I&apos;M ON THE TOP OF THE TREE'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1028/1487003639_6f9d388325_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-7683444340584616809</id><published>2009-09-04T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T10:33:52.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect love'/><title type='text'>THE PERFECT GIFT IS THE PERFECT LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/crybaby/3609265787/" title="IMG_1363 by cry_baby, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3297/3609265787_0546ffa44f.jpg" alt="IMG_1363" height="500" width="375" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone longs to give themselves completely to someone-&lt;br /&gt;To have a deep soul relationship with another-&lt;br /&gt;Be loved thoroughly, and exclusively.&lt;br /&gt;But God, to a Christian, says:&lt;br /&gt;I want you to be satisfied, fulfilled, and content&lt;br /&gt;With being loved by Me alone-&lt;br /&gt;With giving yourself totally and unreservedly to Me-&lt;br /&gt;With having an intensely personal and unique relationship&lt;br /&gt;With Me alone.&lt;br /&gt;Discovering that only in Me is your satisfaction to be found,&lt;br /&gt;Will you be capable of the best human relationship&lt;br /&gt;That I have planned for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I want you to be united with another after you are united with Me-&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive of anyone or anything else,&lt;br /&gt;Exclusive of any other desires or longings.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stop planning, stop wishing,&lt;br /&gt;And allow Me to give you the most thrilling plan existing-&lt;br /&gt;One that you cannot imagine.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to have the best-&lt;br /&gt;Please allow Me to bring it to you.&lt;br /&gt;You just keep watching Me, trusting Me-&lt;br /&gt;Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am.&lt;br /&gt;Keep listening and learning the things I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;You just wait.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't be anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look around at the things&lt;br /&gt;Others have gotten or that I've given them.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at the things you think you want.&lt;br /&gt;You just keep looking off and up to Me,&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll miss what I want to show you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And then, when you're ready, I'll surprise you with a love&lt;br /&gt;Far more wonderful than any you would dream of.&lt;br /&gt;You see, until you are ready and until the one I have for you is ready,&lt;br /&gt;(I am working even at this moment to have both of you ready at the same time),&lt;br /&gt;Until you are both satisfied exclusively with Me and the life I prepared for you,&lt;br /&gt;You won't be able to experience the love that exemplifies your relationship with me.&lt;br /&gt;And this is the perfect love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!-- insert verse about the Lord giving exceedingly abundantly above what we can ask --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And dear one, I want you to have the most wonderful love.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to see in the flesh a picture of your relationship with Me,&lt;br /&gt;And to enjoy materially and concretely the everlasting union of beauty, perfection, and love&lt;br /&gt;That I offer you with Myself.&lt;br /&gt;Know that I love you utterly.&lt;br /&gt;I am God.&lt;br /&gt;Believe and be satisfied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;      -author and original title unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;To my cousin Eloise , thank you for sharing me this poem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I used to plan things and have things my own way. Like my motto back then when I was a spoiled brat, " what Charmaine wants, Charmaine gets". As difficult and humbling to admit it, YES! I was! But it's different now. I've come to realize that there's a Master Planner who knows what's best for me. I am offering everything to Him and take each day as it comes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-7683444340584616809?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/7683444340584616809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-gift-is-perfect-love-e-veryone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/7683444340584616809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/7683444340584616809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-gift-is-perfect-love-e-veryone.html' title='THE PERFECT GIFT IS THE PERFECT LOVE'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3297/3609265787_0546ffa44f_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-5862282712617951027</id><published>2009-09-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T05:39:07.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zorro'/><title type='text'>GOODBYE MY TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1PqA6c5_Ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A1PqA6c5_Ic&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is very complicated, so I thought, until I learned that I made it complex. It just hurts deeply when one learns that love is not his priority. ...that you'll never be a part of his future. ...that you're not part of that plan. It sucks when you felt like you're driving alone so fast in a one way highway. It just isn't fair. Love isn't fair. Life isn't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself lately if I am feeling it.  If it feels like it. Yes, I am thrilled just thinking about him.  I long for the time he is there. It's been 67 hours since I heard from him. It seems like a lifetime. It was an agreement not to communicate for at least 3 days. I hate it. I didn't like being in limbo.  It sounds crazy but saying his name under my breath makes me smile. Listening to his voice and rewinding it all over again in my head sounds like music to me. I can just imagine him lulling me to sleep beside him. He is indeed my happy thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, guess what? The first day was bad. The second day was worst but the third day, I came to realize that this is not the right time for a new love. He's not ready. I thought I was. I think we both are terrified of a new commitment.  I want to take that plunge with someone who is proud to be in a relationship. ...someone who'd like to grow old with me. I don't want to enjoy the rest of my life alone. I want to savor every last drop of life with that someone who love to live life with me. I want it to be him. I want to laugh and cry with him. But, I guess that wouldn't be the case anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he misses me too. I wonder if his world is tilting like mine. I am starting to lose that grip. Am I really falling? Is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really odd when it feels like I am really falling to someone that quick. I grew up with boys. I don't easily get swayed with sweet talks but it's different with him. I listen to what he says and I believe him. I'm one with the boys. I never get tongue tied with their presence but with him was different. I became so quiet and  I was able to hear my thoughts so clearly for the very first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we really belong together and if all the signs are right, it will happen. I know for sure that it's not going to be NOW. ... and I hope that when it happens, there will be no complications. For the very first time in my life, I am willing to wait what God has in store for me. I'll just keep on praying for the best for everyone. I am not going to pray for me, myself and I anymore. When you love, you become unselfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't hurt that much if I shed a tear or two just thinking about losing it. But I have to stop it before it begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good bye for now Zorro! Until we meet again in my tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3885648925/" title="Untitled by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3885648925_946b2c6be6.jpg" alt="" width="500" height="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-5862282712617951027?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/5862282712617951027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-my-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5862282712617951027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/5862282712617951027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-my-tomorrow.html' title='GOODBYE MY TOMORROW'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2445/3885648925_946b2c6be6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-7756993590999589662</id><published>2009-09-01T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:44:40.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plunge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>CATCH ME IF YOU CAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3878460618/" title="tatumfallin' by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3878460618_e5454c50da.jpg" alt="tatumfallin'" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo by&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eloowis/"&gt; Eloise&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Do you believe in magic? Do you believe in spark at first sight? Do you believe in signs? Do you believe in strange coincidences? I did and I still do. I can't explain the feeling but it did really happen to me. It gives me goosebumps just thinking about it. It makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="300" width="400"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=952f0b7e4f&amp;amp;photo_id=3874457926"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt; &lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.flickr.com/apps/video/stewart.swf?v=71377" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="intl_lang=en-us&amp;amp;photo_secret=952f0b7e4f&amp;amp;photo_id=3874457926" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free Fallin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is falling in love that easy? .... that quick? Is making the right decision that hard? Is praying and hoping what you want fair? Is it true that sometimes falling in love comes in a flash? Will it go as quick as it came? I hope not. I want to linger on to that feeling of free falling. .... of being in love. But then again, I can't help doubting myself if it is the right decision. What if he won't catch me because he can't?  I wish I can stay in cloud 9 at this very moment but I've got no choice and be under that cloud of doubt for the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep these past few weeks. This so called reality is indeed so much better than my dreams. He is my caffeine. He is my Tylenol. He is my sunshine after the rain. He is the light in my tunnel. He made all the pain go away. He was the reason that I found laughter again. He made me feel good. He made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past years, I remember praying for all things to be in my favor. I did so fervently for years. I didn't get what I wanted and they ended up on deaf ears. It disappointed me. I lost hope. I stopped believing in prayers until I realized that there were reasons why they weren't heard. I hope , as what &lt;a href="http://lildivine.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lil Divine&lt;/a&gt; says, my &lt;a href="http://lildivine.blogspot.com/2009/08/unanswered.html"&gt;unanswered prayers will be my greatest gift from God.&lt;/a&gt; If I can't have him then I am very happy and grateful to have and treasure the friendship. No matter how much I really wanted to be selfish this time again but I won't. I will pray for what is best for me, for him and for everybody. I just need to cling to hope a little bit tighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I am not expecting for someone who can sweep me off my feet. ...who can give me the moon and the stars  instead watch the stars and the moon with me. I am not looking for someone who can shower me with Louis Vuittons and Guccis ...but someone who'd cry with me when I am hurt. ...who'd laugh with me when I'm happy . Someone who'd fight for me even if sometimes I think I am hardly worth it. ... someone who'll love me for being me. If I can't have the Mr. Right then I am fine with the OKAY one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am opening my life with all the possibilities. I have cleaned all my senses. I will be rocking this world. I am getting ready to take another plunge again. So now, I am holding my breath and I'm  excited for what is coming hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                             He told me once that love is the answer. I agree with him.Thank you Love for making my world go round and round. Because of you, I am living life and loving it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-7756993590999589662?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/7756993590999589662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-me-if-you-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/7756993590999589662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/7756993590999589662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/09/catch-me-if-you-can.html' title='CATCH ME IF YOU CAN'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3498/3878460618_e5454c50da_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-2428464954082468775</id><published>2009-08-02T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:21:51.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ME ONCE MORE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lil_divine/3876600135/" title="tatumcludes by Extrachunky, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/3876600135_2e6dbd5363.jpg" alt="tatumcludes" height="500" width="377" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes life's experiences can be tragic. It burns you. It hurts you.  It took me awhile to get over that part. I have mourned the loss. ... and I have accepted the truth that it is over. But after the pain is moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward is a process. I took it slow and with confidence. I was so blessed with having family and friends beside and behind me in this journey. I never regret of having to experience the past. It made me stronger. It made me grateful of everything good and bad in my life. It made me realize that there is better for me in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a failure. I will never be a failure. I believe now that I am a gift. I am me and I love me. Getting out of the relationship is maybe the best gift I rewarded myself. Do you know why? ... because  I am me once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People thought that I am weak... that I am incapable of being me. I proved them wrong. I got out of that situation and I am standing on my own two feet now for over a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never considered almost 11 years of my life wasted because I learned from it. I gave my all plus a 100% more. No matter how much I tried to save it but sometimes love isn't enough. I still respect the man that he was but he is not just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on and looking forward for another adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Let's rock 'n roll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-2428464954082468775?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/2428464954082468775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-282009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2428464954082468775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/2428464954082468775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/08/july-282009.html' title='I AM ME ONCE MORE'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3043/3876600135_2e6dbd5363_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-6061634564482254667</id><published>2009-07-31T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T23:37:24.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PUP ANGELS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;July 28,2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Jerilee Gayle Yap or "Gay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; as how everyone calls her, and I have a co-owned dog, a red miniature pincher or mini pincher named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; lives with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. One morning, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;texted me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; had delivered a puppy. We never knew that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is pregnant but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; had a hunch though. Its a boy! a black mini pincher puppy. Why black? the great grandmother is a black mini pincher named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"elektra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;,  who also lives with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;; the diva; and the queen of all the dogs in the house. Anyways, we were so happy that finally &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; now have her own puppies, but wished she had more. After almost a day of waiting, 7 pm., gayle texted me to come over her place, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; is about to deliver another puppy and asked me to come over and bring some "carton" or cardboard. So i hurried, looked for "carton" where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and the puppies could lay. But i was too late, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Maia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had delivered 2 more puppies and both were already dead. But the consolation is, at least we had 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnY46ncGg1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/je_740tawfQ/s1600-h/IMG_2480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnY46ncGg1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/je_740tawfQ/s320/IMG_2480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365538585728942930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;maia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and her black pup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnY47BNvYLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gey8j0TdUFI/s1600-h/IMG_2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnY47BNvYLI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gey8j0TdUFI/s320/IMG_2497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365538592648028338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnY466Qmt_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/LE7GzK-s0MM/s1600-h/IMG_2491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnY466Qmt_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/LE7GzK-s0MM/s320/IMG_2491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365538590780995570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; feeding the puppy since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;maia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;doesn't know yet how to breastfeed .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after the delivery, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; texted me that we need to go see a veterinarean to have the puppy checked. The puppy had reddish colored stools. But i read the message late, they have already gone to the veterinarean. The puppy is hypothermic, he had to be wrapped in a warm towel for a minute every 15 minutes. She was well taken cared then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 03, 2009, 7:06 AM, the puppy was pronounced dead. To you, whom we plan to call Lucas, and to the 2 puppies who didn't make it, you are now  angel puppies who somehow brought excitement to our lives. And to his father, Lance , who had been lost for several weeks now, we hope and pray that you are well taken cared of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-6061634564482254667?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/6061634564482254667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/evil-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/6061634564482254667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/6061634564482254667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/evil-me.html' title='PUP ANGELS'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnY46ncGg1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/je_740tawfQ/s72-c/IMG_2480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-4702565746672045193</id><published>2009-07-29T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T00:36:59.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SURPRISES x 20</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I had the most, if not the most but one of the most embarrassing and depressing moments of my life last Saturday (july 25, 2009). I won't go into details about that because that's not the story. Anyways, my sister ,ditse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Lilian Nalupa-Divinagracia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; or  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mahdicci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; as I would love to call her, is always there to cheer me up. Well, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;watamahgunnahdowidawtmahdicci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;" !  She knows just how  to ease me up, make me laugh and simply divert my thoughts and feelings from whats bothering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Paola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Tessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Iki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; (son and daughters of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tito Ringkoy Dumadag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;tita Margie Corales- Dumadag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;) who came home here in Bohol from Frederick , Maryland for a vacation, came by for a visit and handed me a package. A package from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mahdicci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ayang,the youngest daughter of the Dumadags, was supposedly there to hand me the package together with the other siblings , but she fell asleep on the laps of her papa Ringkoy in the car. Time-check, this is now Sunday (July 26) approximately 8pm. Anyways, to continue, the kids handed me the gifts one by one as instructed by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mahdicci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;. And as instructed , they had to see me open each gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEHmxFHJcI/AAAAAAAAABY/jp56RFD7aCQ/s1600-h/IMG_2504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEHmxFHJcI/AAAAAAAAABY/jp56RFD7aCQ/s320/IMG_2504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364076993766172098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Yeah, i know its not for me. its for a friend of mahdicci. The kids had to hear me count the money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEIl7_3nwI/AAAAAAAAABg/0yp01GyH6eU/s1600-h/6213_1183170615947_1128672104_30567369_3082965_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEIl7_3nwI/AAAAAAAAABg/0yp01GyH6eU/s320/6213_1183170615947_1128672104_30567369_3082965_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364078079028731650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Each shoe, not pair of shoes but each shoe was wrapped separately so it would look like she sent me lots of gifts. It was a lot though but she wants it to look like its more than i think it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEJe1pRw2I/AAAAAAAAABo/7WchbT1k4zg/s1600-h/6213_1183170655948_1128672104_30567370_3299870_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEJe1pRw2I/AAAAAAAAABo/7WchbT1k4zg/s320/6213_1183170655948_1128672104_30567370_3299870_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364079056575906658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;i got 3 pairs of shoes and i adore them a lot. i just have to wear my sunglasses with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEMI78HRfI/AAAAAAAAABw/BM71AlhQn_Y/s1600-h/IMG_2517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEMI78HRfI/AAAAAAAAABw/BM71AlhQn_Y/s320/IMG_2517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364081978843284978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;At last, i get to have these lip tintmarkers. I've been wanting and longing for these for 3 years. My sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;,the eldest sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Ma. Aimee Nalupa-Bagno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;l, or should i say, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mahAte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; introduced me to this product.  It doesn't spill or smudge anything in your bag; you can use it as a lipstick or a cheek tint; the tint leaves on longer than you think and aaaay just luuuuuuuv it. I've had several people asked to find me this product for 3 years, since the day it ran out of ink... Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEPbcOsbHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F6XNZtuA-xo/s1600-h/IMG_2506.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEPbcOsbHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/F6XNZtuA-xo/s320/IMG_2506.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364085595283680370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I used to drink Crystal Light Lemonade which my mother &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Flaviana Lawson&lt;/span&gt; sent me, but i haven't tried their Iced Tea yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnERhJwczgI/AAAAAAAAACA/rie5fnD7ry8/s1600-h/IMG_2501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnERhJwczgI/AAAAAAAAACA/rie5fnD7ry8/s320/IMG_2501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364087892427460098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Wheat bread with peanut butter and mayo, paired with Crystal Light Iced tea . I don't like it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mahdicci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; because, i luuuuv it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;After opening each gift, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;mahdicci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt; and i chatted  and then slept with my 3 new pairs of shoes, my liptintmarkers and the Iced tea beside me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4201330824754639282-4702565746672045193?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/4702565746672045193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-most-if-not-most-but-one-of-most.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/4702565746672045193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/4702565746672045193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-had-most-if-not-most-but-one-of-most.html' title='SURPRISES x 20'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnEHmxFHJcI/AAAAAAAAABY/jp56RFD7aCQ/s72-c/IMG_2504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4201330824754639282.post-833101472799523634</id><published>2009-07-29T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T22:09:53.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAW-iHiBqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JYKRaX1d-Eg/s1600-h/IMG_0473.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAW-iHiBqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JYKRaX1d-Eg/s320/IMG_0473.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363812419764356770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;When you fall, you have to get up. Start from scratch. Start from the very beginning. So here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Welcome to my new home. My very own.&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/4201330824754639282-833101472799523634?l=crybabytatum.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/feeds/833101472799523634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-home.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/833101472799523634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4201330824754639282/posts/default/833101472799523634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crybabytatum.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-home.html' title='My Home'/><author><name>crybaby</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07166010576629582848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAEOAkZrBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dGa7BjM9dDY/S220/3365045625_bc77e57618.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJzUR-7PwI/SnAW-iHiBqI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JYKRaX1d-Eg/s72-c/IMG_0473.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
