<?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-5879987922581680690</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:13:34.624-08:00</updated><category term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><category term='story'/><category term='Song to Pamper'/><category term='Tagalog Entry'/><category term='Emotionally Entry'/><category term='Simple Quote'/><category term='Questions'/><title type='text'>PamperMeLove</title><subtitle type='html'>you're ultimate guide for your love problems and some songs to pamper your own feelings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-4077744388733268703</id><published>2011-04-08T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T23:59:46.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To say the words "I Love You" you must mean and feel it. And remember to say these words to your one and only special person. Here's to say I Love You in different languages.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table  align="center" border="0" width="100%" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Afrikaans -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ek het jou lief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Albanian -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te dua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arabic -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana behibak (to male) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Arabic -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana behibek (to female)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Armenian -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes kez sirumen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bambara -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; M'bi fe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bangla -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aamee tuma ke bhalo baashi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Belarusian -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya tabe kahayu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bisaya -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nahigugma ako kanimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bosnian -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Volim te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bulgarian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obicham te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cambodian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bung Srorlagn Oun (to female)&lt;br /&gt;                              Oun Srorlagn Bung (to male)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cantonese/Chinese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ngo oiy ney a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Catalan - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;T'estimo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cheyenne - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ne mohotatse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chichewa - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ndimakukonda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Corsican - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ti tengu caru (to male) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Creol - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mi aime jou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Croatian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Volim te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Czech - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Miluji te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Danish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeg Elsker Dig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dutch - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ik hou van jou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Elmer Fudd - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wove you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;English - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Esperanto - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mi amas vin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estonian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma armastan sind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ethiopian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ewedishalehu : male/female to female&lt;br /&gt;Ewedihalehu: male/female to male.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Faroese - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eg elski teg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Farsi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doset daram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Filipino - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mahal kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finnish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mina rakastan sinua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;French - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Je t'aime, Je t'adore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gaelic - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ta gra agam ort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Georgian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mikvarhar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;German - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt; Ich liebe dich &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greek - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;S'agapo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gujarati - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hu tumney prem karu chu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hiligaynon - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Palangga ko ikaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hawaiian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aloha wau ia oi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hebrew - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ani ohev otah (to female) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hebrew - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ani ohev et otha (to male) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hiligaynon - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guina higugma ko ikaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hmong - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kuv hlub koj &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hopi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nu' umi unangwa'ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hungarian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Szeretlek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Icelandic - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ég elska þig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ilonggo - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Palangga ko ikaw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Indonesian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saya cinta padamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inuit - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Negligevapse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Irish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taim i' ngra leat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Italian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ti amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Japanese - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aishiteru &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kannada - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naa ninna preetisuve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kapampangan - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kaluguran daka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kikongo -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Muke zolaka nge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kiswahili - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nakupenda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Konkani - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tu magel moga cho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Korean - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sarang Heyo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Latin - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Latvian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Es tevi miilu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lebanese - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bahibak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lingala - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nalingi yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lithuanian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tave myliu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Macedonian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te Sakam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Malay - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Malayalam - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Njan Ninne Premikunnu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maltese -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inhobbok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mandarin Chinese -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wo ai ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marathi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Me tula prem karto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mohawk - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kanbhik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Moroccan - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ana moajaba bik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nahuatl - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ni mits neki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Navaho - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ayor anosh'ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nepali - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ma Timilai Maya Garchhu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Norwegian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeg Elsker Deg &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pandacan - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Syota na kita!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pangasinan - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inaru Taka &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Papiamento - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mi ta stimabo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Persian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doo-set daaram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pig Latin - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Iay ovlay ouyay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Polish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kocham Cie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Portuguese - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Romanian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;TE IUBESC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Roman Numerals - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Russian -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya tebya liubliu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rwanda -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ndagukunda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Scot Gaelic - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tha gra\dh agam ort &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Serbian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Volim te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Setswana - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ke a go rata &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sign Language - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,\,,/ (represents position of fingers when signing 'I Love You'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sindhi - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maa tokhe pyar kendo ahyan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sioux - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Techihhila &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slovak - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lu`bim ta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slovenian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ljubim te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Spanish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Te quiero / Te amo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Surinam-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mi lobi joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swahili - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ninapenda wewe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swedish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jag alskar dig &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Swiss-German - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ig liebe di&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tajik &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Man turo Dust Doram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tagalog - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mahal kita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Taiwanese - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wa ga ei li &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tahitian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ua Here Vau Ia Oe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tamil - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naan unnai kathalikiraen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Telugu - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nenu ninnu premistunnanu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thai - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chan rak khun (to male) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thai - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phom rak khun (to female) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Turkish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seni Seviyorum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ukrainian - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ya tebe kahayu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Urdu - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;mai aap say pyaar karta hoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vietnamese - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anh ye^u em (to female) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Vietnamese - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Em ye^u anh (to male) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Welsh - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;'Rwy'n dy garu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yiddish - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ikh hob dikh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yoruba - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mo ni fe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td width="23%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zimbabwe - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="77%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ndinokuda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "I Love You too" by Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9grZpm6rVSU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9grZpm6rVSU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-4077744388733268703?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4077744388733268703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=4077744388733268703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4077744388733268703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4077744388733268703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-you.html' title='I love you'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-4619581417406760523</id><published>2011-03-24T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:34:54.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>Mga emosyonal na pananalita.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eto ang mga pangyayari o mga salita na hindi mo akalaing sasabihin mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. "Mahal na mahal kita, at ang sakit-sakit na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ako naman ang may gusto nito diba? Pero bakit ang sakit-sakit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"She loved me at my worst. You had me at my best. And you chose to break my heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"If  kaya pang ayusin pilitin. What if this is really what both of you need?  Then just be strong. Magiging mahirap at masakit pero hopefully all the  pain will be worth it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Siguro  kaya tayo iniiwanan ng mga mahal natin dahil may darating pang ibang  mas magmamahal sa'tin - 'yung hindi tayo sasaktan at paasahin...'yung  magtatama ng lahat ng mali sa buhay natin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But you're asking for too much. Gusto mo mawala na'ko sa buhay mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Courtesy of the movie "One More Chance" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. "Iiwan mo ba ko? basta wag kang gagawa ng dahilan para iwan kita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Saktan mo na ko physically, wag lang emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. "Lahat ng problema nasosolusyonan, pero bakit ito? parang hindi na."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. "kaya ko to' pero mas kakayanin ko kung andyan ka pa rin"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. "sanay na ko ng iniiwan mo ko, pero sana this time kung aalis ka. Please huwag ka ng bumalik"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. "masakit makita ka pero mas masakit ang makasama ka"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. "bakit ka makikipagbreak agad? magusap muna kau. lahat ng problema nadadaan sa pag-uusap"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Madrama, emosyonal pero totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-4619581417406760523?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4619581417406760523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=4619581417406760523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4619581417406760523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4619581417406760523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2011/03/mga-emosyonal-na-pananalita.html' title='Mga emosyonal na pananalita.'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5558309132641468767</id><published>2011-02-10T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T06:05:07.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>I need my love, my valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;February 14. The day of love. The day that many of us wait to expressed our feelings to our special someone. To bring chocolates, flowers, cards and many more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here is a story of my reader who experienced a very special day on what we called "Valentine's day''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hi there. I'm an occasionally reader of your blog and posts. Here's the thought in my high school  days most of my classmates is an avid fan of ''valentines day'' they bought flowers, expensive chocolate's and even make a decorative cards. I don't really know why thus this day have to be very special for them. Well maybe, they have the courage to face their crushes, flings and special love. But in my own thought it's just a waste of time, effort and most specially money. Yet in this one moment in my life. I realized that valentine's day is way unique and full of expressions. At my college years. Its turning february again. All of the bookstore, malls, parks and streets is filled with decorative hearts. I just straightly walked and didn't believed on the thought of valentine. I even vandalized my chair and wrote ''v-day is another normal day'' Here comes february 14. Another ordinary day for me. But a special day for them. Before my class. There was a box of chocolate left on my chair and a card saying. ''Would you be my date this valentines day?'' I was liked annoyed by this anonymous letter hanging around the box of chocolate. Then at the end of the letter there was a time and place where we would meet up so I will know who gave it to me. I was curious about this person. So I came late. The meeting place was at our school entrance gate at 5pm. I came about 5:30pm. There was this guy who brought flowers with 3 colors in it. Red, white and pink. He gave it to me and said thank you for me to come. He grab my hand and we walked toward this cafe. He reserved a whole cake that I usually bought everyday. He even know my favorite drink in that cafe. We talked, laughed and get to know each other. After a fun date, I decide to be friend with him. We exchange numbers and as days pass. We know in ourselves that we are special in our own set of ways. Do you wanna know who this guy is? this guy was my batch mate and we usually sat on the same chair where I vandalized it. After my class and after sitting on that chair. Their time was on the afternoon and he saw what I wrote on that same chair. He asked his friend who were a classmate of mine and saw me distantly. Fate it is right? He didn't usually also believe on valentine's day. But after seeing what I wrote he thought why wouldn't give it a try and now we both believe that valentine's day exist in every day that we are together. By the way, I'm tin and my boyfriend is leo. We decide that on the next february 14. We will not celebrate the gift of love just like others. But we celebrate it everyday. Thank you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; ''My Valentine'' by Shiny ft. Albert Posis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bh3Jal9xkhs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/bh3Jal9xkhs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5558309132641468767?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5558309132641468767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5558309132641468767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5558309132641468767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5558309132641468767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-need-my-love-my-valentine.html' title='I need my love, my valentine'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5847475264250914144</id><published>2011-01-31T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T08:33:18.984-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Are we really match by faith?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Just because you found someone means that he is the right one for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you sure he is fit for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is he a blessing in the sky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Did you choose him because of nothing or because of everything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and the most answerable question is are you really matched by faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Learn to appreciate every little thing he does for you and soon you'll answer every detail of what you've asked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper: &lt;/span&gt;"Never Knew I needed" by Ne-Yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRaCP8M-qLo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&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/WRaCP8M-qLo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5847475264250914144?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5847475264250914144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5847475264250914144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5847475264250914144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5847475264250914144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/are-we-really-match-by-faith.html' title='Are we really match by faith?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-9201832386192895413</id><published>2011-01-05T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T04:14:25.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"Echo" by Auburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kTHgrnyMC20?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/kTHgrnyMC20?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This song is about doing the same thing all over again. You said sorry and promised to change but still you ended up replaying all the attitudes you have. To make it simple. Your relationship is always circling around and it doesn't have a chance to grow. Read the chosen lyrics. Think and realize that maybe your situation is just like this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This time you've gone to far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Don't want your gifts or cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Time that I realize and accept you for who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; I'm closing up my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; Not gonna see me cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Won't be an echo when I say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm sorry, I'm sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; like an echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love you, I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;like an echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'll change, I'll change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; like an echo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; But your still the same, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I gotta let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/5879987922581680690-9201832386192895413?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9201832386192895413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=9201832386192895413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/9201832386192895413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/9201832386192895413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/echo-by-auburn.html' title='&quot;Echo&quot; by Auburn'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8812683072002744994</id><published>2011-01-05T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T03:54:57.556-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Smile cause I'm gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forget the times I walked by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forget the times I made you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forget the times I spoke your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember now, we're not the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forget the times I held your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forget the sweet things if you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Forget the times and don't pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Remember now, we're just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "I'm Gone" by Jay Sean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WpMISuT3neU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/WpMISuT3neU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-8812683072002744994?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8812683072002744994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8812683072002744994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8812683072002744994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8812683072002744994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2011/01/smile-cause-im-gone.html' title='Smile cause I&apos;m gone'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5579577326872165379</id><published>2010-12-26T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T03:41:17.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>A new year's gift from God.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sometimes, it's not really a matter of choosing the right choice. It's a matter of proving that you made the right choice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you have found the right person for you. How will you prove to the world that she/he is the right one for you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is a story of a girl finding and searching for the right guy in her life. Even she came from a tragic and stormy history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its November 2010, tell me why does the time fly so fast. Its been 5 months since I've left my heart on the road of sorrow. I am Felice, recently studying a bachelor's degree, funny and easy to be with, talkative but in a nice way, and hoping for a guy who will not torn my heart again. I promise to myself I will not hurt anybody especially whom I loved the most. But I guess I was wrong. I gave my whole heart and now it's already torn into pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its December 2010, the last month of this empty year. I feel so empty inside. I wish I could be a dark sky so that no one can see me. My family and friends always uplift my spirit. So one day, I kneel down and talk to God praying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;''I know in myself that this is just a challenge for me to encounter and to get through. I know you love me and will never leave me. I am very sorry for all the sins I have done. I hope you can forgive me. I will just wait for the right person that you will gave to me who will love me as much as I love him. And I hope you will still guide in my decisions." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The last night of the year was so uplifting. I saw a shooting star even the sky is covered up with fireworks. I wish that tomorrow, the 1st day of my new and hopefully wonderful year will be my strength for the other half that has been torn away from me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its January 2011, the first month of my new happy year. While walking and buying some new pair of shoes. I met this person whose named is Seth. We became friends, exchange of messages and mails. Getting to a point of knowing each other. Days passed, weeks, and even months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Its July 2011, I am Felice recently graduated this year, newly working and officially engaged. I met Seth at some mall when I was buying a pair of shoe and planning to commit my whole life with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me why does the time fly so fast? Its almost a year since I left my heart on the road of sorrow. But this time someone picked it up, fixed and took care until it beats again. This person saw a shooting star even the sky is covered up of fireworks and wish that he could bring the lost heart to its right owner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am Felice officially engaged to Seth. We both wished at a shooting star on the night of new years eve and it is truly a wonderful gift from God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Perfect Two" by Auburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lLvtydTM78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-lLvtydTM78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5579577326872165379?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5579577326872165379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5579577326872165379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5579577326872165379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5579577326872165379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-years-gift-from-god.html' title='A new year&apos;s gift from God.'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-1484826649638611778</id><published>2010-11-26T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T04:39:52.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>Ang mga weird na tao sa mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unang kwento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kilala mo ba sila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ayun oh. Yung mga un. Yung group of friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ah. Yung mga kaibigan ng ex mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oo. Yun nga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Anung meron sa kanila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sila ang mga weird na tao sa mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bakit naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Simple. Sila lang naman ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasimuno, assuming, at higit sa lahat weirdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Grabe naman. Paano mo naman nasabi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Unang una. Pasimuno sila sa asaran. Pangalawa assuming sila sa lahat ng bagay. At naging &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;weirdo sila sa paningin ko kasi akala ko magiging maayos ang lahat at sinama ko sila sa mundong binuo ko kasama siya. Pero nagkamali ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sila rin kasi ang magtutulak na lumapit siya sa kin nung una, pero sila rin pala ang hindi rumerespeto habang unti unti na kong nabubuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pangalawang kwento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kilala mo ba siya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ayun oh. Yung taong yun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Anung meron sa kaniya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Siya ang weird na tao sa mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Bakit naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Siya ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inakala kong magiging bagong kaibigan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero siya pala ang naging &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bagong ka-ibigan ng mahal ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-1484826649638611778?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1484826649638611778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=1484826649638611778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1484826649638611778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1484826649638611778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2010/11/ang-mga-weird-na-tao-sa-mundo.html' title='Ang mga weird na tao sa mundo'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-7316906425895366936</id><published>2010-11-05T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T10:42:06.161-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>How can you tell if you still love a person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you really tell if you still love a very special person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Simple things like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you always think of him over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you always checked your cellphone, email, and other accounts hoping for him to respond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you cry at night bearing the pain he caused you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you can't concentrate about what you are doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you still misses him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you always asked your common friends about where his abouts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- and most specially you attempt to contact him but your brain always hold you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, how can you tell if you don't love a person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you just passed her with all your might. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you get to smile wholly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you ignore things that hurt you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- you don't care about her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- and you easily talked to her and no more scary thoughts that you might fall for her again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper: &lt;/span&gt;"You don't want me to'' by 3rd Storee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sv_jRemu418?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sv_jRemu418?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-7316906425895366936?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7316906425895366936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=7316906425895366936' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7316906425895366936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7316906425895366936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2010/11/how-can-you-tell-if-you-still-love.html' title='How can you tell if you still love a person?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8468501413861158745</id><published>2010-05-29T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T05:55:52.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"Cheating" by Joey Moe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo5y0M99egU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uo5y0M99egU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This song is all about lying. Cheating with your partner doesn't prove that your a mysterious person. Your not defining your self as a whole person and cheating will end up in a reason that you are not contented with your partner. Stop lying or cheating if you don't know how to hide it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Read the chosen lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; And realize that cheating will not make you a better person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When i gave you everything you wanted, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;gave you everything you need  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;gave you all my love and baby thought you were the one for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I caught you cheating, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My soul is screaming &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i'll never heal again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;but im willing to forgive you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;because im feeling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that im still believing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;cause i ain't breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;without you by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-8468501413861158745?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8468501413861158745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8468501413861158745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8468501413861158745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8468501413861158745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheating-by-joey-moe.html' title='&quot;Cheating&quot; by Joey Moe'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6881349958387976803</id><published>2010-05-20T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T21:05:41.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For every moment of your life. There will come a time that you will feel love. But what is really love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28654"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28654"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28655"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28656"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup style="font-style: italic;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28657"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28658"&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt;Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28659"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28659"&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt;For we know in part and we prophesy in part, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28660"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28660"&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt;but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28661"&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt;When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28662"&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28662"&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;sup style="font-weight: bold;" class="versenum" id="en-NIV-28663"&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt;And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h2  style="text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" id="passage_heading"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- 1 Corinthians 13:4-13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Love is your color" by Leona Lewis &amp;amp; Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lk943Ywad6M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lk943Ywad6M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&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/5879987922581680690-6881349958387976803?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6881349958387976803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6881349958387976803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6881349958387976803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6881349958387976803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-710261973844512135</id><published>2009-10-27T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:31:36.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>Falling in love is like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Do you ever fall in love to a person? Can you explain the feeling of being love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is like adopting a pet. First you need to take care and adapt to its environment and while it lasts you are more sensitive for what have you made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is  hard as a stone but as time goes by it will be more like as soft as a marshmallow would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is like an ice cream. For somehow reasons. You need some food to comfort when your in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is like a fluffy pillow. There are instances that you don't want to let go on the arms of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is like putting a toothpaste under your eyes. It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love is like a war without an armor. You can't fight if you do not rely on your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly falling in love is like a rainbow. A colorful sky with all the emotions that you wanna feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Statue" by Lil Eddie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LW7Z8w1R9RU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/LW7Z8w1R9RU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-710261973844512135?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/710261973844512135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=710261973844512135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/710261973844512135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/710261973844512135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/falling-in-love-is-like.html' title='Falling in love is like'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6787639807259577158</id><published>2009-10-27T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:17:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's quite a few weeks that I didn't wrote on my blog. And I apologize for that. School days is on break and I will try my very best to keep my blog posted. Hope you read for more entries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6787639807259577158?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6787639807259577158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6787639807259577158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6787639807259577158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6787639807259577158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-quite-few-weeks-that-i-didnt-wrote.html' title=''/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6573766679363196887</id><published>2009-10-11T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T03:08:19.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"Crash And Burn" by Elise Estrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AKwRHBRcg5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/AKwRHBRcg5w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This song is about getting another chance. Especially for the part of the girl. For maybe that she has done something wrong and she wants to make it up to her man. Another chance to fix up their relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Read the chosen lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Especially if you are a girl and if you really really want to have something back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I know that you're hurting, I know I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I know that for certain, you know we belong.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me see you, please open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I beg your forgiveness, don't let us fall.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give me one more chance,&lt;br /&gt;Before we crash and burn.&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance,&lt;br /&gt;Before the point of no return.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give everything to make it good again,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything to get out of this tailspin.&lt;br /&gt;Give me one more chance,&lt;br /&gt;Before, before we crash and burn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6573766679363196887?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6573766679363196887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6573766679363196887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6573766679363196887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6573766679363196887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/10/crash-and-burn-by-elise-estrada.html' title='&quot;Crash And Burn&quot; by Elise Estrada'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-7676412647867426048</id><published>2009-09-29T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:34:57.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>Pansin ko lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Maraming tao ang involve pagdating sa pag-ibig. Lalo na ang kabataan ngayon. Nauuso na kasi ang magkaroon ng love life sa murang edad pa lamang. Pero may mga instances na hindi maiiwasan. At may mga bagay ako na napansin sa mga magkakarelasyon tulad ng mga kabataan ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Take note: walang magrere-act ng masama dahil sariling opinyon ko to' at blog ko to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Pansin ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kapag nagbe-break ang isang mag bf/gf, ang madalas na nakikipagbalikan ay yung nag-suggest ng break-up. At bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a. Namimiss niya yung ex niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b. Magulo ang isip niya at nakipag-break siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c. Ayaw pa talaga niyang tapusin yung relasyon nila pero no choice at nakipag-break pa rin siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Pansin ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ang mga girls mahilig o masipag magtext. E bakit ang mga boys hindi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a. Kasi kapag natapat na sila sa PC at nag-start ng mag-DOTA, iba na ang mundo nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b. Yung ibang boys hindi gumagawa ng paraan para ma-text ang mga gf nila. in short. "hindi nila hilig ang makitext"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c. Wala silang pakialam sa mga gf nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Pansin ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kapag nag-aaway ang isang couple ang madalas umiiyak ay ang mga babae, bakit kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a. Kasi mas emosyonal ang mga babae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b. Isang way yun para lumambot ang mga guys pag galit sila sa gf nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c. Hindi lang talaga mapigilan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Pansin ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kapag may gusto ang isang tao, bakit hindi niya masabi ng diretsuhan sa taong gusto niya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a. Sa guys, baka naman natotorpe lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;b. Sa girls, sobrang shy type lang talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;c. Maraming sitwasyon ang ganito. Nadadaan na lang sa mga friends ang pag-sabi na may gusto sila sa 1 tao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-7676412647867426048?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7676412647867426048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=7676412647867426048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7676412647867426048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7676412647867426048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/pansin-ko-lang.html' title='Pansin ko lang'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-1456649286952436625</id><published>2009-09-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:54:49.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Two philosophies of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;There are two philosophies in love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1. Give the best that you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2. Never stay when you are not wanted anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;At least you did what you are asked. You loved a person. And you know in yourself that you stay because you loved a person. But, too bad that person refuse to love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; "I'll try" by Jonatha Brooke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MkChUEd83mo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/MkChUEd83mo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-1456649286952436625?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1456649286952436625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=1456649286952436625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1456649286952436625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1456649286952436625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/two-philosophies-of-love.html' title='Two philosophies of love'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6989358441784758296</id><published>2009-09-20T05:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T06:55:30.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>The one who let go or the one who left out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In every relationship, everyone encounter of having a break up story. Even the two of you is still in love with each other you still end up breaking. But, if you can't resist him/her without in your world. Who are you? The one who suggest the break up or the one who is left behind? And what will you do? Would you come back after you broke up with him/her or would you beg for him/her to stay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why the person who suggest the break up always come back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He/she can't get over with what he/she have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He/she broke up because of thoughts running inside his/her mind. Can't think well and decide to broke up even he/she doesn't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Peer pressure on everything. Family, friends, and environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He/she can't think well. Can't even concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He/she misses him/her a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these reasons are based on experience. And its somehow short. And always remember that relationships are always trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "If you leave" by Mary J. Blige and Musiq Soulchild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN9vFTR4HK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WN9vFTR4HK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for a remix song. I can't find a proper video for this song might as well download it as a song.&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/5879987922581680690-6989358441784758296?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6989358441784758296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6989358441784758296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6989358441784758296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6989358441784758296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-who-let-go-or-one-who-left-out.html' title='The one who let go or the one who left out?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-572282918274635987</id><published>2009-09-08T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:29:30.670-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>Bestfriend nga ba talaga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Dati.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Bestfriend" ang tawag sa "Matalik na kaibigan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Pero,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ang "Bestfriend' ay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A. Mag-syota na tinatago ang relasyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;B. Manliligaw dati na binasted o nanliligaw pa lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;C. Mag-Ex na umaasa pa ring magkakabalikan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;D. Magkaibigang may tinatagong pagnanasa sa isa't-isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ngayon, Masasabi mo ba talagang "Bestfriend" mo sya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Courtesy of Ms. Danielle P. Kuizon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5879987922581680690-572282918274635987?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/572282918274635987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=572282918274635987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/572282918274635987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/572282918274635987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/bestfriend-nga-ba-talaga.html' title='Bestfriend nga ba talaga?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8547890317160375190</id><published>2009-09-08T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T08:18:59.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Is it ok?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is it ok if the girl would spend for her guy? But, when is too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;It's ok to spend for gifts and other things as long as it is appreciated. But, when it is too much? Its is too much if you look like a dumb person. Buying all of he wants but not being appreciated. Guy's like those are not deserved to loved by a lovely girl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Love for the sake of love without expecting anything in return? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*But, can we really expect ourselves to feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Act?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*But feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*Maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe in love is giving a big part of yourself. and in the process you find yourself needing some of it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "No scrub" by TLC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Av7m_Pgt1S8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/Av7m_Pgt1S8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-8547890317160375190?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8547890317160375190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8547890317160375190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8547890317160375190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8547890317160375190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-ok.html' title='Is it ok?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6752699452316351648</id><published>2009-08-28T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:34:06.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Learning to let somebody in</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength after losing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is meant to be shared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you get the point? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Let me in" by ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QP1mrtzltIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&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/QP1mrtzltIA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-6752699452316351648?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6752699452316351648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6752699452316351648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6752699452316351648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6752699452316351648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/learning-to-let-somebody-in.html' title='Learning to let somebody in'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-7593578551163803094</id><published>2009-08-17T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:47:53.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Stay with your man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Letting go is like giving the other part of your heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;A &lt;b&gt;mistress&lt;/b&gt; is a man's long-term female sexual partner and companion who is not married to him, especially used when the man is married to another woman. There is no specific word in English for a "male mistress", a man in the same relationship to a woman as a mistress is to a man, except for the more general term "lover", which does not carry the same implications.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;A brief explanation of what does a mistress means. But in our story right here. A man is the mistress. Is it about to let go or to hold on? Is it about to tell the truth or to continue for telling a lie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;A newly wed is coming for the next 2 months. Gian is so lucky for having fernie at his side. Gian and fernie is a good and well done for each other. Unless, fernie is having an affair for another man whose named is nat. Nat and fernie known for their relationship as a best of friends at work. Nat and fernie kept their secret relationship for about half a year. Right before gian proposed to fernie. For all of the months that have passed between nat and fernie. Nat made up a decision. He will broke up with fernie. And here, how it goes. One night before the weekend, after work. Nat invite fernie to a dinner date celebrating their another month for each other. At the fancy, cozy restaurant, after they have eaten their desserts. Nat told fernie the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nat: Fern, you know that I love you right? and I really do. But, we have to end this up. Gian needs you. And you're getting married soon. He needs you at his life forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fernie: What? Why? I would return our engagement ring this coming weekend and tell the truth about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nat: But, you're 4 months pregnant. Stay with him and build up your own family together. And you will learn to love gian as much as you give your love to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Fernie: But? (tears fall from her eyes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nat: I want you but he really needs you. I'm sorry for not staying and letting you go. I know it would hurt us both but its for good. goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Nat goes out of the place and stop for a while on the bench of the nearby park and cry. As days passed, until the wedding of fernie and gian came. On the day of the wedding, Fernie's tummy is almost big and nat didn't came. On the day that fernie is giving birth on her baby boy. Nat came and give her a gift. Fernie named her baby nathaniel. And so their was. Nat and fernie talked but both happy for their new lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Inspired by the song Real Thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Real Thing" by Ne-Yo     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/umdYpOKVhE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/umdYpOKVhE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-7593578551163803094?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7593578551163803094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=7593578551163803094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7593578551163803094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7593578551163803094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/stay-with-your-man.html' title='Stay with your man'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6257294236453532102</id><published>2009-08-10T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T06:50:44.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"Papercut" by Jordin Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xsqRGWt5lM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6xsqRGWt5lM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;This song is all about moving on. In short its about telling to that person that after a break-up whether its bitter or not, you just feel a mild pain and lwtting him/her know that he/she is not a lost in your life.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Read the chosen lyrics.&lt;/span&gt; Identify your own feelings of how to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm ok, I'm ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;don't keep asking me I might dissenagrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;What you want? I moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Everything is going well at least&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;that's what I tell myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wish I was the tinman so I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;wouldn't have a heart to break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm ok, I'll survive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I only think about you half of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;All these tears are just drops in the ocean baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;You barely even cross my mind, no no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And it doesn't hurt that much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;It was only a papercut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Its only a papercut. papercut yeah&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/5879987922581680690-6257294236453532102?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6257294236453532102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6257294236453532102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6257294236453532102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6257294236453532102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/papercut-by-jordin-sparks.html' title='&quot;Papercut&quot; by Jordin Sparks'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8795191458629358719</id><published>2009-08-02T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T05:22:23.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>My heart can hear you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is maybe the most overwhelmed, dramatic but happy love story. Even I shed a tear for this story. Read it. Its very inspiring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Here is a story of one of my reader's who accept love even trials and judgement goes through them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do you ever see a person who has nothing to see, nothing to hear or nothing to say? Eventually that person might be blind, deaf or mute. But, do you ever wonder to fall in love to a person who has that kind of illness? Me? Yes, I do. I have fallen in love to a person who is deaf and mute. And even she have that special kind of illness. I truly do love her. My name is adan and my wife is trina. We have a son right now and his name is charlz. I am currently an area manager at a company of clothes. Me and my wife has a speech center which teach sign language. For once and for all, here it is. My own love story that gave me full of heart burns but still ended up happy. One day, I saw trina at some fastfood restaurant. I saw a beautiful lady with her nice dress and eating some ice cream chocolate sundae. I sat by her side and introduce myself. She has nothing to say but just stare at my mouth. She pulled out a pen and a small notebook at her bag and she began to write something that say's "I can't hear what you are saying and I can't talk. But, I can read your lips. By the way, my name is trina" So now I understand why she is staring at my lips. So there it was. We exchanged numbers. I texted her always. We start dating even she is quiet all the time. I don't know why I am so attracted to her. Until, one time. I realize that for a better communication. I would also want to know how to speak using my hand. So I enrolled up to a sign language course and trina always goes with me. I introduced her to my family and friends. It was fine and it's hard for them to accept trina as my girlfriend. There was one time, in my apartment that my mom sent me an email about trina that I should left her and find someone else that is normal. I disagree to my mom of what she said. I said trina is normal and I love her and I will never leave her alone. And for the hard part, trina saw that mail on my laptop and told me that my mom was right. I explained and told trina that I don't care about her illness and I accept her whatever she has. Trina left and gave me a cd and a note that say's "Play me". I played that cd and heard a musical piano song. &lt;object width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XSNUeCM78do&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/XSNUeCM78do&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="245"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; Days have passed away. I look for trina, I texted her but she always doesn't reply. Until one rainy day in that fastfood restaurant where we first meet. I saw her there sitting with a chocolate sundae at her table and wearing that nice, cozy dress. I sit by her side and give a note that say's "I played your cd" and suddenly she looked at my eyes, get my left hand and put it on her heart. She sign language with her other hand that say's "My heart can hear you". A tear fall from my eyes and I hug her so tight that I don't want to let her go. After that, I give her a ring and proposed to her. I always bring that ring everytime I looked for trina. We faced each other families and for the better. My mom accepted her. We we're married and put up a house and began to plan for our speech center. I always wanted to have some kids on our house. But trina is afraid that it will be like her, prior to her illness. So, trina and I took some medical advice that there is a chance that our baby will be normal. And so on, trina was pregnant and I am very happy that I will be soon a dad. Furthermore, trina give birth to a our son named charlz. Charlz was normal. He can hear and talk. We we're happy and our speech center is going strong. So, this is my dramatic but full of joy love story. I hope I will read it soon on your blog. Thank you very much."&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adan &lt;/span&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"If you truly love a person, you will accept who he/she was or what he/she has.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thanks to you adan. It was very overwhelming for you to share that kind of experience in your life. Take care of your family and Godbless.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Music of my heart" by N'sync &amp;amp; Gloria Estefan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4Y1NZAs7mU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4Y1NZAs7mU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" 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;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &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/5879987922581680690-8795191458629358719?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8795191458629358719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8795191458629358719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8795191458629358719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8795191458629358719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart-can-hear-you.html' title='My heart can hear you'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8591821698353678336</id><published>2009-08-02T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T04:05:12.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Pencil VS. Ballpen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Weird title isn't it? Read and you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is like a pencil. You start whole, still without knowledge of the hurtful abrasions that only love could bring. When you start to use the pencil, the very lead center of its being slowly dissipates, that which used to be full, sharp, and strong yet begins to grow blunt and blurry. Just like love, which eventually drains away. A pencil that runs out of lead is useless. Just like love, without its core, love loses its meaning." &lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; Lara Chua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Special translation by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ms. Jessica Marie O. Reyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love is like a ballpoint pen. You just flow out of love until you can manage it. When you ran out of ink. You will try it on a paper just to make it write again. Just like love, when it stops. It really stops. But when the ink comes out again. You will use it but with extra care and a reminder that it runs out of ink. Just like love, when that person came back to you. You will love and take good care of him/her everyday while it last but with a warning that he/she can leave you again."&lt;/span&gt;  - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tricia Noble   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt; "Sitting here" by Pure Harmony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNtta8g7DQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vNtta8g7DQ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-8591821698353678336?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8591821698353678336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8591821698353678336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8591821698353678336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8591821698353678336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/08/pencil-vs-ballpen.html' title='Pencil VS. Ballpen'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-1555908551731301527</id><published>2009-07-31T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:53:20.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Me or another person?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is more painful than realizing he/she meant everything to you, and you mean nothing to him/her." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple but has a lot of meanings. If you're committed to a person who doesn't know your worth and just a replace to his/her past. Just let go and try to realize that a wonderful person like you is not meant for a stubborn person like him/her. Know your self and your worth. You are a person that want to receive love and care. If you think that you are just taken for granted. Let go even if it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "His Mistakes" by Usher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICafVy75g1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICafVy75g1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-1555908551731301527?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1555908551731301527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=1555908551731301527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1555908551731301527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1555908551731301527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-or-another-person.html' title='Me or another person?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-4743684731106694610</id><published>2009-07-19T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T06:28:16.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe D' Mango Lovenotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I was shocked that I found this kind of video on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Youtube&lt;/span&gt;. I was a fan of this portion on the fm radio at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wave89.1&lt;/span&gt; I hope you would watch and like it. It was then my inspiration for writing this blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st episode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/v1YlJiZi2KM&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/v1YlJiZi2KM&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st episode advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nE00JyBLIDY&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/nE00JyBLIDY&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd episode &amp;amp; advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4ltt940YH0E&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/4ltt940YH0E&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-4743684731106694610?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4743684731106694610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=4743684731106694610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4743684731106694610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4743684731106694610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/joe-d-mango-lovenotes.html' title='Joe D&apos; Mango Lovenotes'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-4732874493230641599</id><published>2009-07-18T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:03:15.942-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Don't say goodbye, say goodnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Many of us encountered a tragedy like dying. Especially in our own families. It hurts right? But, what if someone you loved died? Would you accept the fact that he/she is gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is a story of two hearts mingled as one. Eventually putting up their lives together, planning for a perfect future, perfect family. Until a deadly disease came upon and yet, still ending up happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Boe and Katelyn met in a coffee shop every break time in their work. They always bump into each other and for the misfortune time. Boe introduce his self to Katelyn. They became friends, exchange numbers, they begun dating for weeks, months and years. Boe decided to propose and it was accepted. Boe and katelyn married. Bought a new house, new furnitures and many more. But, they didn't have any children at all. They just want to enjoy their lives as a happy and married couple. Yet, you cannot live a life full of enjoyment. One day katelyn is having some acute memory loss. Like forgetting something which is always listed in her reminders note and many more. She usually changes her personality. From being a stand-up person in her work to a stubborn one. She often has hallucination. Her sensory perception doesn't work quite well. So boe notice about what katelyn actions these past days and weeks. Boe told katelyn to go the doctor for a check-up. In a hospital katelyn was introduced to a physician who is especialized on brains. Katelyn took some diagnosis, evaluation and tests. The doctor said that because of having that kind of symptoms, she has a disease called &lt;b&gt;"Creutzfeldt–Jakob disease&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;CJD"&lt;/b&gt; and told that it doesn't have any cure. Katelyn was shocked at first and didn't know what to do. At home, boe asked her about her check-up and all she say is she is going back in another week for another tests. Another day has passed and an incident happens. One time, when boe and katelyn was playing tennis. When boe is hitting the ball and katelyn which is usually going to hit back. But, just stand and stare at the ball and the ball hit her head. So boe got worried about what katelyn condition. Boe go to the hospital and search for her wives disease. Katelyn's doctor told him about her wife's condition and it doesn't have any cure. Boe cannot accept the fact that his wife has a dying disease and can only live for 4 months starting on. Boe did his best for katelyn to be happy for her few months. As months past. Boe and katelyn was in their house for boe knew that katelyn's time is coming. They were in bed, starring at each other. Boe told katelyn how much he really love her and he would spent his life with her even at another world. Katelyn hugged boe, tears flow at her eyes and said "Don't say goodbye my love but instead say goodnight" Katelyn closed her eyes and died. And boe injected some drugs on his self and died also for a few seconds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;For this story it tells us that love and death can do us part. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Bye bye" by Ahmir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rg4y5GpJ03w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/Rg4y5GpJ03w&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &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/5879987922581680690-4732874493230641599?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4732874493230641599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=4732874493230641599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4732874493230641599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4732874493230641599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/dont-say-goodbye-say-goodnight.html' title='Don&apos;t say goodbye, say goodnight'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-973853335727440265</id><published>2009-07-06T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T05:46:37.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>No Fight or No Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Do you believe that when you are committed to a person, do you always need to fight? Its normal to argue. But, it's weird if you commit yourself to a person you love so much but you prove to yourself that he/she doesn't love you because of having no fight or argue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him: Does she truly love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him 2: Why do you ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him: Because we've been together for almost 5 months and we didn't fight at all. Even if I do something stupid she just let me. Does she love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him 2: For me, I don't know. Because I totally don't know her. Maybe she loves you or maybe not. I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him: What will I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him 2: Break up with her. From that you will know if she truly love you or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(Breaking up happens)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him 2: What happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him: She agree. She accept my decision for not continuing our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him 2: Sorry to say this. But, she didn't really love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Him: I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you are experiencing this kind of situation. You better think and do the same. For we didn't know that maybe he/she doesn't really love you. He/she is just playing around with you or you are just a reservation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "More" by Silk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QoGn9SOiX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8QoGn9SOiX0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-973853335727440265?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/973853335727440265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=973853335727440265' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/973853335727440265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/973853335727440265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/no-fight-or-no-love.html' title='No Fight or No Love?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5442848163908716193</id><published>2009-07-05T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T03:24:10.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>Long distance is not as simple as it looks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Long distance relationship is not a joke. It takes time, patience, trust, challenge and many lot more. Many incidents can lead to sacrifice and pain. So if you have a relationship with someone who is far away from you. You may relate to this story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here is a story of one of my reader's who sacrifice a relationship for the sake of being away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good day tricia. My name is eddie but ed for short. I'm here in states right now. Can you help me about my enthusiasm right now? Since college I've met celine and we were good friends so on and so forth we've been partner until we graduated. We passed on our board exam. We are office mate in the 1st company that we took on. And eventually as years go by. We had plans in our lives. We will be married and have a good family. But, all of that plans, experiences, and many more have been trashed away in the past. A year back then. I was promote from my job and destined to be assigned here in states. Celine and I at first didn't know what to do. I wanted this promotion for my future and family also. And yet, I set aside my love for celine. Before going here I broke up with celine. I don't know why did I do that. I hurt celine for that one situation. I sacrifice our relationship because I don't want to have a "long distance relationship". I know I was stupid but I didn't know what to do. I was blind in the reality for the promotion. All my hopes, dreams, and plans for me and celine were all gone. I'm sorry for celine for hurting her. Am I stupid tricia for what I've done? Should I go home and say sorry for celine? Will she want me back? Please help me. All concern." &lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ed&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hi ed. For me as a girl. I was frustrated for your decision of leaving celine. Because first of all, you know celine for how many years. Since college right? and you both work for the same office. How can you made up your mind so fast and didn't think very deeply. Celine was your life back then but you still choose that job or promotion for the sake of money I guess. I'm sorry for blaming you. Hopefully, You give chance for your relationship with celine. Even if your far away with her you still sacrifice. That's why there is a name for "long distance relationship" Or if you really love celine. All you have to do was go to states, work for money and put up your own family with celine. I don't really know if celine will want you back. Try to communicate with her again and tell her that you're sorry and how you really love her. Tell her how stupid you are for not thinking and making a quick but unreliable decision. Sorry for the harsh words ed. And thank you for sharing your story. Always keep reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Long Distance" by Brandy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q4qXuarIcFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/q4qXuarIcFA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5442848163908716193?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5442848163908716193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5442848163908716193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5442848163908716193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5442848163908716193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-distance-is-not-as-simple-as-it.html' title='Long distance is not as simple as it looks.'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-7131636514065919269</id><published>2009-06-29T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T06:24:42.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"If I Say" by Alain Cruz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mz4BBpyq8NE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/Mz4BBpyq8NE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" 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;br /&gt;This song is all about saying to the person that you love is the one that is meant for you. You will love him/her forever till' death do you part. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the chosen lyrics.&lt;/span&gt; It will emphasize that saying "I love you" a hundred or thousand times is not enough to prove that you really love a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girl you've been the greatest prize any man can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice everything for your love.&lt;br /&gt;With your presence, I am breathless.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hold you forever.&lt;br /&gt;I fall for you more and more when I look into your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm glad you found your way in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping one day you will be my bride, so I can love you forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I say I love you a thousand times, it would never be enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would sail across a desert mound, just to feel your tender touch.&lt;br /&gt;If I say I love you a thousand times, it would never be enough.&lt;br /&gt;I would sail across a desert mound, just to feel your tender touch. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-7131636514065919269?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7131636514065919269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=7131636514065919269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7131636514065919269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7131636514065919269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-i-say-by-alain-cruz.html' title='&quot;If I Say&quot; by Alain Cruz'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-3958177998258570082</id><published>2009-06-29T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T03:20:35.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Someone asked me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My close friend asked me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"As a blogger, What is the most painful thing that you ever experienced in being in love?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;First I was enormous for asking me that kind of thing. It may made me wonder but, I answered it with all honesty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"For me the most painful thing that happened in my entire life is when I love a person with all my heart and soul and I couldn't patch things up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But where is the pain in there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's when the one that I love decided to end it up and I have no other choice but to give up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My friend was shocked and agree for what I've said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "If I knew" by Glenn Medeiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj7qJNoJ0Lw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rj7qJNoJ0Lw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-3958177998258570082?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3958177998258570082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=3958177998258570082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3958177998258570082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3958177998258570082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/someone-asked-me.html' title='Someone asked me...'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5305174644530963533</id><published>2009-06-18T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T21:32:42.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>How to be a GF/BF material?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For you to be appreciated by your partner. You need to have a good potential to make him/her realize that you are really meant for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Your special someone doesn't need to ask you a question for what you want or what you demand, Because if that person is really special he/she knows every detail of you even without asking."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are some incidents that can rely on how to be a good bf/gf material.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- If neither of you is sick. The best way to show that you care is by giving him/her what he/she wants. If it can't be done. A simple call (not text) can be expressed that you are worry about him/her.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- In case that you are out with your family or friends and you didn't have any load or your cellphone battery went out. Just text him/her where you are, what are you doing, and when can you get home so that he/she will stop worrying about you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- For boys only. Its better to bring her some food after a class or work. Almost all girls appreciate this kind of sweetness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- For girls only. Many guy has a lazy work when school is the topic. To show that you really care. Do some job that your bf didn't notice that they are not doing it. But do not be slave for him. Just a little work is fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Many relationships comes in their way the "lovers quarrel" So, if you encounter a war with him/her and it ends up at saying sorry. Show some efforts that you really mean that you are sorry. Like surprise him/her at simple but possible ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember: This entry is made up for every couple to have a good potential of showing that you really love someone. Don't think that it is a demand for though every person have the right to demand on what he/she wants when it comes in commitment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Make me whole" by Amel Larrieux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yu_Ykh9Xu00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yu_Ykh9Xu00&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5305174644530963533?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5305174644530963533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5305174644530963533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5305174644530963533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5305174644530963533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-be-gfbf-material.html' title='How to be a GF/BF material?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6994571353753481492</id><published>2009-06-10T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:07:56.173-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>Bible words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"So that they are no more two, but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, don't let man tear apart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Kaya nga hindi na sila dalawa, kundi isang laman. Ang pinapagsama nga ng Dios, ay huwag papaghiwalayin ng tao."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 19:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"House and wealth are an inheritance from fathers, But a prudent wife is from the LORD."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bahay at mga kayamanan ay minamana sa mga magulang: nguni't ang mabait na asawa ay galing sa Panginoon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                                                     - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Proverbs 19:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just love the writings in the Bible. It has all the meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6994571353753481492?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6994571353753481492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6994571353753481492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6994571353753481492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6994571353753481492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/bible-words.html' title='Bible words'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6361857096122513490</id><published>2009-06-10T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:45:08.415-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>Ways of Proposing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;The month of June is in the calendar again. This month is very special for the couple's who are getting married. But, before the marriage. There is always a move that every men should do. Their propose to the woman whom they love and want to be their wives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here are the special ways to make a move or something different to propose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONCERT &lt;/span&gt;- Take her to a concert, and if you have the courage to propose to her in front of many people just to make it special and memorable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINE/CAKE&lt;/span&gt; - Many have done this before. You will put the ring inside a cake or in the wine glass. Just make sure she won't choke. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEMORABLE PLACE&lt;/span&gt; - Go to your favorite/memorable place together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LETTER &lt;/span&gt;- Write a letter of how much you love her, your promises to her and after she read that letter, go and ask her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUFF TOY&lt;/span&gt; - Buy a stuff toy that has a recordable device. Record the things you want to say to her and then at the end of that record. You should ask her your question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIDEO &lt;/span&gt;- Make a video of yourself, photos, etc. Watch it together and at the end of the video type something about marriage and how you want to spend your life with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOUQUET OF FLOWERS&lt;/span&gt; - Buy a long stem of rose. Maybe 3 or 2 and instead of ribbon that will tie them together use the ring and gave it to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Every men has a talent for these sort of things. Just make sure that you will love and care for her at all times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "Spend my life with you" by Eric Benet Ft. Tamia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ty1-t5uUciI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&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/ty1-t5uUciI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sorry for this video. I can't find the original music video or lyrical video.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6361857096122513490?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6361857096122513490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6361857096122513490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6361857096122513490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6361857096122513490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/ways-of-proposing.html' title='Ways of Proposing'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8245185754979657081</id><published>2009-06-02T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T22:17:54.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Special Person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do you meet your special person? Does he/she make you smile? Is he/she always there for you? and most specially do you love him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For me a special person is the one who I can rely on at times when I'm in hurt, good or pain. Who can make you smile really deeply and knowing that you are his/her only one. Who will sacrifice everything just to be with you. Who will wait for you after your class just to ride you home. Who will say the things that can make you laugh until your tummy aches. Who will understand you for the fault that you have done. Who will criticize your blog because of misunderstanding. Who will make you cry real tears because he is angry. Who will get jealous in front of anybody. Who will take you home because your drunk. Who will pinch you because of eating too much sweets. Who will go with you at far places just for your birthday. Who will planned everything just to make you happy. Who will come to you when you are crying. Who will hold your hands even if at public places. Who will trust and faithful to you. Who will talked to you at the phone until it's morning. Who will bite your arms just to express his love. Who will call you his only one. And who will say's the word's "I love you and I don't want to lose you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Even If I, can't tell how special a person is. I know deep here inside my heart that he is a special person. I'm sorry for what I've done that cause you so much pain. Please forgive. It's like the korean movie that I've watched its say's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Forgiving is like putting a little room inside your heart, and put all the hatred inside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I dedicate this song to my special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What can i do to make it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cause I'm just lying here awake all Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; All i know is that I'm missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Don't understand the reason why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I wish i had just one last goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I wish things could be the way they use to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When it was just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper: &lt;/span&gt;"Why" by LS3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-r45rLvfYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b-r45rLvfYo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" 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;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/5879987922581680690-8245185754979657081?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8245185754979657081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8245185754979657081' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8245185754979657081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8245185754979657081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-special-person.html' title='My Special Person'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8257676314641743631</id><published>2009-06-02T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:15:31.582-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  id="ln0" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 Painful things about L-O-V-E:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln2" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Bringing back the feeling you've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln3" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;learned to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln5" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Reminiscing the good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln7" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Trying to hide what you really feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln9" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Loving someone who loves another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln12" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Having commitment with someone you know wouldn't last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln15" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Shielding your heart to love somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln17" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Loving a person too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln19" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Right love at a wrong time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln21" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Taking risk to fall in love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div  id="ln24" style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Accepting that it was never really meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Why does its so hard to fall in love?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "If this isn't love" by Jennifer Hudson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zF7zV80EdWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zF7zV80EdWc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" 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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-8257676314641743631?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8257676314641743631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8257676314641743631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8257676314641743631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8257676314641743631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-painful-things-about-l-o-v-e-0-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6735125432382820175</id><published>2009-05-28T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T08:14:26.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"Questions" by Blaque</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBVm79dfVWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/mBVm79dfVWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" 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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song is all about making sure of the things that they must complete. The song entitles as a question because of the things that a woman wants to know and making an assurance for his man. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the chosen lyrics.&lt;/span&gt; And dedicate this to a man who don't know nothing but just taking for granted of the feelings that is shared with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;I wanna know why this feels so right&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know why u hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;each and every night, it keeps me up all night&lt;br /&gt;thinkin about the things i like&lt;br /&gt;can't believe your in my life&lt;br /&gt;i wanna know why ur the one&lt;br /&gt;the things that they should have you've already done&lt;br /&gt;God sent u straight to me&lt;br /&gt;you make me wanna sing lalalalala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but when u look at me, do u see ur wife?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; can u picture us lovin' each other for life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;are u playin' the role, just like the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the questions that i ask myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if, another should come, who's finer than me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and she wanna take ur love away, would u leave?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; baby please answer these question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6735125432382820175?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6735125432382820175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6735125432382820175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6735125432382820175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6735125432382820175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/questions-by-blaque.html' title='&quot;Questions&quot; by Blaque'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-7859436214496761469</id><published>2009-05-25T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:00:31.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>PAG-IBIG SURVEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ang survey na ito ay nagmula sa 100 katao at mabuting inusisa at pinagaralan para sa mga taong nagtataka tungkol sa pag-ibig. Husgahan man o laitin ay hindi ko na kapakanan iyon at ito'y reaksyon lamang ng iba't ibang tao. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-TRICIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Sino ang madalas nagseselos? Boy or Girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: Boy - 78%       Girl - 22%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: Bakit nga ba mas madalas magselos ang mga lalaki? dahil ang mga babae kapag nagseselos man yan hindi nila pinapakita sa partner nila. Ginagamit nila ang mga terms na "girl's talk, cry on pillow, chocolate addiction". Ngunit ang mga lalaki kapag nagseselos. Humanda ka na at magagalit at bubungangaan ka na nyan. Kahit na sabihin mong kaibigan mo lang yun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Totoo ba na ang mga magbebestfriend ay nag-eending sa mag-boboyfriend o girlfriend? Oo o Hindi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: Oo - 63%       Hindi - 37%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: Sa panahon ngayon. Ang style ng mga lalaki para maging commit sila ng nagugustuhan nila ay sa pamamagitan ng pag-bebestfriend. Pero kung hindi sila nag-end up sa ganung sitwasyon nirerespeto nila ang isa't isa at un ang mas mahalaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Kailangan bang dumaan ang isang couple sa PMS? Oo o Hindi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: Oo - 25%        Hindi - 75% &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: "PMS" o Pre-marital sex. ang dumadaan lang dyan ay ang mga taong binasbasan na ng kasal or "married couple". Ang mga taong may partner na ay hindi dapat gumawa ng mga ganyang bagay lalo na kung nag-aaral ka pa. Maraming gumagawa ng PMS sa mga kabataan ngayon at mali yun! Isipin na lang nila ang magiging kinabukasan nila at ng mga magulang nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kung inaya man kayo ng partner nyo lalo na kung lalaki ang nag-aya. Sipain nyo agad ung external genitalia nila para magtino. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Sa panahon ngayon, kailangan pa bang mag-bigayan ng regalo tuwing monthsary? Oo o Hindi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: Oo - 50%       Hindi - 50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: Ang pagbibigay ng regalo ay hindi masama. Hindi rin naman kailangang mahal o bongga ang ibibigay mo. Pero depende na lang sa inyong 2 yun kung gusto nyong magbigayan ng regalo tuwing monthsary o hindi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Sino ang madalas na umiiyak at nagmamakaawa kapag break up ang pinag-uusapan? Guy or Girl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: Guy - 82%    Girl - 18%  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: Bakit mga lalaki? kasi ang mga lalaki nagloloko man yan, babalik at babalik pa rin yan sa nauna. At ang mga lalaki tinitignan nila agad yung future kesa ang present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Ano ang madalas na comfort food after break up? Chocolate or Beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: Chocolate - 77%   Beer - 23%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: Sa mga lalaki, ang tinutungga nila pag break na ay beer. Pero sa mga babae sy chocolate. Ngunit, sa panahon ngayon mas malakas pa atang uminom ang mga babae kesa sa mga lalaki. Kaya nagiging comfort food na rin ng mga babae ang beer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Sang-ayon ba kayo na ang mga lalaki ang madalas na gumagastos kapag may date? Oo o Hindi?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: Oo - 88%     Hindi - 12%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: Sa part ng babae syempre OO naman. Pero sa part ng mga lalaki minsan may OO minsan merong Hindi. Dahil sa pananaw ng mga magulang kapag ang boyfriend ng anak nila ay hindi willing gumastos o kuripot inaayawan nila agad iyon. Ngunit sa hirap ng panahon ngayon mas mabuti nang hati o share na lang kayo o kaya naman minsan babae naman ang gagastos para fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;TANONG: Alin ang mas matimbang? Ang Girlfriend/Boyfriend o Ang Bestfriend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;SURVEY SAY's: GF/BF - 41%      Bestfriend - 59%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;FACT: Dapat pantay lang. Ngunit ang bestfriend mo andyan sya parati para sayo at ang partner mo mahal mo pero once na mag-break kayo, putol na rin pati pagkakaibigan nyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sana nakatulong ito sa inyo. Kung gusto nyo pa ng ganitong SURVEY. Mag-email lang kau sa akin at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cia16mae@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt; salamat! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-7859436214496761469?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7859436214496761469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=7859436214496761469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7859436214496761469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7859436214496761469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/pag-ibig-survey.html' title='PAG-IBIG SURVEY'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-652994054632289242</id><published>2009-05-19T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T07:11:42.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"Next To You" by Jordin Sparks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/How80IHtAUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/How80IHtAUU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;This song is all about falling for a person but truly you really can't confess what feel for that person. This song is dedicated to everyone that secretly falling and didn't know what to do but just wait.&lt;br /&gt;Read the chosen lyrics. And it will point out to your inner bone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;were more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe it's just my imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But I see you stare just a little too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And it makes me start to wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; So baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;call me crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I think you feel it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Maybe I, Maybe I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Just got to get next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&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/5879987922581680690-652994054632289242?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/652994054632289242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=652994054632289242' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/652994054632289242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/652994054632289242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/next-to-you-by-jordin-sparks.html' title='&quot;Next To You&quot; by Jordin Sparks'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5392922852223510682</id><published>2009-05-16T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:52:14.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Secretly falling in-love or deserving to be like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Do you have a secret crush on your school? or a friend that means a lot to you? Many people in this world don't know how to express their true feelings for that special one. They just wait and wait until nothing happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Love is possible after friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;But, friendship is not possible after love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;This is a story about a girl who eventually fall for her friend but just keep her feelings inside her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Katie is now on her junior year in college. She's funny, strong, nice, always there when her friends needed her and she is a good student. Katie has a lot of friends in school or even back at home. But, there is someone special that can make katie weak, Jerry. Jerry is katie's special friend. They are always together like their is something between them. Yet, jerry has a girlfriend and that girl means a lot to him. Everytime katie and jerry are together. Their friends always tease them as if they are couple. And jerry always said that katie is just my special friend and always there beside me. Katie in deep sorrow just accept the fact that she is just a special person in jerry's life. One time maggie, the bestfriend of katie notice something. When jerry is not around katie is always quiet and always want to rush things that they do. But, when jerry is at her side. Katie is back to normal again. Having a sweet laugh and noisy again. So, maggie talked to katie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maggie: Do you feel something special about jerry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Katie: Me? no. we're just friends. and I'm happy to have him as a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maggie: Are you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Katie: Yeah! Im sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;But, maggie already knew that katie is secretly falling for jerry. Meanwhile, many days have passed. Katie confess to maggie that she is falling deeply in love with jerry and didn't know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Katie: Maggs, I love him. Everytime we are together, i feel really really happy. I wish I could stop time just to be with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maggie: But katie, jerry has a girlfriend. and he really really loves her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Katie: I know, that's why I'm telling you this. What should I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Maggie: I know you love him. But you are just hurting yourself. There are two options for that. First, if you have the courage to tell him then go and tell him about what you feel for him. And second, if you really really truly love him. You just might accept the fact that he is not the right person for you. And the most perfect thing to do is to let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Katie think about what maggie advice her. So, after few days. She began to tolerate the situation. She accept that she is just a special friend to jerry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt; "From A Distance" by Nasri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q95zpVkEAQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&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/q95zpVkEAQw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5392922852223510682?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5392922852223510682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5392922852223510682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5392922852223510682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5392922852223510682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/secretly-falling-in-love-or-deserving.html' title='Secretly falling in-love or deserving to be like this'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-3326751293999036758</id><published>2009-05-10T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:41:33.186-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Even 3rd party separates us apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Even if you are committed to a person, it doesn't always mean that the two of you is happily ever after. There are always consequences that you may encounter through your journey together and the one but major factor of having an endlessly happiness is for the both of you to be loyal and faithful to each other. But, if you break that major factor it can lead to a break up and an example of this break up is having a third party either for the two of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here is a story about a happy couple whom eventually turned into a bitter break up because of having a third party on their side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Brent and Aya is a happy couple though at adult years, they've been together for 2 years straight. Brent is the type of guy who will secure and love aya for anything else. And aya is a type of girl that sets her mind in the near future just to be with brent. They both love, trust, faithful and loyal for each other. But like any kind of relationships they have also struggles and pains that have come in their way. And the most weird and unexplainable cause of their break up is because of Aya having another boy named Michael. Michael is the best buddy of brent. They've known each other since grade school. But when brent introduce aya to him. Michael just couldn't stop his feelings for aya. Afterwards, everytime brent and aya quarrel. Michael is always their to comfort aya. And since then, if brent isn't on the side of aya. Michael always runs to her and make her day happy and complete. Yet that is not enough. Aya felt something too for michael. She falls for him quickly. They kept it as a secrety love. Until brent noticed something between the two. Everytime the three of them together. Michael and aya isn't talking too much and mostly feel nervous about each other. And one night after a dinner date at a restaurant, a way back home. Aya confess to brent about her secretly commitment with michael. Brent couldn't understand why does he is being cheated by a girl who is inlove with his bestfriend. Brent is so mad that he slap aya's face. On the next day, michael talked to brent about his issue and brent told him that for all the girls that he introduce to him, why does aya is the one whom he would fall for. Michael and aya talked. They felt sorry and told brent that they couldn't resist their feelings for both of them. Brent for now is lonely with all the heartaches and burdens that he feel. His past girlfriend and bestfriend fall for each other while him is hurt and alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;So for this kind of situation. For every couple. You should give your full faith and loyalty to the one you love. and make him/her the feeling of being a one of a kind person in this earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "With Him" by Babyface &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnjqdynZWGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/OnjqdynZWGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-3326751293999036758?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3326751293999036758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=3326751293999036758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3326751293999036758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3326751293999036758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/even-3rd-party-separates-us-apart.html' title='Even 3rd party separates us apart'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8866966438231889207</id><published>2009-05-07T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:45:37.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"This Is Us" by Keyshia Cole</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNYL97FVh_8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FNYL97FVh_8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" 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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This song is all about being proud to your own relationship with your special someone. You should dedicate this song to your loved one and whenever your always together, always act like he/she is the only person you see. Always loved him/her. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the chosen lyrics&lt;/span&gt;. You will see the true meaning of this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From the start to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We don't need to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we're perfect all the time&lt;br /&gt;'cause we know what we have&lt;br /&gt;Thru the good the bad&lt;br /&gt;It's a strength that you can't deny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't need to find a million reasons why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us, this is us, this is how we love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some ways we're different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But together we're so right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us, this is us&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/5879987922581680690-8866966438231889207?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8866966438231889207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8866966438231889207' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8866966438231889207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8866966438231889207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-us-by-keyshia-cole.html' title='&quot;This Is Us&quot; by Keyshia Cole'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8901030183242157177</id><published>2009-05-05T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:17:25.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Does Forever Really Exist?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I Love You Forever, but you might say their is no such thing as forever. Until you met me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A cheesy line isn't it? But, at some point of view their is a clue that I can't identify. You can love a person forever. "If" he/she is also willing to love you till' the end. Who stays with you, take every risks with you, and be with you forever. For me, as my own opinion. Just read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Forever really exists if the two of you is always together and in love with each other through thick and thin"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song to Pamper: &lt;/span&gt;"All my life" by Kc &amp;amp; Jojo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f-wguyMn6qw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&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/f-wguyMn6qw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-8901030183242157177?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8901030183242157177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8901030183242157177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8901030183242157177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8901030183242157177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/does-forever-really-exist.html' title='Does Forever Really Exist?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-2473619977225265958</id><published>2009-05-05T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:55:38.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>Suffocation of One Perspectively Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Is it true that suffocation can lead to a break up? And whose fault does it required? The one who is tied on the neck or the other side that doesn't know his/her limitation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Here is a story of one of my reader's who suggest a break up because of suffocation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"Hi tricia! It's been a long time that you didn't update your site. But, I hope you will still put my story in your blog. Furthermore, My name is Gwyneth and I would like to seek some good advice that I can cope because of my ever bitter break up with my past boyfriend "David". David and I have been fighting for almost a month because of his attitude that always kept my head hurt. He was controlling me for these and that. Every move that I make, he always noticed it and it irritates me. I've known david for a year and a half. But, these past months, he's like my parents. Strict and always hot headed. I've noticed that everytime we're going on a date or something. He always wants that no part of my shoulder would be seen. I know its weird but what will I do? Instead of having fun outside, we end up arguing. And sometimes, me and my friends were a having a lunch at a near fast food restaurant. He suddenly showed up and pulled me at the door with a unexplainable reason. I dont know what to do at that very moment. What will I explain to my friends of having a very paranoid lover. And for that incidence, I woke up from my nightmare. I talked to him one night and I told him that I am scared to lose him but the way he act is just too much and I can't take it anymore. He cried and told me that he is just so much inlove with me and he is too afraid that I will find someone else that I would leave him. But, I had enough. I don't wanna be with him anymore. Once is enough, twice is a war. At this times, he always call me up and tell me that he still love me, he ask for a second chance and he will change. What will I do? Should I give him a second chance or not? I don't like to be controlled by someone anymore. Thanks for this opportunity. And I hope I will see this soon." -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gwyneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tricia:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A boy was asking his mother how to find the right girl, his mother said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't think about that too much, concentrate about being the right guy first."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;Hello Gwyneth! That story of yours is a challenge for every girl. It's a type of dare whether you choose your heart or your mind. Your heart, because of the feelings you have for david and your mind, for your own rights as a person. The short story up their is dedicated to david, you should read that to him. So he will realize his own mistake of having a strict attitude. For me as a girl, i will not give david a second chance. And like what you have said "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Once is enough, twice is a war.&lt;/span&gt;" But, its your choice. Just think very deeply. Should you follow your heart or your mind? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;You too can share your own love story. Just send it to my e-mail address at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cia16mae@yahoo.com   &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Suffocate"&lt;/span&gt; by J.Holiday   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/am66HFGBovk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&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/am66HFGBovk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-2473619977225265958?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2473619977225265958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=2473619977225265958' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2473619977225265958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2473619977225265958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/suffocation-of-one-perspectively-love.html' title='Suffocation of One Perspectively Love'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-4901295103782631290</id><published>2009-05-02T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T02:46:36.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready to read my blog again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey people! I'm back. We have an internet connection again and I will post a new entry as much as possible. just wait, sit back and read. thanks for visiting always. Ciao' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                     &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  -Tricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-4901295103782631290?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/4901295103782631290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=4901295103782631290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4901295103782631290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/4901295103782631290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/05/ready-to-read-my-blog-again.html' title='Ready to read my blog again?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8585153699195305265</id><published>2009-04-16T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T07:28:34.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"When It Was Me" by Paula DeAnda</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/--FUAm3uzDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&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/--FUAm3uzDI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" 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;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This song is all about bitterness. it is concentrated on a girl's part only. So to all the girls that can't accept their break up's and can't accept that your guy had found someone new. This is the kind of song that is made especially for you. But, just a little advice. Don't cry and force yourself to him anymore. you don't deserve to be with him. There is someone who can make you happy and love you as twice as your past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Read the chosen lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;. And you will realize that its his lost and not yours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Ooh, ooh, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm not jealous, no I'm not&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ooh, ooh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just want everything she's got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Ooh, ooh, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you look at her so amazed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span&gt;I remember way back when you used to look at me that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Tell me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what makes her so much better than me&lt;/span&gt; (so much better than me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span&gt;What makes her just everything that I can never be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; What makes her your every dream and fantasy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Because I can't remember when it was me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; And now &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't feel the sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I remember you would shiver everytime I said your name &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You said nothing felt as good as when you gaze into my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now you don't care I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; How did we let the fire die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;That made you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; That made you laugh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even if it makes you happier than you have ever been&lt;/span&gt;, oh me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; That was your world (me) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Your kind of girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;span&gt;Nothing about me has changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt; That's why I'm here wondering &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-8585153699195305265?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8585153699195305265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8585153699195305265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8585153699195305265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8585153699195305265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-it-was-me-by-paula-deanda.html' title='&quot;When It Was Me&quot; by Paula DeAnda'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8749198083289417838</id><published>2009-04-12T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T20:08:15.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ERROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm really sorry for not updating or writing a new blog entry. Because of having an error at our home. We don't have an internet connection. But, when the time comes. I will right as soon as possible. I'm really sorry. I hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tricia &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-8749198083289417838?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8749198083289417838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8749198083289417838' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8749198083289417838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8749198083289417838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/04/error.html' title='ERROR'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5678898232047757171</id><published>2009-03-11T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:10:48.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Ratio of RISK and PROFIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Definition:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RISK &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sense_break"  &gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; possibility of loss or injury, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sense_break"  &gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the degree of probability of such loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sense_break"  &gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_break"&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROFIT &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sense_break"  &gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a valuable return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sense_break"  &gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;Is this related to love? Yes, definitely. Why? here's how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sense_break"  &gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;Someone told me that in business there is a ratio. It is the ratio of risk and profit. just like in love. when your in a situation that you cannot handle. Think about its ratio. Define its meaning, if the risk is too high to attain a good relationship the profit is nonsense. But, if the risk is low or decreasing and there's many chance to choose from then the profit will be in a better quality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" class="sense_break"  &gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Passion" by Lemonade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5678898232047757171?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5678898232047757171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5678898232047757171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5678898232047757171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5678898232047757171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/ratio-of-risk-and-profit.html' title='Ratio of RISK and PROFIT'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-9146769036590051306</id><published>2009-03-11T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:34:26.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;"I love you and I don't want to lose you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;These are the words that I used to say to my loved one. I really love him with all my heart. I thought we will last and face the trials that would come to us. But, at this very right moment. A consequence has been given to me. It include my religion. Its very hard to choose. My mom spoke to me about that and these things. It made me wonder that she is right. and I have to take the right path. and for this instance moment I hurt him. and I'm really sorry for hurting him, its not my intention to hurt you but its very difficult for me to attained this kind of situation. we can be friends, good friends. I will love you always and I hope you understand, even if I cry. I know its my fault but don't dictate me for what I've done. I'm letting you go. I'm sorry. Its very hard for me to be separate with you but maybe it is destined to be this. I want you to be happy, I want to see you smile always, and I want you to find someone that is better than me. who will not hurt you and make you cry. I wish that we will stay friends and no hard feelings. I'm really sorry. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-9146769036590051306?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9146769036590051306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=9146769036590051306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/9146769036590051306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/9146769036590051306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-you-and-i-dont-want-to-lose-you.html' title='To him'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8914461270373110880</id><published>2009-03-03T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T02:14:57.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm really sorry for the late posts. because I have so many things to do. just wait for my next blog entries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Suffocation of one perspectively love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Even third party separates us apart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "What does it take to be a Lesbian or Gay?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "My own puppy love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- "Secretly falling in-love or deserving to be like this" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/5879987922581680690-8914461270373110880?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8914461270373110880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8914461270373110880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8914461270373110880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8914461270373110880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry.html' title='Next Attraction'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5315610321122503656</id><published>2009-02-23T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:10:44.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>A Girl's Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;1. Watch the sunset &lt;img id="_x0000_i1026" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Trees_/Trees_Palms_in_the_sun_prv.gif" width="80" border="0" height="80" /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Whisper &lt;img id="_x0000_i1027" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/em/042702/042702_2475_1317_prv.gif" width="30" border="0" height="17" /&gt; to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Cook&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;  &lt;img id="_x0000_i1028" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Cooks_/Cooks_and_Chefs_Woman_cooks_2_prv.gif" width="161" border="0" height="142" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Walk&lt;img id="_x0000_i1029" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Weathe/Weather_Boy_in_rain_prv.gif" width="72" border="0" height="168" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Hold &lt;img id="_x0000_i1030" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Garfield/ja_prv.gif" width="250" border="0" height="159" /&gt;hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Buy gifts &lt;img id="_x0000_i1031" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Birds_/Birds_bird_holds_baby_prv.gif" width="149" border="0" height="124" /&gt;for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Roses. &lt;img id="_x0000_i1032" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Flower/Flowers_Red_rose_jumps_prv.gif" width="75" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and wear it every time you're together. &lt;img id="_x0000_i1033" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Bathro/Bathroom_Stuff_Woman_bathes_prv.gif" width="80" border="0" height="80" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. Go for a long walk &lt;img id="_x0000_i1034" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Bathro/Bathroom_Stuff_Frog_bathes_prv.gif" width="90" border="0" height="114" /&gt;down the beach at midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. Write poetry &lt;img id="_x0000_i1035" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Garfield/mail1_prv.gif" width="180" border="0" height="184" /&gt;for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. Hugs are the universal medicine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. Say &lt;img id="_x0000_i1036" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Love__/Love__i_love_you_prv.gif" width="104" border="0" height="26" /&gt;only when you mean it and make sure they know you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. Tell her that she's the only girl you ever want. Don't lie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. Spend every second &lt;img id="_x0000_i1037" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Counte/Counters_strange_counter_prv.gif" width="120" border="0" height="20" /&gt;possible together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. Look into &lt;img id="_x0000_i1038" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Flower/Flowers_Daisies_in_love_prv.gif" width="115" border="0" height="115" /&gt;each other's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18. When in public, only flirt with each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Put love notes in their pockets when they aren't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:lime;"   &gt;20. Buy her a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:aqua;"   &gt;21. Sing &lt;img id="_x0000_i1039" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/music_/music_02_prv.gif" width="150" border="0" height="150" /&gt;to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;22. Always hold her around her hips/sides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;23. Take her to dinner and do the dinner for two deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;24. Spaghetti?&lt;img id="_x0000_i1040" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Main__/Main__Dishes_Italian_pizza_prv.gif" width="147" border="0" height="135" /&gt; (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Hold her hand, stare into&lt;img id="_x0000_i1041" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Owls__/Owls__Two_owls_sit_prv.gif" width="195" border="0" height="185" /&gt; her eyes, kiss her hand and then put it over your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:lime;"   &gt;26. Dance&lt;img id="_x0000_i1042" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Other_/Other_Rodents_Gophers_dance_prv.gif" width="152" border="0" height="95" /&gt; together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:aqua;"   &gt;27. I love the way a girl looks right after she's fallen asleep with her head in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;28. Do cute things like write I love you in a note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;29. Make excuses to call&lt;img id="_x0000_i1043" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/people/people011_prv.gif" width="150" border="0" height="150" /&gt;  them every 5 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;30. Even if you are really busy doing something, go out of your way to call&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;and say I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Call &lt;img id="_x0000_i1044" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/busine/busine8_prv.gif" width="150" border="0" height="150" /&gt;from your vacation spot to tell them you were thinking about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:lime;"   &gt;32. Remember your dreams and tell her about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:aqua;"   &gt;34. Tell each other your most sacred secrets/fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;35. Be Prince Charming &lt;img id="_x0000_i1045" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Barber/Barbers_and_Beauticians_Elephant_haircut_prv.gif" width="94" border="0" height="91" /&gt;to her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;36. Brush her hair&lt;img id="_x0000_i1046" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Hot___/Hot___Beverages_Buzzed_woman_prv.gif" width="320" border="0" height="200" /&gt; out of her face for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;37. Hang out with his/her friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;img id="_x0000_i1047" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Native/Native_Americans_Scouts_prv.gif" width="313" border="0" height="87" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Go to church/pray/worship together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:lime;"   &gt;39. Take her to see a romantic &lt;img id="_x0000_i1048" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Salted/Salted_Snacks_Popcorn_and_glases_prv.gif" width="156" border="0" height="144" /&gt;movie and remember the parts she liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:aqua;"   &gt;40. Learn from each other and don't make the same mistake twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with him/her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;42. Make sacrifices &lt;img id="_x0000_i1049" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Main__/Main__Dishes_Man_with_eggs_prv.gif" width="203" border="0" height="152" /&gt;for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;43. Really love each other, or don't stay together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Let there never be a second during any given day that you aren't thinking about them, and make sure they know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:lime;"   &gt;45. Love yourself &lt;img id="_x0000_i1050" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Water_/Water_Sports_Swimmer_back_prv.gif" width="112" border="0" height="120" /&gt;before you love anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:aqua;"   &gt;46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:blue;"   &gt;47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt; &lt;img id="_x0000_i1051" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Audio_/Audio_Equipment_Boombox_2_prv.gif" width="80" border="0" height="42" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:fuchsia;"   &gt;48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:100%;color:purple;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;49. Stand up for them when someone talks trash.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:red;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;50. Never forget the kiss &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="font-family: verdana;" id="_x0000_i1052" src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Love__/Love__man_and_woman_2_prv.gif" width="92" border="0" height="150" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;goodnight and always remember to say, "Sweet dreams."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;: Maersklyn from Multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;: "Make You Feel My Love" by Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="font-family: verdana;" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNZAs2BNlZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YNZAs2BNlZY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5315610321122503656?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5315610321122503656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5315610321122503656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5315610321122503656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5315610321122503656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/girls-request.html' title='A Girl&apos;s Request'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6394738228346525112</id><published>2009-02-23T06:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T03:08:51.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>A Guy's Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We don't care if you're friends with other guys.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and some random guy walks into the room and you jump up and tackle him, without even introducing us, yeah, it pisses us off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and talk to him for ten minutes without even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We don't care if a guy calls OR TEXTS you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a little concerned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it can't wait&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;till the morning.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/ beautiful/ gorgeous/&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;cute/ stunning, we freaking mean it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door open. Take Advantage of the mood im in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Let us pay for you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don’t "feel bad"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We enjoy doing it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's expected.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for us.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If we're going out with you in the first place, you don't have to feel the need to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wear the shortest skirt you have or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We like you for who you are and not what you are.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;honestly, I think a girl looks more beautiful when she's just in her pj's. or my&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;shirt and boxers, not all dolled up&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the beauty in it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your bible.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Don't talk about how hott Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney is in front of us".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You have friends for that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Whatever happened to the word "handsome"/"beautiful"?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I’d be utterly stunned by a girl who greeted me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;with "Hey handsome!" instead of "Hey baby/ stud/ cutie/ sexy" or whatever else you can think of.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;on the other hand I’m not saying I wouldn't like it ether&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girls, I cannot stress this enough: if you aren't being treated right by a guy, dont wait for him to change. ditch his sorry ASS, he's a disgrace to the male population and find someone who will treat you with utter respect&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone who will honor your morals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone who will make you smile when you're at your lowest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone who will care for you even when you make mistakes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Someone who will love you, no matter how bad you make them feel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone who will stop what they're doing just to look you in the eyes....and say "i love you" ..and actually mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Give the nice guys a chance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys repost this if you agree&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girls repost this if you think it's cute&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Every Guy who isn't a jerk will agree with this, so we hope that all the girls that read this will repost this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Holding Hands&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girls :If you want to hold his hand, gently bump into it a couple of&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;times.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys : Grab it if it happens more than once.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Cuddling&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girls : When you want to cuddle with him, tell him you're cold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys : Automatically move closer to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Movies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girls : During a movie, if he puts his arm around you, tilt your head on his shoulder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys : Lift her chin up and kiss her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Loving each other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys : When she tells you she loves you, look deep into her eyes, give her a peck on the lips, and tell her you love her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;too... And mean it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Laying below the stars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Girls : When you're both laying under the stars, put your head on his chest and close your eyes as you listen to his steady heart beat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Guys : Whisper in her ear and link your hands with hers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="verdana" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;: Mitch from Multiply&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "If I Were A Boy" by Beyonce&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXSBfNxmY6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nXSBfNxmY6s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6394738228346525112?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6394738228346525112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6394738228346525112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6394738228346525112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6394738228346525112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/guys-request.html' title='A Guy&apos;s Request'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-3561013840948935395</id><published>2009-02-17T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:50:06.242-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"Tell Me" by Pitbull feat. Frankie J. &amp; Ken Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rGPUD7xqIpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/rGPUD7xqIpE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song is about questioning, understanding and begging. Asking for a definite reason why his/her partner is leaving him/her behind in such an instance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the chosen lyrics&lt;/span&gt;. You'll understand that letting go or giving up in a relationship needs a important reason to either of one of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"How am I suppose to leave you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; When my heart tells me to keep you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; How can you ask me to let you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; No I just can’t let you go&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Cant you see i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slowly dying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; but im &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gonna keep on trying&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please don’t ask of me to let you go&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Let me start by telling you that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love you with all my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can’t understand the reason &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you telling me to leave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Girl me and you were suppose to be forever and ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But instead of being in love its like we’re used to each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; How come we do this to each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; We used to ride for each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;die for each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cry for each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But now its like all we wanna do is say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bye to each other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I can’t let this happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I refuse to lose you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I love you baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; it’s the truth as usual" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I know it’s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hard to deal with my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I know it’s &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard to deal with all the gossip&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You’re my heart my soul my lov&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and I swear to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I just wanna give you my heart my soul my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know we can work this out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know we can baby let’s try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But the one thing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wont do, is let this love die&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-3561013840948935395?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3561013840948935395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=3561013840948935395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3561013840948935395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3561013840948935395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/tell-me-by-pitbull-feat-frankie-j-ken-y.html' title='&quot;Tell Me&quot; by Pitbull feat. Frankie J. &amp; Ken Y'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6573166527119592813</id><published>2009-02-17T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T04:16:17.838-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>Continously Working or Fatefully Breaking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Can a relationship would last forever? Does really no one will give up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Here is a story of one of my reader's who thought that their love journey would end forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Good evening! I am a one of your reader's. And I thought that I will try to mend my own story to you. I don't bother if you want to post it on your blog or not. By the way, here's my story. I have this girlfriend of mine, her name is lorie. Lorie and I are good friends till' I fall for her, court her and we've became lovers for 3 executive years. I really love her and I knew that she love me too. We always hang out, we always eat at her favorite restaurants, we watch movie at her or mine's house, every time we argue and she end's up crying. I would go to the nearest convenient store to buy her an ice cream (it's her own way of keeping the pressure relief), We always stay late at night talking on the phone, she always make me smile at the point when I'm mad, and I really really love her. I sacrifice everything just for her. It's like I'm perfectly happy just to be with her. But, their this saying that "everything is destined to end" so, their it is. it all begins that we don't talk too much, she always have an excuse when I call her or we're together. There these time that we meet only once a week. Is she trying to avoid me?  And I don't have a definite reason why lorie would did this to me. And everytime we meet up, I would simply ask her why she is trying to avoid me, she doesn't say a word and we ended up arguing. On the day of my birthday, we went out. But lorie is different on that day. Just like the old lorie that I knew. She's happy, sweet, and cheerful again. I thought that this was my best birthday ever, but that day was the worst. At the car while I'm driving, she hug me tight and she said the last sweetest words that I would never hear from her again "I LOVE YOU". Finally, we are at their house. I park nearby. She get out of the car and so did I. She hug me tight again and a soft but painful words came out of her mouth. "I love you but were not destined to be together, its time for you to let me go" lorie said. Sad isn't it? and of course I asked why? she didn't answer me. She just rushly go to their house. And I was shocked. I suddenly sat on the road and think. A few words broke my heart. I just went home, and at the time when I'm in my room. I call her and she answered it. I ask why? she said "I don't know, I'm just letting you go. It's maybe I'm not happy with you anymore. I don't want to be with you anymore. I'm sorry that I hurt you but I quit on being your girlfriend" I don't know what to say. A sudden tear came out of my eyes. As we meet up in class I repeatedly ask her again and again. She simply said "it's over and done, I don't want to talk with you anymore" As days passed by, I give up. I don't want to questioned her anymore. But, after all these years? she just want to broke up with me with a undefinite reason. It hurts so much. Until now I couldn't move on. What will I do? I really love lorie. And I still want our relationship to have a second chance. Help me please. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eddie&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tricia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"When you learn to give up your happiness for someone,&lt;br /&gt;that's the moment you learn what real love is" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;As I read your story, I recently had a flashback of my past lover. Anyway, its very hard to understand why couple's nowadays is breaking up with unspecific reason. But for your situation, you did nothing wrong. Its lorie's choice to end your commitment with her and you don't have the right to make her change her mind. Yet, if she came back to you. It's your decision if you would still accept her or not. In these time, all you have to do is move on and don't push yourself to her anymore. It's very tiring and annoying. Find someone who is better than lorie. Don't be a emotional person anymore. Smile and face the problems that you have encountered. By the way eddie, Maybe my advice would help you and make you think that lorie is not the only girl in your own world. Thank you for sharing your own love story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You too can share your own love story. Just send it to my e-mail address at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cia16mae@yahoo.com   &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;: "I Quit" by Atozzio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rewOKuSLDv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/rewOKuSLDv0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6573166527119592813?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6573166527119592813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6573166527119592813' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6573166527119592813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6573166527119592813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/02/continously-working-or-fatefully.html' title='Continously Working or Fatefully Breaking?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5557593741551294167</id><published>2009-01-26T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T06:31:56.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song to Pamper'/><title type='text'>"I'm missing you" by Bobby Tinsley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gOzYjIwatt4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/gOzYjIwatt4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This song has a special meaning. It's about a lovers who recently broke up but the guy still don't cope with that incident. In a short talk, he doesn't want to end up their relationship that's why he misses his girl. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read the chosen lyrics. &lt;/span&gt;You'll realize that broking up with someone you love really hurts. Especially if someone is not willing to end your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I really wanna come to see you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I really really wish I could,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Maybe in a couple weeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It’s only a couple weeks...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"And I miss, miss, Miss..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I’m missing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; And I don’t know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; How I’m gonna make it through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But I gotta, gotta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; stay strong for us two..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I’m a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; It’s a job that I gotta do.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So I go outside and I fake a smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; But if they only knew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Just how many miles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Were between love so true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I really couldn’t cope the way that we do &lt;/span&gt;(that we do..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I’m really really missing you&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:100%;" &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/5879987922581680690-5557593741551294167?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5557593741551294167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5557593741551294167' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5557593741551294167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5557593741551294167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-missing-you-by-bobby-tinsley.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m missing you&quot; by Bobby Tinsley'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6642334506581649726</id><published>2009-01-26T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:30:35.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>Bestfriend Now, Lovers Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;A bestfriend is someone who has a big attachment on you that's why it is called "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who can rely on in times of trouble and can only see your true personality.&lt;br /&gt;But, what if? your best bud fall in love with you. Should you give your heart too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's nothing wrong about that as long as you trust each other and willing to step up to another level. A level as "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lovers&lt;/span&gt;". It's never wrong to love a person especially if he/she knows you very well. BUT, there are still times that falling to your own bestfriend is not a good idea. Wanna know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the options that can make you realize that falling to your best bud is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMITMENT &lt;/span&gt;- If your bestfriend has a commitment with another person, maybe its better to make friends with that person so you won't be the cause of their break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MISUNDERSTANDING &lt;/span&gt;- you always had that feeling, a feeling of misunderstanding. If he/she is also in love with me and you as a person is getting blind because of what is happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TREAT &lt;/span&gt;- you treat him/her as your lover. you act like there is something between you two even though there is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the options that can make you realize that falling to your best bud is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOWS YOU WELL&lt;/span&gt; - your best bud knows you very well than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST &lt;/span&gt;- he/she trust you as his/her own life depends on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RESIST &lt;/span&gt;- he/she can't resist you even at times where he/she is very busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMFORTABLE &lt;/span&gt;- you and your bestfriend is more comfortable with each other because you know each other very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONESTY &lt;/span&gt;- you always know if whether he/she is lying to you. You always caught him in the act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPINESS &lt;/span&gt;- as a long time bestfriend, isn't it a wonderful feeling to make your status as a bestfriend step up to another level?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Lovers and Friends" by &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Usher feat Lil´Jon, Ludacris, Pitbull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/myHxqt_gS-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/myHxqt_gS-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5879987922581680690-6642334506581649726?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6642334506581649726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6642334506581649726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6642334506581649726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6642334506581649726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/bestfriend-now-lovers-later.html' title='Bestfriend Now, Lovers Later'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-3966250210647974075</id><published>2009-01-26T04:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:44:02.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>"Ang hinanaing ng isang BABAE"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ano nga ba ang hinanaing ng isang BABAE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag ngumiti ka na ng konti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;nag-ayos ng konti &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;pagkakamalan ka nang malandi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Hindi pangseryosohang relasyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Marinig lang nila na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;malakas kang mag-salita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;palengkera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;T.O. kagad sa kanila iyon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahilig silang tumingin sa mga babaeng sexy manamit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kulang nalang makita na kaluluwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero kapag babaeng seryosohin at gustong ligawan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;dapat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;disente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;dapat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mala-anghel ang mukha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;dapat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;mukhang inosente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Tapos kami pa raw ang mahilig mamili?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Parang baliktad yata?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok, ayan nanliligaw na si lalake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Dapat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;pakipot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; ka para suyuin ka, para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;habulin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; ka pa lalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag hindi ka naman nagpakipot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; "easy to get"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; naman ang tingin sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi ka na seseryosohin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Teka! Sino bang may sabing magpaalila kayo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;di naman namin hawak ang buhay niyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Natural lang na magtiis kayo, may gusto kayo sa amin eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag nakuha niyo na iyon wala na lahat ng mga paghihirap niyo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;babaliktad na ang sitwasyon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;kami naman ang mamromroblema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Para lang kayong may gustong bilhin na bagay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Upang mabili ito kailangan munang magsakripisyo, magtipid, magtiis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Pag nabili na at mapagsawaan wala na, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;balewala na&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;. Diyan ka na sa tabi-tabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;"Tawagan nalang kita pag trip ko o kaya'y pag may gusto akong ipagawa sa iyo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ano pa ba? E di sinagot mo na diba. Utang na loob pa natin yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Dahil naghirap daw sila sa panliligaw dapat masuklian natin iyon ng higit pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sa umpisa kailangan malambing ka, maayos at laging magsisilbi sa kanya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayaw daw nilang humawak ng relasyon, pero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kapag ikaw naman ang nagmando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aba! masasakal naman&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sasabihin pa sa iyo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"demanding ka."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;font-size:24;" &gt;HAHA :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Meron ka pang maririnig na:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I think we need space."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;..........at kung anu-ano pang ek-ek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Sino rin may sabing di dapat kami magpakabait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;maging devoted at faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag kami ang sumaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; niyang mga iyan, iba na ang tingin sa amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Malandi na kami, haliparot, pakawala, makikay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;at kung anu-ano pang mga bansag ang itatawag sa amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag kayo gumawa noon, ok lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Lalake kayo eh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;macho&lt;/u&gt; kayo pag ginawa niyo yon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kaya kami, walang magawa. Magpapakaburo at magpapakamadre nalang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag nagloko na kayo ano pa bang magagawa namin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh di iiyak nalang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;. Wala namang ibang magagawa eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tungkol naman sa  tinatawag niyong pagdedemand namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi kami nagdedemand! Karapatan lang namin iyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Karapatan namin na lambingin niyo kami, icheck at ipakita sa amin na mahal niyo kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Ha. Ha. :)) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Hindi rin ibig sabihin na mas sincere kayo sa amin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Seryoso rin naman kami ah. At ang maturity wala yan sa edad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas maaga nga kaming magmature sa inyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang isang 19 year old na lalake eh, isip 15 pa yun. It follows iyan sa lahat ng age group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas mataas pa kung minsan ang pagbawas ng level of maturity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kayo na ang mag-math!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Pati yung pag-iyak namin pinupuntirya niyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kesyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; drama &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;daw. Diba kapag umiyak ka nagbuhos ka ng emosyon diyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ano tingin niyo sa amin mga artista?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Alam niyo iyon? Yun bang kulang nalang ay lumuha ka na ng dugo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;pero hindi ka pa rin papansinin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sasabihan ka pang tigilan na ang pagdradrama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi nila kami maiintindihan kapag nagseselos kami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Bakit naman kami magseselos kung wala kaming nakikita?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas iba kaming magmahal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas masarap..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag natapos na ang lambingan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;eh di siyempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; iwanan blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt; na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Kami pa raw ang nagsawa, kami pa raw ang nagtritrip lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sino ba ang lumalayas kapag may nakita nang bago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sino ba ang mayabang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;sino  ba ang nagmamalaki?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kami ba? Kami ang walang choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasi ang babae pag sinabing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"break na tayo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Lambingin lang iyan ng konti balikan blues na iyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag ang lalake ang umayaw, pucha, bahala ka diyan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kahit mag-tambling ka pa sa harap niya. Wa-epek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Umiyak ka ng bato.Wa-epek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Tsk, tsk, tsk. Tapos sila pa raw ang kawawa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Post-break up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Mahal pa ng babae si lalaki.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sasamantalahin ni lalaki. Magpapagawa ng kung anu-ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Naaalala ka lang kapag may kailangan sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag pumangit ka after the break up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;magpapasalamat sila na iniwan ka nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Kapag  gumanda ka naman, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;ipagkakalat nila sa buong sangkatauhan na naging girlfriend ka niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Sala sa init sala sa lamig talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ano ba namang buhay to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Ang  hirap ding maging babae ano. Kala nila laging sila nalang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;Lagi rin kaming naiiwan sa ere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P***NGI*A SAKLAP DIBA?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;: Maxine from Multiply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-3966250210647974075?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3966250210647974075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=3966250210647974075' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3966250210647974075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3966250210647974075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ang-hinanaing-ng-isang-babae.html' title='&quot;Ang hinanaing ng isang BABAE&quot;'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-472321842953174992</id><published>2009-01-26T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:56:19.655-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>"Ang hinanaing ng isang LALAKI"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ano nga ba ang mga hinanaing ng isang LALAKI?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*grabe. usapang lalake*&lt;br /&gt;*sindi ng yosi*&lt;br /&gt;*hithit*&lt;br /&gt;*buga*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Musta na, pare?&lt;br /&gt;Ako, okay lang.&lt;br /&gt;Eto. Nagmumuni-muni. Nag-iisip.&lt;br /&gt;Minsan talaga may mga bagay na hindi ko maintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bakit ba ganun pare,ilang beses ko na pinag-aralan pero lagi na lang lumalabas na parang kahit ‘sang anggulo mo tingnan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hindi nagiging patas para sa mga lalake ang ilang bagay pagdating sa pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*tingin sa stars*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, &lt;strong&gt;alam kaya ng mga babae ang hirap ng lalake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na gumawa ng first move para magtapat ng pagmamahal?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E yung hirap na dinadaanan sa panliligaw at pagsuyo sa mahal nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang feeling ng masaktan pag nabasted?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Malamang-lamang siguro, hindi ano.&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman yata silang alam sa mga paghihirap naten e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang alam lang ata nila e&lt;br /&gt;mamili, manakit, at magsaya.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingin mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*tingin sa malayo*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lagi naman ganun. Una pa lang, lalake na ang naghihirap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hassle saten ang panliligaw&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pero bago pa yun,&lt;br /&gt;kung ano pang diskarte ang gagawin naten&lt;br /&gt;para masabi naten sa kanila na mahal natin sila.&lt;br /&gt;Alam kaya nila yun? Mahirap magsabi na mahal mo na yung babae, diba?&lt;br /&gt;Tapos liligawan pa naten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patutunayan na mahal nga sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susuyuin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to-the-max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maghahatid sa bahay, tutulungan,&lt;br /&gt;sasabayan, palalamunin, pagtyatyagaan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lahat na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kulang na lang e pagsilbihan mo nang &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;walang sahod. (Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At ano ang kapalit? Well, depende sa trip nila. Oo tol, sa trip lang nila.&lt;br /&gt;Wala silang pake kesehodang mahal natin talaga sila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ang alam nila, pag di nila tayo trip,&lt;br /&gt;isang malaking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HINDE&lt;/strong&gt; ang makukuha&lt;br /&gt;naten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kahit umiyak pa tayo ng dugo o lumuhod sa mga asing buu-buo.&lt;br /&gt;Para lang silang namimili ng damit na di man lang sinusukat bago ayawan.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kahit mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal natin, sorry tayo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nila alam kung mahal mo sila.&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mong maabot ang kanilang mga standards o uuwi ka lang na bad trip, iiling-iling, at minsan, luhaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Wala tayong magagawa, marami silang alibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi pa ‘ko ready eh..”,&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry pero I think we should just be friends..”,&lt;br /&gt;“Ha? Uhhmm.. nagpapatawa ka ba? Hahahaha..”&lt;br /&gt;“Better luck next time na lang muna, okay lang?”,&lt;br /&gt;“Give me a decade. Pag-iisipan ko muna..”,&lt;br /&gt;"Para lang kitang kapatid eh.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yaddah yaddah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Isang malaking pagsasaklob ng langit at lupa ‘yon para saten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At hindi lang ‘yon tol. Sa pre-relationship stage pa lang yon.&lt;br /&gt;Pag sinagot na nila tayo, satin pa rin ang hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo daw ang mga lalake kaya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tayo ang hahawak ng relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;Tayo ang aayos kung may gulo;&lt;br /&gt;tayo ang dapat magpapakabait;&lt;br /&gt;tayo ang magtatyaga;&lt;br /&gt;tayo ang magiging devoted at faithful;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tayo, tayo tayo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sila? Ummm… Teka, isipin ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sila ang magsasabi kung anong oras kayo dapat magmeet;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magtetext ng mga mushy at kabalbalang texts;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magdedemand sayo ng kung anu-ano;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magbabawal;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magsasabi kung kelan ka dapat mag-shave,&lt;br /&gt;kung kelan ka pwedeng tumawag sa bahay nila,&lt;br /&gt;kung kelan sila di dapat bad tripin dahil meron sila,&lt;br /&gt;at kung kelan ka korni.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Ganun ata talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi pa yun tapos pare, dahil dapat tayo ang bahala kung ano ang magiging takbo ng relasyon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pag maganda, edi okay.&lt;br /&gt;Pag may problema, kasalanan naten.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haay buhay. Minsan talaga kung tutuusin sakit sila ng ulo.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya lang mahal naten kaya di na natin iniintindi yun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero alam mo tol, &lt;strong&gt;feeling ko mas sincere pa tayo magmahal sa kanila. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo yun, iba tayo magmahal e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hindi lang parang laru-laro lang. Seryoso.&lt;br /&gt;At kung magmahal man tayo, lubus-lubusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mas mature?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi yung parang pambata lang gaya nila na kesyo magseselos-selos, iiyak-iyak, iina-inarte, dadradrama, at kung anu-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang kababawan. Ka-mushyhan. Kababaihan. Iba tayo pag nagmahal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa malayo ulit*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At ito pa ang pinakamasaklap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*singhot*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ang ending ng relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga panahong ‘to, either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;sawa na sila&lt;/u&gt;, hindi na tayo trip,&lt;br /&gt;may nahanap na silang better saten,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;o kaya they need f*cking space and time muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad trip no? Wala na naman tayong choice. Sila ang masusunod.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At ano pa ang kasamang hassle don?&lt;br /&gt;Syempre wasak na ang imahe naten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tayo ang lalabas na may kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;Na playboy. Na nagpapaiyak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*iiling*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tayo siyempre ang mga antagonist&lt;br /&gt;at sila yung mga bidang inaapi at parang mga pusang iiyak-iyak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ending:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mag-ooffer sila ng “friendship” kuno matapos tayong pagsawaan,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng gifts naten nasa kanila,&lt;br /&gt;sawi tayo sa pag-ibig, &lt;strong&gt;“player”&lt;/strong&gt; na ang image naten,&lt;br /&gt;at higit sa lahat,&lt;br /&gt;mag-iisip kung papaano ipagpapatuloy ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Maiiwan tayong tulala, mag-iisip kung saan nagkamali, mamomroblema sa pag-aadjust sa pagiging single, at di na naman makakatulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haay buhay. Ang hirap maging lalake.&lt;br /&gt;Lagi ka na lang naiiwan sa ere.&lt;br /&gt;Ano? Hindi ka na nagsalita? In-love ka no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ako, kamusta? Eto.&lt;br /&gt;Yoyosi-yosi. Bubuntong-buntong hininga. Titingin-tingin sa bituin. Mumuni-muni. Lalagok ng alak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ang mga babae talaga, oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Grabe na to' ahahahaha! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Source&lt;/span&gt;: Maxine from Multiply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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/5879987922581680690-472321842953174992?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/472321842953174992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=472321842953174992' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/472321842953174992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/472321842953174992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/ang-hinanaing-ng-isang-lalaki.html' title='&quot;Ang hinanaing ng isang LALAKI&quot;'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-2476606832834496366</id><published>2009-01-23T05:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:46:15.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Please...a second chance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is it really hard to give a second chance to the one you loved before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a story about a 2 person who still love each other but can't give forgiveness for what they have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: I loved this girl in my life. Give her anything she wants. Loved her with all my heart. Taking care of her anytime and always. For many months we've been together, we're happy and compatible with each other. Yet, she still finds another guy. we have this "third person" in our life. After knowing this, I easily broke up with her even if I don't want to. It hurts. I don't know what to do after that incident. Isn't she contented of having me? why does she have to find another one? and now she's asking for me to give her a second chance. What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: My boyfriend and I broke up. i know its all my fault. I know I'm wrong. I still look up for a better one. but, I didn't mean it. I am contented of having him as the love of my life. But still, there is something deep within me that I couldn't understand. I still love him and I still want to give my last shot. I am still apologizing to him until now. I want him back. But how? If only he try to listen to me again. I'm stupid, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe I'm wrong too, because every time she says sorry. I don't listen, I was beginning to be a deaf person. Even though I still love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: I'm really sorry for what I've done. Can you still please stay for our relationship?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: What should I do? I still love her. I don't want to lose her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: I really mean for what I have done. I am really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"It hurts to know that the people who hurt you never realize the gravity of what they've done...&lt;br /&gt;And when they apologize,&lt;br /&gt;they don't even know what they're being sorry for"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving a second chance to a person once you loved before is not an easy thing to do. Especially, if he/she really did something wrong. But, if he/she really mean it. Try to understand and listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Don't Wanna Try" by Frankie J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_DD3r3vb0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z_DD3r3vb0s&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-2476606832834496366?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2476606832834496366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=2476606832834496366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2476606832834496366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2476606832834496366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/pleasea-second-chance.html' title='Please...a second chance!'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-2313603800275931783</id><published>2009-01-11T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T04:00:51.716-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagalog Entry'/><title type='text'>Different reasons why having an affair is good or bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is my first entry in my blog that is in TAGALOG language. Hope you all like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bakit ang hirap magkaroon ng isang relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here are the reasons why having an affair is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOAD ng LOAD&lt;/span&gt; - nakakaubos ng baon to ah'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REPORT&lt;/span&gt; - report ng report kung nasaan ka, ano ang ginagawa mo, sino kasama mo, at kung anu-ano pa. (hindi ako PULIS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STUDIES &lt;/span&gt;- nakakasira ng studies ang pakikipag relasyon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;- nakukulangan ka ng oras para sa iba mong gagawin. like mag-aral, family, labas with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAKAKA-SAKAL&lt;/span&gt; - lahat limitado na. like pananamit mo, pagkain mo ng kung anu-ano, talking shit, pag-inom with friends, lahat na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIFTS &lt;/span&gt;- kailangan mo pang mag-ipon just to give gifts for monthsary, birthday, anniversary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIES &lt;/span&gt;- nagsisinungaling ka na sa parents mo para lang sa kaniya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIGHT/ARGUE&lt;/span&gt; - lagi kang may ka-away na tipong lahat ng taong makakasalubong mo ay gusto mo ng awayin din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JEALOUSY &lt;/span&gt;- selos anyone? kahit ang mga friends mo ay pinag-seselosan din nya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STRESS &lt;/span&gt;- nakaka-stress ang pagpupuyat, hindi kumain dahil sa bad mood ka sa away niyo,  your day was awful because of him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;11. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HURT/CRY&lt;/span&gt; - ayoko ng masaktan uli, ayoko ng umiyak tuwing gabi kaya natatakot na kong magmahal uli.=&lt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Here are the reasons why having an affair is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SWEET MOMENTS&lt;/span&gt; - nothing can beat your sweet times together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUG &lt;/span&gt;- nothing can hug you like a teddy bear in his/her arms tightly, and it feels warm. sarap ng feeling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KISS &lt;/span&gt;- kapag bad ang araw mo today, no one! or nobody! can beat up a sweet kiss from the one you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARE &lt;/span&gt;- taking care of you always even in good or bad times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt; - saying "I LOVE YOU" is one of the special and sweet words you can hear from a very special person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;---haiii! first tagalog entry ko to ha' walang kokontra! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FALLING in LOVE is so "damn" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-NO SONG TO PAMPER IN TAGALOG ENTRIES-&lt;/span&gt; "Sorry..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-2313603800275931783?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2313603800275931783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=2313603800275931783' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2313603800275931783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2313603800275931783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/different-reasons-why-having-affair-is.html' title='Different reasons why having an affair is good or bad'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6979567864338854184</id><published>2009-01-08T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:32:35.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>OPTION is not a predictable reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Being an Option is not a definite or infinite reason to be a stubborn person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, why does it hurts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here is a story of one of my reader's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Hello tricia, I am one of your readers and eventually I have this (I don't know if I should call it a "LOVE PROBLEM") problem. But, it totally hurt deep within me. Anyway, I am mark. Here is my story goes. There's this schoolmate of mine now at college, her name was jenny. She's kind, worthy, and jolly. Me and jenny we're friends until I fall in love with her. I started courting her, like any guy would do for the new girl in their life. And so month's passed by until I realize that jenny is still in touch with her past boyfriend "john". It's so sad and depressing. Because jenny once told me that "she is" also has a feelings with me. But why does she is in touch with that person? After all that things that john done to her. Jenny once confess to me that this "john" is just using her to make john's girlfriend jealous. So he broke up with john. Until now, I can't decide if whether I should give up or not. Because I love her so much with all my heart. But, every time that this "john"               text her and need her. Jenny is always their and willing to leave me behind for that person who just used her. Help me. What will I do, Should I stop courting jenny or not? Am I just an option for john? and Why does it is not so easy to forget the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Tricia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi mark! nice love story. even if it totally hurts deep within. right? but I think all you have to do first is to stop yourself courting jenny. Because even if you love and care for her, and enjoying your times together. You are just making a fool of yourself. A feeling of joy and laughter outside but deep within your heart you are just hurting yourself. Stop! and moved on. Find someone else who would not used you as an "option" and find someone who is HONEST with everything that she is doing time after time. Thank you mark for sharing your story. keep reading. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;: "With Him" by Babyface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnjqdynZWGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OnjqdynZWGc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6979567864338854184?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6979567864338854184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6979567864338854184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6979567864338854184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6979567864338854184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2009/01/option-is-not-predictable-reason.html' title='OPTION is not a predictable reason'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6140042416475654910</id><published>2008-12-27T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:33:27.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>Ways of staying hold together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What are the ways of staying hold together each other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMMUNICATION &lt;/span&gt;- is the articulation of sending a message through different media whether it be verbal or nonverbal, so long as a being transmits a thought provoking idea, gesture, action, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST &lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Letting     others know your feelings, emotions and reactions, and having the confidence     in them to respect you and to not take advantage of you. And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;placing     confidence in others so that they will be supportive and reinforcing of you,     even if you let down your "strong'' mask and show your weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PATIENCE &lt;/span&gt;- "serves as a protection against wrongs as clothes do against cold. For if you put on more clothes as the cold increases, it will have no power to hurt you. So in like manner you must grow in patience when you meet with great wrongs, and they will then be powerless to vex your mind." -Leonardo da Vinci &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TIME &lt;/span&gt;- "Time is Gold" Don't waste time, meet with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOYALTY &lt;/span&gt;- is faithfulness or a devotion to a person or cause. Don't do bad things when he/she is not by your side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Together" by Ne-Yo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5bo_RpbnEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b5bo_RpbnEw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6140042416475654910?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6140042416475654910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6140042416475654910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6140042416475654910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6140042416475654910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/ways-of-staying-hold-together.html' title='Ways of staying hold together'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-8325137632801161426</id><published>2008-12-27T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:45:26.715-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simple Quote'/><title type='text'>Crying is a definite feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Crying is a definite feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Unexplainable but full of hatred"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Unacceptable but filled with joy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But do you know what is the real reason why does crying is such a way good feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"it is when you're emotion in your heart is kept on accumulating and you feel like your exploding like a bomb and instead of smiling, you'll just ended up crying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Song to Pamper:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; "Tears" by Marques Houston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NiKUZzw1hjo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/NiKUZzw1hjo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/5879987922581680690-8325137632801161426?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/8325137632801161426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=8325137632801161426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8325137632801161426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/8325137632801161426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/crying-is-definite-feeling.html' title='Crying is a definite feeling'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-3439461412434274221</id><published>2008-12-22T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T09:34:02.479-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>7 months of LOVE &amp; PLAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"This girl is so beautiful. Easy to adore with her long black straight shiny healthy hair, cute brownish eyes, chiseled nose, sparkling and glossy kissable lips, sweet one of a kind smile, with a natural skin tone, and a skin that is deeply soft. Maybe one look at her can melt your heart quickly. So beautiful like an angel here in earth. But there's one thing I can't forget about this young, beautiful girl. She is a player. She played with my heart for 7 months. It hurts so deeply that my heart break into a million pieces. I have loved her with all my heart. I adore &amp;amp; praise her for 7 months. For that 7 months, she used me to make her lover jealous. I was blind, totally blind to see for myself of what she is doing behind my back. She use and play me. But thanks for that instance moment with her. Because I am wiser now for choosing the right girl to love. Just an implicit advice for those who has an affair right now. "trust is the most important thing" when you are on a relationship. Don't be fool by a physical appearance only, it's more important when you truly and deeply know that person."&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A story of one of my readers. He/She sent it to me and gradually told me that I can post it in my blog. A story of love, play, unfaith, and respect. Although it is hard to move on in this kind of incident affair, don't take a revenge on that person. All you have to do is find someone who is way better than that person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You too can share your own love story. Just send it to my e-mail address at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cia16mae@yahoo.com   &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "I Should Have Cheated" by Keyshia Cole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-3439461412434274221?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/3439461412434274221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=3439461412434274221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3439461412434274221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/3439461412434274221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/7-months-of-love-play.html' title='7 months of LOVE &amp; PLAY'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-7432691583453804886</id><published>2008-12-13T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T19:58:52.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;For my next blog entry. Watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"OPTION is not a predictable reason"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"7 months of LOVE &amp;amp; PLAY"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"How does Mr. Ideal and Ms. Moncado change? part 2" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Crying is a definite feeling" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;-"Ways of staying hold together"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-7432691583453804886?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7432691583453804886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=7432691583453804886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7432691583453804886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7432691583453804886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/12/next-attraction.html' title='Next Attraction'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-9028009627922149585</id><published>2008-11-30T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:48:30.285-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Picky or Not Picky?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Being single is not about having no choice. It's a result of making intelligent choices. Because intelligent people decide based on reason, not just in emotion"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questions that surrounds a hideous mind of a picky person: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Afraid to let go?   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Afraid to fall? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Afraid to get hurt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Afraid of losing someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Are you really serious in our relationship?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Do you still love me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;But sometimes a person cannot blame himself. Yet,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Life is too short to be a picky person. Having an affair is not a tolerate decision."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "I wanna be loved" by Eric Benet&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/5879987922581680690-9028009627922149585?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/9028009627922149585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=9028009627922149585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/9028009627922149585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/9028009627922149585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/picky-or-not-picky.html' title='Picky or Not Picky?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6542886758108786109</id><published>2008-11-30T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T02:12:14.477-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>How does Mr. Ideal &amp; Ms. Moncado change?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ms. Moncado was just an adult, a person with good personality and sense of humor. A student with a straight forward inferiority. has many friends and especially a sweet and caring daughter. Yet there is one thing that Ms. Moncado never had in her entire life. Having an affair with somebody. At their subdivision, there was a guy who may we call Mr. Ideal. Mr. Ideal is just Ms. Moncado's age and they study at the same university. But, Mr. Ideal has a lot of inquiry in his life. Like drinking and smoking. Yet there is one thing that Mr. Ideal never had in his entire life. Having an affair with somebody. One day morning, Ms. Moncado went on the waiting area for the school bus on the way to the school. Then Mr. Ideal came with a stick of cigarette on his hands and said "Hi miss! can I sit here?" Ms. Moncado just stare at him. He then sit beside her, inhale his cigar and boom a smoke at her way. Ms. Moncado stand, covering her face with her hanky and said "can't you see I'm here?". "Oh! I am very sorry miss! I thought you were a chair, cause you're not speaking" said Mr. Ideal. The school bus came. Ms. Moncado walks toward the bus irritated and angry while Mr. Ideal still busy inhaling his cigar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Fall for you" by Shanice Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6542886758108786109?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6542886758108786109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6542886758108786109' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6542886758108786109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6542886758108786109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/how-does-mr-ideal-ms-moncado-change.html' title='How does Mr. Ideal &amp; Ms. Moncado change?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-7599142504900117026</id><published>2008-11-07T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T04:37:47.061-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reader&apos;s Stories'/><title type='text'>Sometimes, choosing someone isn't enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi! I'm Rob. I like to share my story with you. I'm in-love with this girl since our childhood years, we used to plan that we should be together in the rest of our lives. As we grow old and have our own ways of living. I courted her with all my heart and even dedicate my life for her. But, she  always refuse to accept my heart. She usually say's "I'm not ready", ready for what? to accept my heart, to fall in-love, to accept the consequences. I finally gave up. My friends told me that I should find someone who can trust and love me. As day pass by, someone told her that I have a new lover. She quickly met up with me and ask me why did I leave her. She even told me that she love me ever since, but she's just afraid to tell the truth. I said to her "When I'm always here for you, to take care and love you. You just reject me like a trash. But, this time that I had a girlfriend, you came back and even told me that you love me. This is not just a game that you will play for a minute then let go after you finished it. I'm with a lovely girl right now. A girl who can exchange my love that I have given to her. I cannot accept you. I'm sorry" She suddenly looked  at me straight in my eyes, then a teardrop appears and she quickly run away from me. I was stunned, hurt, and guilty. Who should I choose? the past who always hurt me but still brings joy and happiness in my life or the future that can accept and love me yet I'm still not happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Run to the arms of the one who loves you" by Xscape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytUKwHeGvoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytUKwHeGvoA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" 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/5879987922581680690-7599142504900117026?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/7599142504900117026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=7599142504900117026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7599142504900117026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/7599142504900117026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-choosing-someone-isnt-enough.html' title='Sometimes, choosing someone isn&apos;t enough'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-1329048005257347655</id><published>2008-11-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:50:02.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>Steps to Move-on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Travel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- go to different places, search other people, bond with your family and                  friends, seeing other faces, and letting go of painful memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drink Alcoholic Beverages&lt;/span&gt; - just for one night, drink until you drop. Then                                                 tomorrow morning when you wake up. go in front                                             of a mirror and say "this is the new me!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk with a Close Friend&lt;/span&gt; -  they help a lot and they can be your hidden                                                   energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make yourself Beautiful&lt;/span&gt; - go to a salon or spa, buy new clothes, go to a gym,                                          etc. and make yourself a new you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trash all your Memories&lt;/span&gt; - put away all the stuff he/she has given to you.                                               burn them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Find a New One&lt;/span&gt; - searching for a new one is not wrong, as long as that                                       person is way better than your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "I Won't Cry" by Profyle&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/5879987922581680690-1329048005257347655?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/1329048005257347655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=1329048005257347655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1329048005257347655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/1329048005257347655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/steps-to-move-on.html' title='Steps to Move-on'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-6567583817340300023</id><published>2008-11-03T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T04:01:53.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Searching for each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: There she is, starring at me like an Angel. Like I'm the only person around her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Looking at him makes my heart beat so loud. Turning my world upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: If I can only stop this moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: If I can only freeze the time, and I would spent it with you forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: But, how can she knew a hideous person like me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: What am I thinking? a common girl like me is no match for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: Should I ask her name? Would I talk her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Please! Please! Please! Greet me this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe a smile would do? But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: There he is, passing by me again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;: Maybe next time will do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-Would there be a chance?, Can two hearts find each other?, &amp;amp; Are they really meant forever? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Song to Pamper&lt;/span&gt;: "Where are You?" by Natalie feat. Justin Roman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-6567583817340300023?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/6567583817340300023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=6567583817340300023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6567583817340300023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/6567583817340300023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/11/searching-for-each-other.html' title='Searching for each other'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-2918702786237259889</id><published>2008-10-22T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:50:02.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>Random acts of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What are the simple ways to express your feelings to your loved ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;1. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KISS&lt;/span&gt; - is the touching of one person's &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; to another place, which is used as an expression of affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, greeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;,&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; farewell, good luck, romantic affection or sexual desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUG &lt;/span&gt;- is a form of physical intimacy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;that generally involves closing or holding thearms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;around another person or group of persons. The hug is one of the most common human signs of love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;and affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;, along with kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;. Sometimes, hugs are a romantic exchange. A hug may also be exchanged as a sign of support and comfort. A hug can be a demonstration of affection and emotional warmth, sometimes arising out of joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;or happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;at meeting someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAND HOLDING&lt;/span&gt; - Two or more people voluntarily hold hands &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;for a reason like handshake, to express friendship or love, to guide, to dance, to arm wrestle, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIMPLE WORDS&lt;/span&gt; -  Saying simple words like "I LOVE YOU, I MISS YOU, YOU'RE MY ANGEL, I WANT TO BE WITH YOU, etc."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Source: wikipedia.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Song to pamper: "The Sweetest Love" by Robin Thicke     &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/5879987922581680690-2918702786237259889?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2918702786237259889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=2918702786237259889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2918702786237259889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2918702786237259889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-acts-of-love.html' title='Random acts of Love'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-5505130545401292556</id><published>2008-10-22T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:48:30.286-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Does a man really love a woman endlessly?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've lived a common life, there are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But, in one respect I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul and for that has always been enough"&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noah&lt;/span&gt;, The Notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This actually prove that a man can really love a woman endlessly. Like in the movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Notebook&lt;/span&gt;" Noah is always there for Allie, even if she has another man and her parents doesn't want Noah for her. Noah waited and still hoping for Allie to come back. At the end of this movie they both died in a bed still hugging and caring for each other. Watching this movie can make your heart melt and can make you cry so deeply. Having this kind of experience could make you realize that love is a very different kind of feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Song to pamper: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Endlessly" by B4-4    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_pVBiLhBIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2_pVBiLhBIg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-5505130545401292556?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/5505130545401292556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=5505130545401292556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5505130545401292556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/5505130545401292556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/10/does-man-really-love-woman-endlessly.html' title='Does a man really love a woman endlessly?'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5879987922581680690.post-2130496179214345756</id><published>2008-10-21T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:50:02.625-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Entry'/><title type='text'>the last person to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you know when the last person you're about to love is by your side? how to know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;here's how:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;it is about when your heart stops beating&lt;/span&gt;. its like when you stumble a person and stare to his/her face, look that person straight to his/her eyes and suddenly your heart stops beating! you feel like you're running so fast and didn't know where to go, you like to escape from that very moment but you felt something special with the person right in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is about when you call him/her names.&lt;/span&gt; (like honey, baby, love, darling, sweetheart, etc.) because for you he/she is the right one even names are not important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is about when you miss him/her all the time, that you spend every minute thinking of him/her.&lt;/span&gt; you call him/her every time even if you are very disturbing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is about when you realize that you're willing to sacrifice all. &lt;/span&gt;sacrificing you're own life, family, career, friends, personality, etc. for that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is about when you see this person smile, all your worries would go away.&lt;/span&gt; its like on a busy day from work, school, etc. that person walks toward you and gave you his/her sweetest smile then you look at him/her thinking that if you could only stop the time and be with that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is about when you feel pain and suddenly he/she heals it.&lt;/span&gt; its like after going from a dentist he/she pick you up then he/she goes to the nearest grocery store and bought you some ice cream. from having a stubborn face turned up to a happy face and you thought of how lucky you are for having someone like him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is about when he ask you to be his last person to love. &lt;/span&gt;being an engage couple can prove to the world that you two are respecting and caring for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it is about when you realize that this person is willing to protect you and love you all the time. &lt;/span&gt;it is like when a sudden accident happen to you, he/she would come and rescue you even if his life is in exchanged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Song to pamper: "The last time" by Eric Benet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5879987922581680690-2130496179214345756?l=pampermelove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/feeds/2130496179214345756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5879987922581680690&amp;postID=2130496179214345756' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2130496179214345756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5879987922581680690/posts/default/2130496179214345756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pampermelove.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-person-to-love.html' title='the last person to love'/><author><name>tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08112158200413275820</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O3PoztgOupw/Su1U3ufdgJI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BzH3zmtCEZ4/S220/Fict-chur_989.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
