<?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-4799458082289521169</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:58:34.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♫♠La_PuRgAtoRio_my_UnDyingScream♫♠</title><subtitle type='html'>[+]we all have different experiences in life, yet here i am standing before you wishing to share you my little lessons in life and values of what i had learned from the people i met, from the events that took place in my life. this blog may not only reveal a portion of who i am but, a part of what i really am.[+]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-7203963334773113432</id><published>2008-07-28T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T09:32:19.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts of a love story of today</title><content type='html'>i thought about the past, the present and the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one thing that crossed my mind, was how diff. love was expressed before, yesterday, today and wonder what it would be for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, love letters and harana where performed. men would often go to the lady they wish to court and ask the parents permission if they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before, men would ask women for tea, for picnics and simple chat under the tree or walk in a park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and men could not touch women, and women where dainty like a flower and as breakable as a glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till as of today, men became more shy and women had become more liberated. sometimes it is the women who would ask men to be in a relationship, and lines of communications, change as time passes by. from letters to e-mails, from e-mails to text messages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; alot has change, which makes love impossible to see wether it is true or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-7203963334773113432?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/7203963334773113432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=7203963334773113432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/7203963334773113432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/7203963334773113432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/07/thoughts-of-love-story-of-today.html' title='thoughts of a love story of today'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-9191681274667380284</id><published>2008-06-10T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:01:21.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♀nightmares♀</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://s151.photobucket.com/albums/s157/PickFairy/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Black-Wing.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="anime black angel" src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s157/PickFairy/Black-Wing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;~insanity vs everything~&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;by: Lady vampriest&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;look at me..as i hold a piece of my heart, it used to look like a brand new beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;but then it suddenly became torn and started to bleed... i felt insane enough to throw &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it all away. i started to cry, then started to laugh, then started to realize and ask myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;was it all worth it? living? breathing? and dying all at the same time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;time passed me by like a bullet fired through a gun. so much has happened within a year of my life time, each chapter unfolding after one has ended a new chapter begins. i barely realized i was changing, i barely realized i was dying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; yet, one story will remain forever untold if i don't decide to share to the world who i am deep down, but i guess it won't be bothered. no one will take effort, no one will read. but, what the heck, i will take my chance. hear my cry, its all i have. my words are my only daggers to protect myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;in this everything that i feel. die hard to the core... as each words began to spin around and tell you a short story of my life... that will never be gone....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-----------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;::nightmare::&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; My older brother, insane and stupid. yet, intelligent by all means if he wishes. he has a problem about himself. ever since i was little he would blame me everything that has happened wrong in his life. from money, school and almost every fucking thing about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my justification?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;is it me who made the decisions? i am or may be one of those reasons yet, it isn't me who made those decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i never talked back. instead i'd let him do what ever he wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;back then, he would choke me and life me up, angry because i told mom that he had visitors at home. threw the old wooden chair at me and everything he could because he was drunk, and would punch my face, my whole body like i was a sand bag, take my money and everything. i never did anything that would displease him before. he was always a jealouse brat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he would always rant that how come i always studied in a private school, how come i get money even if i was just young, how come i get new stuff even if he was treated equally and the same as all the children in the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;well, i guess he never was really contented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;he touched the maid, because he was drunk. ending us in a problematic year during my second year, sudden shift to perpetual calamba. he actually planned it all along just to get close to his girlfriend. he wants to marry her, BUT DOESN'T WANT TO WORK FOR THE LIVING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;DAMN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HE steals the car at the night and comes home with damages on it when my mom rants he blames it on me. wow, thats a great result he has all the fun when he hurts me, but i guess my body has become more and more numb because when he does make a punching bag out of me. its like am playing boxing every year. so it won't hurt so much anymore. its just so sad, because my Dad never Hurt me like that because he doesn't hit a girl no matter how big of a deal i make he'd end up talking to me. but, then my brother i guess has no respect for women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;up to now, he has gotten worse than ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;not to mention a few days ago he just made a dirty finger on my mom, blaming her for all his mistakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;when all she gave is oppurtunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; i had it with this life. if only i could be strong enough, i want to escape. i want to leave, i want to live a life on my own. the only reason that has kept me going thats why i never ran away before. because i wanted to finish my studies. i didn't want to loose. but, this is too much. i don't know how long and how much more can i take. i want to leave, i want to escape, i want to break free. but, am alone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;no one can help me but me. so i guess to share my words would be enough and soon perhaps, this entry would only be a eulogy of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;my death is approaching, could it be that i would soon be dying?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;let me scream to you my heart, i will let you see the darkness of my past, present and future. no one can save me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yet, i pray that one day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i will be able to see a little way of hope....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;~end~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-9191681274667380284?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/9191681274667380284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=9191681274667380284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/9191681274667380284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/9191681274667380284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/06/nightmares.html' title='♀nightmares♀'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-8350429597064232466</id><published>2008-05-26T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:30.221-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENTENCED TO DEATH PENALTY: SHALOM RODRIGUEZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SDqdH2HX15I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BlVGxufZaz8/s1600-h/SHALOM.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204645077491111826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 505px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SDqdH2HX15I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BlVGxufZaz8/s400/SHALOM.JPG" width="481" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;friends/people/enemies/and all living !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lend me your ears and hear this story of an untold story of the greatest karirista and rapist born in malate/batangas/manila/philippines!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the greatest poser and the greatest con-artist i have ever met! if you request of proof for this act of scandalous advertisement... i will gladly give you this!!!!^_^ oppurtunity! how ever i wish to advertise his face around my page for the time being! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HE IS COLD HEARTED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEARTLESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LIAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BITCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ASSHOLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK ASS I EVER MET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANYONE WHO AS SEEN THIS RUNT! PLEASE IGNORE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BEC. YOU MIGHT REGRET THE DAY YOU EVEN STARTED TRUSTING THIS PERSON...^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*BOW*&lt;/strong&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/4799458082289521169-8350429597064232466?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/8350429597064232466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=8350429597064232466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/8350429597064232466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/8350429597064232466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/05/sentenced-to-death-penalty-shalom.html' title='SENTENCED TO DEATH PENALTY: SHALOM RODRIGUEZ'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SDqdH2HX15I/AAAAAAAAAB8/BlVGxufZaz8/s72-c/SHALOM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-8409504824797315158</id><published>2008-05-15T19:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:46:51.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesers: sneak peak behind the characters of untitled story</title><content type='html'>DAWNSHADOWS: THE FINAL PIECE&lt;br /&gt;introduction:&lt;br /&gt;Get ready, and fasten your seatbelts on because this story will start theminute you read this plot summary! Heads up and arm yourselves with all the Ammo of tears, food and everything you need, because I definitely guarantee you a one hundred percent drill dry that would sooth your taste for a new kind of anime story. Hold on and get ready to read this in five…four…three…two…one…&lt;br /&gt;Time spins in a simple span of a second, everything becomes clear when a punishment becomes an invisible strike of luck and the beginning of a new tomorrow. Julia the first main character find herself in a punishment, of the least offence that she could ever imagine in school, having been late for almost ten times in a week even in her own class hours like lunch and recess, her moderator Mr. Lorie decides to give her the extra hours after class as a form of her community service, in the school library. At first she found it hard and promised herself that when she’s done she will never ever get herself late ever again, but fate seemingly gave her reasons to commit mistakes because the very moment she slipped from the top shelf, her body falls and unexpectedly her soul meets a troubled heart. The new transfer student from saint Mary’s academy. Together they become the good friends, and as they face challenges like normal teen-agers, they alone form a new circle of friendship, and together they learn new lessons about life, family, love and what true friendship is like in a world full of uncertainty.&lt;br /&gt;DAWNSHADOWS/character profiles&lt;br /&gt;by: Giselle Maris A. bacallaeach character in this story has their own unique story. destiny is the only reason why they meet and cross each other's path's. i know am no good at writing or creating such stories. but, inspired by so many people around me. by those who are dear to me and close to my heart. i've decided to make something different and finish something i've always wanted. as i make this paragraphs and phrases, may not all be in perfect alignment or in correct grammar. i wish for your comments, suggestions and other stuff like that. to further improved this work, i wish to finish and publish as a gift to a friend. here's are the 5 main characters of this story and the setting, its a mixture of realitym magic, anime and everything i could conjure into something uniquely new, i do hope you come to like this too!. the title isn't the permanent one. so as of now, let it be the one to give it a definition. don't worry people it will change.^_^ when i soon come to have a time on editing this.&lt;br /&gt;YEAR:2010&lt;br /&gt;setting: DE LA SALLE LIPA&lt;br /&gt;name:Mark rosales&lt;br /&gt;age:17&lt;br /&gt;year:level 10 course:(soon to be a masscom student)&lt;br /&gt;section:LS402 (description)&lt;br /&gt;height:5''8&lt;br /&gt;eye's:purple&lt;br /&gt;skin:pale white&lt;br /&gt;hair:dark blue&lt;br /&gt;background: He grew up all alone in a mansion with his nanny martha in Villa lourdes, when his parents went on a trip to america to visit his ill grandfather when he was only 7 years old. everything was fine, he was happy to hear his mothers voice over the phoneline on a bright sunday morning, that they would be going home the day after.a tragic incident, when the plane that carried his family crashed at the landing port, with mark as a little boy to have witnessed his familie's death. since then, he had stopped smiling and became detached to everyone. the only person who was always there for him was his bestfriend and childhood friend Amie Marquez, she had always stood right beside him and she would never leave him bec. deep down she was already inlove with mark. but, enough about her. as the story advances mark graduates from his elementary school at canossa lipa and moves as a high school student in De Lasalle lipa. mark is a smart and strong kind of guy. romantically sweet, he enjoy's playing with his guitar and singing as much as sketching places and people dear to him. his gifted abilities is often used to help street children. this guy is the kind of guy who is super sweet and kind. gentle to the things around him. yet, beware! bec. this guy isn't all the time that kind. he has a hidden power of strenght to protect those who are dear to him. yes, he may look weak but , he is strong and good in combat. he finds the new campus dull and boring. he never enjoyed being inside the campus much. till one day he decides to look for a book at the school Library.not even expecting that this would be the turning point of his life. because of one damned book he finds a friend and the person that would alter his life forever.&lt;br /&gt;name:julia ann velasquez&lt;br /&gt;age:16&lt;br /&gt;year:level 10&lt;br /&gt;section:LS302 course:(soon to be masscom)&lt;br /&gt;(description)&lt;br /&gt;height:5''2&lt;br /&gt;statics:29 1/2-25 1/2-26 1/2&lt;br /&gt;eye's:emerald greem&lt;br /&gt;skin:pale white&lt;br /&gt;hair:amber&lt;br /&gt;background: She grew up in a family that she never considered as a part of her. they would always yell at her and make sure she would realize how low and stupid she had always been. often called useless, people around her at home would throw chairs at her or even knives, pull her hair and spit at her face. they had always been like this ever since she was in grade 5, and since then her neglection to her family has always been the same. she doesn't get too much involve with the things they like or hang out with the rest. always inside her room her obssesion to japanese anime was her only strenght and inspiration to fight. since she had no one close to tell what she feels, because deep down she never trusted anyone in her life. yet, even if everything was like this inside her family. this never stopped her from being soft, warm, happy and caring. she loves her friends dearly and enjoys her day with them. the school is her home and her friends are her family. she loves them more than her own blood. this is julia's heart when she reached highschool. but, things doesn't seem what they are always like every other ordinary human, her past has a darkness no one would ever thought existed. her family isn't just the reason. because even if she is this kind of a person, there was a time in her elementary level that she had almost lost hope and a dark and deviant side of her was created to an existance she never thought would happen.her past, as what it is told in the story isn't just about her family. during those time's that she had felt neglection. she was not able to bring herself to what she could do. so she became a part of a fraternity at a young age. she was the princess and leader of the BLACK DEMON'S of canossa lipa. a group that brings trouble to there school. they would act superior and would not care for who gets hurt in there way. thats right, julia used to be BAD because of what has happened to her inside her own home. taken refuge in arms of her guy friends. she enjoyed being a part of darkness. yet, everything changes when she meets the guy she would love true for all time.telling her to move out of the school and start a new life all over again.&lt;br /&gt;name:Amie marquez&lt;br /&gt;age:16&lt;br /&gt;year:Level 10&lt;br /&gt;section: LS301&lt;br /&gt;course:(soon to be a nursing student)&lt;br /&gt;(description)&lt;br /&gt;statics:28-25-26&lt;br /&gt;eye's:lavander&lt;br /&gt;skin:black&lt;br /&gt;hair:long straight black hair&lt;br /&gt;background: there isn't much about Amie, because she's almost close to perfection. her family fits in average, they love, they fight yet they stick together like elmers glue.she's smart and beautiful as if perfected by life. but, everytime guys try to court her. she would always turn them down. she's not much lively nor too quite. she's always in the middle. her life is always in perftect balance. well, that is what everyone so thinks. deep down Amie suffers so Much. not because of her family or the people around her but, to one person. to one her heart has dedication for. yes, thats right her bestfriend mark. she's been inlove with him ever since he rescued her from a group of kids who thought of her as lil and weak. her health was not much in shape when she was just 9years old. becuase she had poor heart. but, now she lives a normal life. she formally studies at canossa lipa with mark and julia. unfortunately julia never knew them when she was there at canossa. so meeting up with julia is somewhat with hatred for her.but, in the end she becomes one of julia's good friends.name:pauline may alva(permanent character name:Lorein may alva) age:16 year:level 10 section:LS401 course:(soon to be ABcom student) (description) statics:26-24-25 eye's:yellow skin:light brown hair:shoulder lenghted hair background:she is also graduated as an elementary student at canosa lipa. yet, she wasn't much known for, she was often silent. her family has never been there. so her feelings grew cold. she enjoys being alone and writing stories. yet, when she advance for highschool her life turns upside down and what seemed to be dull and boring. suddenly changes into a twist of faith when she meets her new friends and falls for paul vincent rodriguez. he is a member of the BLACK DEMON'S, a fallen angel of darkness he so calls himself.and in a trial for life, lorein finds herself fighting for paul's love against her new found friend and rival. her rival to be, as we would soon to know the leader and princess herself, julia. the story gives a twist when she finally decides to tell paul her true feelings. how they met was as simple as 1-2 and 3. after the graduation, lorein was about to return her toga when she finds paul trap inside the janitor's closet by accident.she helps him out and he give's him a candy for a thanks and walks away with a teasing wink and smile. the only words leaving her ears was just see yah around winter.after that, she never lost thought about him.name: Vahn vincent Cabrera age:17 level:level 10 section:LS 301 course:(haven't decided yet) (description) height:5''9 eye's:deep blue hair:black skin:pale white bckground: he never knew his family. he grew up with his aunt, smart and talented when playing his drums. he works as a part time waiter at a pub. he never stays in one place for a very long time. his favorite spot is at the oval. his an old student of de la salle lipa. he was able to meet up with julia when they played for basketball against canossa lipa's youth basket ball team.his a good guy, but for someone who enjoys being alone. he can be to snobby and arrogant. but, deep down his the coolest guy you would ever meet. his personality is a mystery and about his family is soon to be revealed as the story deepens.&lt;br /&gt;name: Joshua mariz R. parlijo&lt;br /&gt;age:16&lt;br /&gt;level: 2ND year college&lt;br /&gt;section: u2a&lt;br /&gt;course: computer science&lt;br /&gt;(description)&lt;br /&gt;height:5''9&lt;br /&gt;eye's: deep blue&lt;br /&gt;hair: black&lt;br /&gt;skin: moreno&lt;br /&gt;background:Joshua Mariz, is a 16 year old boy who lives a normal life with his family and younger brother. He experiences the normal circumstances of life’s ups and downs, that he wishes to find someone who would be there always to comfort him. He enjoys surfing the net and meeting new friends, little does he know that surfing and playing online games can also lead him into new found friends and relationships.name: Rhiana marie F. cielo age: 18 years old level: 2ND year college section: AU1 course: business management (description) height:5''4 eye's: yellow hair: black skin: tan background:she lives a normal life, but does not have a steady relationship with her parents and she seems to never find the right things to do at the right time. Rhiana is your typical teen-age girl that is trying hard to survive reality. She finds her life dull, and unexciting. Often times she feels that its better to be bad and lonely rather than make good friends and have a good life, but as time passes by, she crosses her path with a new set of friends that soon brings her a whole new out look in life and a pack full of adventure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-8409504824797315158?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/8409504824797315158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=8409504824797315158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/8409504824797315158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/8409504824797315158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/05/cheesers-sneak-peak-behind-characters.html' title='cheesers: sneak peak behind the characters of untitled story'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-1851701871088062779</id><published>2008-05-15T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:44:56.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled story: the ending</title><content type='html'>He thought about this, and fell into a deep slumber, while his heart knew what he wanted, he dreamed of what he wanted to happen. He wants to be close to her, to his soul mate, to the one his heartbeats for.THE NEXT DAYVincent came in early, and as the usual time. Amie, came to school early like she always do. But, not today, Vincent has taken her place.“hi, your early today. Nice morning don’t you think?” he said this trying to make the mood easy. But, she had just replied coldly at him.“its not knew for me to come to school early you know, and yeah. I guess today is a fine morning I hope.” Her voice seemed cold, and her eyes would not stare at his face. It seemed as if she was trying to avoid him. Desperate for her attention, Vincent tried to make her laugh, trying to reach the chalk board eraser that was stuck on top of the black board. He was close enough when, it fell on top of him, at first he felt stupid and embarrassed when all of a sudden he heard her laugh. It sounded like music to his ear that made him smile. “you know, your clumsy. But, funny…”she said while trying hard to stop laughing. Vincent smiled as he tried his best cleaning himself up. “so does this mean were friends now?” he asked eagerly. Amie replied, with a smile on her face. “yeah, we can be friends now. Haahhahah…I still think that was funny…”she said still trying hard not to laugh more. but, then fate seemed to be at their side, they had an hour to spend just for the two of them while they wait for the rest of the class to arrive. It was something Vincent could say, a memorable day.Sister and brotherly loveAn ordinary day, seemingly peaceful and happy everyone enjoys a day off on a Saturday afternoon. After a whole week of hard work, lorein took the opportunity to go back to school and get her novel titled scarlet letter that she wanted to finish before she was to return the book to the library. On her way home, it was around seven in the evening. Thinking it was best to take a short cut in the alley, to her dorm she went though it without even aware of the danger that was about to happen to her. a drunken man was smoking while he sat down on a stump. He caught a glimpse of lorein and act as if she wasn’t there and waited her to walk right in front of him. the minute she did, the man stood up quickly and held her by the waist and covered her lips. Lorein manage to scream a little of her voice before she was drag into the dark. She started to sob while the drunken man started kissing her, as she struggled hard to stop him from harassing her and taking away her virginity. He was stripping her clothes fast when all of a sudden she heard a loud bang from behind the man. Her vision was in blur, she could only see nothing but light and fainted. She was safe now. The minute she woke up, she had found herself lying down on her bed, and back to her dorm. She was wearing now her pajamas. The landlady came in and gave her a warm glass of milk and bread, as she turned around to the door and called out the young man who had saved her. “Don’t worry lorein, your safe now. Here’s the young man who saved you…be good and thank him. I was shock when he carried you all the way here, you were half naked but, and you don’t need to worry. I was the one who changed your clothes. I leave you two then…” she said to lorein in an assuring voice. The young man who had just entered the room, made lorein cry, it was Christopher. It was his silhouette that she saw before she lost her consciousness. He bend down and hugged her gently, he smiled and at her. “don’t worry…your fine now…sssshhhh….so please…don’t cry now…”he said assuring her. lorein stopped crying and felt how happy she was and lucky that she met someone who was as kind as Christopher. After that night, lorein and Christopher became much more close than before, like two pea’s in a pod, a brother and sisterly love was born that night.The princess, the protector and the loverJulia and the others heard what happen, and everyone tried their best to cheer lorein up, and make her smile. The week passed by so fast that it was already Friday afternoon. But, then again, it must have went too fast that the calendar had just placed valentines day next on the list. Julia thought it was best to go back to class and think of a great gift to give her friends on valentines day. On her way across the outside court, she was un aware of the fast ball that was about to hit her when all of a sudden vahn had hugged her away in time. Mark, saw it too, but was to late that by the time he arrived at the spot the ball had hit him straight at the face.Temper arise when young love begins to blossom, when things don’t go the way you want it to be…-Vanh stood up and carried Julia back to the bench, and asked her if she was alright. Blushing like the ripest tomatoes in the field. She nod her head and smiled shaking while trying her best to tell him just one word. But, no words would come out of her that made vahn agree that she was ok. Since it was enough to see her nod for a yes. Steam blew out of mark, his temper and heartbeat was rising so high, he was jealous, he was out run. But, then he just realized that Julia does not belong to her. He feels the competition from vahn, that when Julia tried to ask if he was ok, he did not even hear what she had just said. Vahn, on the other hand was amused since, he found mark childish about his feelings. That he never thought about the possibilities why he was protection Julia.This would happen often when ever Julia gets into silly little dangers like falling from the stairway or nearly slipping down because of her clumsiness. Lorein, Amie, vince and Christopher would find this amusing enough to watch than going into comedy bars, that it cannot be helped when they burst out laughing in front of mark all of a sudden the next day or when ever his around. often times, vince would always get a punch from mark, for laughing to much while staring at him. because it made him feel that Vincent was really laughing because of him. Julia, would sometimes get in the mood of laughing because of vincent’s ridiculous laughter.The beginning and the endingIts so much for everyone after a tiresome February, finally march came and the last month of the school year , has just started its count down to a closing.One peaceful Friday afternoon, after class at Mcdonalds Julia and the rest of the gang met up in a one day gathering to celebrate reaching the years end in one piece and for new allies, friends and relationships. The food wasn’t much of a feast, there wear 6 coke/6 ice tea, 12 hamburgers,3 large French fries all poured in the middle and some ketchup for everyone to dip, plus 12 sundae fudge ice scream. They all gave a toast for the new found friendship, and surprisingly another guess came in reserve area. Julia beamed like she had just seen a star walk right through the door. It was none other than vahn himself. Everyone fell silent for a while. Although it was not in vahn’s nature to crack up a nice joke, It was more of a surprise to see him smile, and kid around.“geeze, come on guys! Doesn’t happen every time… so am I still invited?” he asked politely. While mark had tried to stand up and shout, but, lorein grabbed hold of his hand and smiled as she whispered in his ear. “this is important for Julia…that everyone of us are here…here with her…because…we…we are her dearest friends…so please…don’t be the one to make her cry and sad..” it struck his heart and stayed there for little while. Mark, was sure he wanted to bad ass vahn, but, those words that lorein had just said, he knew he didn’t want to be Julia’s cause of sadness.Everything went according to plan, while everybody enjoys life as if it had just begun something new. The other sides of the story are drawing to a close.While the other sideIn a far away place like cavite, two people find their own way of handling the sadness, and their struggle to escape through reality. Joshua mariz R. parlijo a.k.a chaos were busy taking care of his band, for the upcoming battle. So they took all the time they have during their spare hours to practice, and trying to complete his requirements at school. When a friend of his told his first love how much he loved her. he tried to get away but, instead he end up getting hurt, because that girl had someone else she liked most. The practice was over, it was like he had to find some quality time and space, chaos entered a computer shop, found a few of his friends and dueled against them on a computer online battle game. Everything was just fine, when he got bored and decided to check on his friendster, he found a certain name and decided he wanted to make friends. But, little did that made him feel, it was the start of something new in his life.While, this happens…at the other end of the townRunning can make you feel safeBut it can never find the way of real peaceYour heartbeats fastyour afraid and tried hard to escapeBut life is cruelYou can runBut you can never hideFace it and don’t ever look back after the challenge has been doneRhiana marie F. cielo hid inside her room, while her parents continued fighting over her dad’s unbearable womanizing. But, no matter what they did, it did not do anything good for the family. Everything was in deep darkness, rhiana could only hope for a light and prayer, as she fell asleep while her tears kept on falling.Life goes on and on even with or without us, as this story further deepens we find reality confusing when its at its best and worst time. So we resort to all kinds of form of escaping the pain. But, we should always remember, that life itself is just a temporary place, were we live life, make friends, serve a purpose and find its meaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-1851701871088062779?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/1851701871088062779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=1851701871088062779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1851701871088062779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1851701871088062779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/05/untitled-story-ending.html' title='untitled story: the ending'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-1582811214462328233</id><published>2008-05-15T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T19:44:34.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled story: next part</title><content type='html'>INTRUSION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sometimes life can be so hard for us to bear, and yet, sweet to remember at times when we are down and lonely, that sometimes we forget to let go of the past and be happy with the future and present that we have”&lt;br /&gt;last day of the week, Friday had finally came into the week list,&lt;br /&gt;students all waited for the final bell to ring. Long hours spent inside the class was worth the reward of having fun on a Friday afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;for those who wish to have fun at the mall.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, for those who were left behind, rain started to fall heavily upon the cloudy sky, as cold breeze swept under their skins.&lt;br /&gt;The lovely weather that they had thought to be sunny had turned into a gloomy Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;While majority of the faces around the city turned into frowns, one person remained smiling, for it was the perfect timing for the entry. Julia had walked silently on the hallways as she moved towards the side gate, since she had no longer required to be in the service because her house was just a few blocks away. Slowly as she phases, she decides to turn her back and go for another stroll towards the sentrum to buy shake or ice tea, and to wait for the rain to calm a little before she had decided to run off to. Few minutes more had passed and she remembered her earlier conversation with her new friend. Her name was lorein mae alva, and meeting her that morning made her happy just remembering that moment where she had made a knew relationship. When all of a sudden a group of black motor cycles circle’s around the sentrum parking lot. having to recognize the black scorpion marking, Julia rushed towards the center and surrounded by the motors around her, the first bike near the centen basket ball court had another person behind his back who had just un boarded the motor and drew closer to Julia, with a faint kiss he gave her a grin and held her hand tightly till she had to scream her pain out.“awww…Julia,…you turned soft, what’s wrong with you…can’t you see you have to come back to us now…”he had now revealed who he really was, and to Julia herself, her face turned pail as she had realized the person behind the illegal intrusion. It was her friend, and old comrade vincet. Shock had over ruled her body and was about to pass out when, at the most un expected time, makr had showed up along with lorein by her side. They where about to go home when all of a sudden julia’s voice echoed and reached them. Quickly as they can, they ran towards the gate, and to the parking lot, where at the center they had found Julia held by a guy who had been wearing a canossa uniform, accompanied with four other students in a bike wearing civilian clothing and old Lasalle identification cards.The distress in the air, with the rain pouring hard on the ground, mark and lorein hurriedly came to their friend julia’s aid. And yet, the expectation of seeing a half relieved Julia did not appear. She had even cried harder and turned into a pleading gesture as she tried to break free from Vincent’s grip, and enduring the pain that she had to feel as the knife sank a few more inches deeper to her neck, as blood dripped from her neckline to her uniform.“please, mark! Get out of here. Stay out of this. I beg of you, take lorein with you. Please! You don’t have anything to do with this…” . Julia said these words as her heart shattered in distress and tears flowed down her cheeks.Shocked yet, mark knew he cannot follow her wish. The girl that whom he had his heart on, was in danger, and it is not his way of leaving friends and dear ones especially those who are close to his heart to just leave and run away. Lorein on the other hand was now crying, her fear of what would happen had brought her to tears as she begged the group of young men to stop and let go of her friend.When it seems to be no hope at all…life gives a sudden gesture of help, as a simple sound of droplets dripping from a distance, and voices that are faint enough to hear…resounds a strong sound of distress and alarm…Vincent had thought to move and take Julia, when all of a sudden time had seemed to stop, as julia’s body disappeared from his hand and a feeling of a strong punch smacked on his left cheek. Julia was safe now, a tall mysterious young man had appeared from nowhere and carried Julia in his arms as he laid her down on mark’s lap. Lorein had run towards mark side and took a look at Julia, she had just fainted in exhaustion. While, Vincent had stood up, having to realize that his nose was now bleeding and his left cheek was now swelling in pain. As he tried to look towards the direction to where the guy who had just punched him, his eye’s widen as he realized who it was, he signals his comrades to retreat and back down.Although Julia had a few scratch on her, mark had quickly carried her towards the school clinic, yet, unfortunately it was already closed that it made him worry more about Julia, with lorein and the other guy on both of his side. Lorein suggested to take Julia to madiatrix hospital so that the doctors could treat her, but, the guy with them had stopped the idea of bringing her there and told them that if Julia was awake she wouldn’t want to go, and that they would not understand. He had instructed them to bring Julia at the lover’s lane, and mark sat at the end and laid Julia’s head on his lap, while lorein carried their school bags and folders.“mark, is she going to be fine…”asked lorein in a worried tone of voice.Mark gave her an awkward look, since he still thinks that bringing Julia to the hospital would be the best way as he thought in his mind about the guy who had saved Julia. who is this guy, and why does he know a lot about Julia…I got to know, but, wait…maybe his julia’s ex or something….this thoughts played inside his head. When all of a sudden Julia gave a shocked expression, the guy had just drank a glass of water and a drug as he kissed Julia on her lips making her drink the medicine he had for her. Although jealousy seems to over rule inside mark’s heart, the minute he had seen julia’s eye’s steer in an open and smiled at the guy who had saved her.“its you again…thank you…”she whispered gently.He smiled at her and left them without saying a word. Lorein asked Julia if she knew who that guy was, yet, Julia could only tell them that he seems to know him a long time ago, but, does not recall when he had met him before. Mark, was shocked but, was still glad that she was all right, in mixed emotions he forces a smile and hugged her gently into his arms. Finally the rain had stopped and stars appeared one by one in the sky.RUMORSThe next morning, rumors had spread out in the campus that there had been a break in the school, and that Julia, along with two of her friends. Rumors spread out in the campus that it was a fraternity fight. Lucky for Julia she had not come to school the next day and took the day off to rest. While, mark and lorein tried to explain the council and teachers about what had had happened yesterday. Until the principal herself decided to drop the subject, since they cannot accuse the students in canossa without the names and proof that they had broken the entry since nobody had seen what had happened. Yet, mark was a new student and what made them believe about what he said about the canossian intrusion, was a teacher noticed that afternoon a young man wearing a canossa uniform outside the lasalle gates. Till then, they had decided to stop the rumor there and not to take anymore notice about it. agreed by everybody in the council, the principal, lorein and mark. They had dropped the subject.“I’m glad that everything is over now. I guess Julia will be alright tomorrow right?” she smiled at mark.While mark himself seemed to stare in a distance, and he seems to be thinking in deeply. Lorein knew that he was thinking about Julia, and with a faint smile she stopped talking.As ordinary as it Goes“Sometimes the best days in our lives are the days where we never regret anything at all, where we don’t seem to blame anyone by our own life’s misfortune’s…”the sun rises beautifully in the sky, as birds chirp through the soft breeze of the wind, the ring of the school bell seemed to echo smoothly around the building halls, a new day to look forward.“wow…the day today seems to be really peaceful. I hope it would turn out as great as the first day of classes…I wonder…”lorein stares lost in her thoughts to the trees and the sun that had shined brightly in the sky, as she waited patiently for Julia to come at the school side gate. Finally after a few more minutes, she arrives. A smile of sweet greetings completes everything. Lorein had politely returned that smile to her dear friend. Words were no longer important for the greetings of good morning, as the head on towards the school canteen and waited for mark. The three of them had been together ever since Julia had introduce mark to her, and sparks flew upon these three young people as they became close, and trusting friends to each other.The rumors, had almost died down, yet, it had seemed as if Julia had not cared one bit of the speculations towards her by her fellow students. This however surprised lorein, for in her thoughts if it had happened to her, it would either take a week or so for her to recover or even become strong enough to face the school and the dying rumors. The thought of shame that had happen made her shiver, and yet, Julia, herself seemed so calm and as feeling safe as ever. Being bothered by these thoughts, lorein had gathered enough of her courage to ask her friend why.“julia, I know you knew about the rumors that spread the other day. Aside from mark texting you about it. but,…” with her voice of hesitation, she had tried to glance away from Julia. not even trying to take a glance on her face, and yet, it could not be helped. Her eye’s had caught the sight of her friend’s smile. Julia took held her hand that was on top of the table, and she smiled at her sweetly. “I know what you are going to say…”she smiled and looked at her in the eye’s, and with these ten simple words she told her the reason why she wasn’t scared anymore. “because, I feel safe…with you and mark with me”. She answered more than what lorein wanted to hear. Suddenly, Julia burst into a hysterical laughter. Lorein had been blushing like a fence painted in deep red, or a boiling kettle over steamed with water, like the sauce used in spaghetti. Mark arrives at last, after a good laugh. Just in time for the bell to ring. A signal of once more, the day has come to its new begging. On their way to class Julia parted away to her class at the fourth floor. Mark had asked lorein what they were talking while he wasn’t around and why she was laughing so hard when he arrived. She told him about the serious question that she had asked Julia and how she had answered it seriously, after laughing at her because of her blushing reaction.Lunch timeEpilogue 1Mark, Julia and lorein together they had decided to spend an hour time off from class and eating their lunch at the school field that was also called the oval inside the campus. The sweetness of the fair weather and the soft breeze of the wind was enough for them to keep them company and relaxed. They had all finished their lunch while mark had started playing his guitar. The two girls enjoyed the song that mark was playing, until he had to stop out of curiosity. He gave deep sigh, and gazed to the blue sky above and stared deeply to Julia’s eyes.“Julia…this morning…lorein told me about the answer you told her…” he paused for a moment and bowed down his head, as he turned his gaze on the green grass then to lorein. “do you mind of I asked you something about it?” he said these words with no hesitations and only pure curiosity.Julia smiled again, with no such trace of hesitation she stared lovingly at the field and the trees around them, closed her eye’s as she silently listened to everything around her. She turned back to mark and looked straight into his eye’s, then looking far into a distance.A sigh…and a flash of memories…while a song being compared into a story of a life, passed down from the past, to the present and the future that she had looked forward to.Her thoughts ran randomly inside her mind, her heart beating soundly at peace, she remember a song, as she tries to recall each symphony that she had heard and the lyrics that it had meant in her life.(Enter song jaded(these years)from the band MEST)"Jaded (These Years)" (feat. Benji Madden) There's a time and place for everything. There's a reason why certain people meet. There's a destination for everyone. What's the explanation when we're done? All the summer nights spent wondering; So many questions asked but no one's answering. Would it be okay if I left today? Took my chances on what you said was wrong? I'm jaded, stupid, and reckless. Not sorry and I'll never regret. These years spent, so faded and reckless. Not sorry and I'll never regret these years. I'll never regret these years. Now here I sit, so far away. Remembering all our memories. It's times like these that I miss you most, Remembering when we were so close. I'm jaded, stupid, and reckless. Not sorry and I'll never regret. These years spent, so faded and reckless. Not sorry and I'll never regret these years. I'll never forget the places we've been, you and I. Our lives are slipping away. Don't want to let time pass us by, byyyyyyy... [Benji] I'm jaded, stupid, and reckless. Not sorry and I'll never regret. These years.... ...spent, so faded and reckless, Not sorry and I'll never regret... I'm jaded, stupid, and reckless. Not sorry and I'll never regret these years.She finally answers mark’s question after a few minutes of reminiscing.“after all that has happened in my life. The reason why I told her that answer was because, I finally understood what it really means to live. And that in every challenge, I don’t really have to take anymore tears, only if needed. Only if I have too, but as long as I have my friends with me, I know I can make it on my two own feet. The inspirations are all the things I need to pass it all. Besides, all of it are just rumors. And as a saying goes, rub a glue right back at you…or something like that…or was it…let people think what they wanna think, as long as you know what is true and what not. I don’t really know that much. but, its all there is. Really…”before mark could say more, the bell signals the end of a beautiful break, and they walked with no more questions asked towards their own classrooms and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. Silently, mark becomes satisfied of what he had just heard from Julia, making him realize more about how stupid he had always been during those years he spend in solitude. Amie suddenly came across his mind, and he thinks about her for a moment. The things she has done for him, he had just notice, how kind and how much she has given for him just to try and make him happy, comforted and bring back the smile that he had once lost, the day his parents died.Epilogue 2Amie spend the entire day together with Christopher while they try to make a good theme for the intramurals week for the month of September. They were halfway done when; mark came in from his practice that afternoon. He ran as fast as he could, thinking that amie might have left the room already till he reached the classroom and opened the door.“Amie!” he shouted her name, while a startled amie looked behind her who had called her name almost made her cry with mixed emotions. She quickly ran and gave him a warm embrace.“mark! I missed you so much. is there a problem? Tell me.” She had now loosen her embrace and stared into his eyes. Mark held her hand and hugged her gently. “am…sorry…”he then looked at Christopher “hey…can I take amie with me now. I just want to talk to her for a while…if its ok with you man……” he asked him politely. Amie at first was hesitating whether she would go with mark or rather help Christ finish the job. Yet, with a smile, and a nod from her friend, she finally agreed to go with her secrete love light heartedly. Together they walked in complete silence, with only their hearts to speak, with no words needed to express mark’s gratitude and Amie’s love for her childhood friend.Together, they end up at the PLC building of the school, and at the third floor, mark tells her the reason why he wanted to talk to her.(enter song moving on by mest)moving on[VERSE:] Never understand the way she makes me feel When she holds my hand I hope that God had this planned And she was his angel, lost her wings for this world To come down here and save me, she's my baby [CHORUS:] But I feel so alone today Cause I miss my baby I know that she's the one for me I know that she thinks the same about me And I feel so alone today Cause I miss my baby A love I've been missing for so long Her lovin' keeps me movin' on and on and on Her lovin' keeps me movin' on [BRIDGE:] I just keep holding on But I'm not that strong Without you I just keep holding on But I'm not that strong Without you [CHORUS:] Cause I feel so alone today Cause I miss my baby I know that she's the one for me I know that she thinks the same about me Cause I feel so alone today Cause I miss my baby A love I've been missing for so long Her lovin' keeps me movin' onhe held her tight and said his thanks and all of his gratitude, kissed her forehead and her lips and with his sweet romance, he had finally told her, he only felt that he loved her only as a friend. But, for her tears kept flowing and amie could do nothing but backed away. Her heart could not stop from beating, and it felt like it was being torn apart in different directions. Mark could not do anything for her but, let her cry it all out. Broken and feeling like a shattered mirror, she speaks in a weak voice.“you know mark…I loved you so much, all these years, I had a smile only for you…I took care of you…but, why…why can’t you return the love I felt for you…mark…isn’t me…myself enough? I turned down everyone who came across…because…I kept hoping that you…you had learned to love me…from all these years that we…had spent together…but…why…why…tell me why…why can’t you give me your heart…”Christopher almost knew what was going to happen that he decided to look for mark and amie. Mark, slowly backed away from amie and ran away from her. He had tears flowing, with sad goodbyes if what he had to do for her own good. He reached the ground floor of the PLC building and silently he bowed his head down for a minute and thought about what had happened for a second before he was about to leave until Christopher suddenly came out from the bench below the PLC path way, he knew something or almost knew something bad was going to happen that he had followed the two and stayed there for a little while, till mark came and he pointed where he could find amie. He fixed his nerdy glasses and patted on mark’s shoulder.“don’t worry about her. She’s a brave girl…you did the right thing mark. Don’t worry…I’ll take care of her…”he told mark assuring him of what he knew what was to happen to amie.Mark smiled although he had some tears in his eyes he left with no more worries deep down, except his goal of winning julia’s heart.REWIND“what would you do if you could rewind time, go back and do what you can do to make things right? Could you still want to make it come true if you knew what was coming for you in the future?, sometimes our curiosity lead us into danger, but sometimes…we would wonder how curiosity leads us to the right kind of love that we need”everything seemed to shut down on Amie that day. Yet, she was still the lucky girl she knew about herself because in her troubled hours, somebody still came for her aid. Christopher took off his glasses and laid his hand for her and with a gentle gaze, and soft cry she couldn’t understand why her heart felt at ease although in pain, why her body suddenly motion for an embrace.The scene ends everything at around seven in the evening. While everybody was asleep in their beds; Julia, on the other side of the town was wide-awake.Its time for me to go and have a chat with Vincent, I think it’s not good to leave things behind just like that.She thought to herself, as she was about to go out of her house. But, in the fullness of the moon and the brightness of the stars that had shine up in the sky. She had not needed to call for him any longer. The prey was in front of her. He gave a wicked smirk, and threw her the heart shaped pendant she gave him a few years ago, back in elementary. “keep it, I don’t need it anymore..” he said firmly while he clutched his hand into a fist. Julia drew a few steps closer and before Vincent could open his mouth she had kissed him by the cheeks and held his hand to her heart. Tears began to fall without Vincent knowing. “can’t you see Julia…all I need is you to come back” he said this again and again. While she had kept no words away from him as she firmly repeated each sentence she had to say. “I’m sorry and goodbye Vincent…but, I can never go back to canossa anymore…and neither can I go…back to you…”she finished these words as she turned her back and took a few steps away. He reached to grab her body, and yet, he could not understand why he couldn’t touch her. It was like being paralyzed without even knowing why, being sting or strapped in an invisible string. Yet, no matter how hard he had thought about why he couldn’t move he could not take away the real answer that he was afraid loosing her more if he even dared to touch her fragile body.In flashes of black and white, everything faded away as she closed that door and entered her house. It was final, Vincent could do nothing anymore, to take her back in and convince her. He left the spot where he stood almost everyday way back before she had even left canossa academy. While, Vincent head home in silent defeat, she had walked a few gentle steps all the way back to her room. Leaned on her door as she had closed it gently slow, trying not to wake up anyone at all. Her tears silently dripped from her cheeks, all the way on the floor of her room like drips of stars falling from the sky. She smiled, deep down in her heart, she had repeatedly told herself that everything would be alright, that it was for the best and nothing less.-Flash back-Julia before, as said in her autobiography was a certain leader, founder or inspiration by the so call black demon’s inside the campus where she grew up and studied as a student. The purpose of the group was to have fun, and make fun of the school property, students and cut classes. The usual stuff that students do when they are being in a state where nobody seems to understand them, until that day where a young boy almost died, and suddenly made Julia realized what she had been doing all this time, as an act of stupidity she had clearly forgotten that’s she did not know how to swim, and in state were they almost drowned a young man jumped out of nowhere and helped the two of them, it was vahn five years ago, he wore his school uniform and a pierced ear ring like natsume in alice academy on his left ear. The boy was sound asleep yet, as he turned around and kissed Julia in front of all the demon’s and told her to do what is right. Since then, Julia could not believe that she had followed his advice.-end of flashback-Everything was fun that was what Vincent considered the happy days. But, having to experience the thought inside her head made her heart sink deeper. The memories were too much for her to endure that she had clutch her chest and laid down on her bed, while she gazed into the midnight sky, stars started to shine at their fullest. The sadness she felt was too much for her to bear that she could not understand anymore but, in all these years that she had spent in lasalle, this time she knew she was happy.Friendship“real friendship does not require anyone to be attractive, beautiful or rich. It is not by status, rank or by attitude you posses. It is by clearly understanding and accepting someone with a whole heart and being ready to give half of your trust. It takes time, for a person to trust someone yet, in a simple kind of friendship. Any act of kindness and truthfulness is much enough needed to start a relationship that would last forever, while God centers in all the rest.”Out of rage and anger, hatred and confusion we sometimes try to complicate things at this state and try to make matters worse instead of making it something clear for anyone to understand.LUNCH TIMEAmie hurriedly scurried her way across the hall and asked a girl to call for Julia before mark and her good friend lorein came. Julia came out; not even knowing her smiled and gave a warm greeting. Not even having the slightest speculation of who the girl was and why she seemed so eager to call her out of the classroom. Amie did not waist anymore of her time, and told Julia that she wanted to talked to her in private and grabbed hold of her hand and firmly gripped her hand all the way behind the old elementary library near the PLC quadrangle.“I don’t want to play games with you anymore. But, I just want you to know who I am. My name’s Amie marquez from class 301, and I’m mark’s child hood friend and best friend. I want to know…and I want to hear your answer now…do you love him or not. Yes or no” she said this directly that Julia almost let out a laugh out of it. un expectedly, for Amie. She did not understand why her enemy did nothing but, gaze into her eyes. “you know…your beautiful…mark is lucky to have a best friend and a long time buddy in you…”she said. Instead of being pleased by her praised, Amie became irritated and growled at her “please! Just answer my question!” , Julia could not stop herself from giving comments yet, she decides to answer her question. “if you really want to know. No, I don’t love him. I only love him as a friend. That is all. And if its ok with you, I want to be your friend too…”she said this with no hesitation. Again, her confidence made a great help for her. While, Amie struggles a fight between the peaceful communication and feeling of warm friendship from Julia, her heart still considers her as her soul rival. Yet, in the end, Julia had won the fight, as she laid her hand in front of Amie and smiled. “so will you be my friend too, Amie?”, she asked her this once. A simple gesture of taking her hand, and a soft gentle smile, as her fire shot eyes once blazed in anger turns into a gaze of calmness, in her heart the battle has ended. At this point she had slowly realized the reason why Julia was able to make mark smile, even if it was a one day meet. Tears began to fall from her cheeks while, Julia could do nothing but, hold her new found friend gently. She knew that this tears that she had shed were tears of sadness, gratitude, confusion and mixed emotions. The feeling of being neglected by the one you love. Finally, lunch break became a happy ending for the two of them. Julia came back to class while, holding hands with Amie. Mark and lorein waited for Julia out of her classroom, while mark having to see Amie together with Julia almost made him faint. Till, he saw amie smile, and explained half of what had happened and is now claiming that Julia and her are now good friends.A jealous heart“when we are in love with a person we, sometimes forget that person is not our property. We do things carelessly and need not think of that person’s happiness but, only to our satisfaction. To see that person with someone who you do not know, means a whole lot differently to someone who feels something for that special person’a fine Friday afternoon, the last day of the week, lorein and Amie decided to go head home for the day. While, Julia had to buy something for her social economics class on Monday and accounting booklets. On their way towards the national bookstore, they did not notice that they were being followed. Vincent was about to go on and have some chilling out at Robinsons when he un expectedly saw Julia together with a guy. He does not know him, yet, he seemed familiar, it was as if he had seen this guy, before yet, does not recall any information or name. Vincent’s jealousy was now steaming hot, and he was thinking more of running towards the guy and punching him but he knew Julia way more than anybody else. If he ever did, then that would mean she will not even dare to talk to him ever again, neither forgive him for everything that has happened. Having to have notice, how stupid he was staring at her from a distance and despising the guy who she was with. Made him feel like a total idiot. Finally eh turns back and took his ride.-A SWEET GOODNIGHT AND A WONDERFUL NIGHT-finally the list was done, mark held Julia gently around her waist and hugged her, it was around six in the evening and he had just finished taking her back home at the adelina village, with her sweet and gentle voice, she smiles and gave her a sweet goodnight for a wonderful night.A MATCH MADE IN HEAVENAn ordinary day for everyone, lorein was on her way to visit Julia on this fine Saturday morning, when she was about to enter the village gate, someone had caught her attention. It was Vincent, he had approached her with a smile on his face as un expected as it goes, mark was struck in deep emotions. “oh…hey…winter…I didn’t know you were here. Got a group practice or something?” lorein said to him in a sweet and gentle voice.He replies blushing “ahmm…yeah…I guess…amm…if your looking for Julia…she’s not there, she just went out. She’ll be back at 12 noon, so if your gonna wait it’ll be long…”he said informantly.`she then smiled and said “then, I’ll wait for her then…but. I just wanna know if why you break in to lasalle vince…” lorein had asked this question out in the blue that made Vincent sat down on the bench. “I just wanted her to come back…I didn’t know you were with her…I’m sorry that was stupid of me..” sad expressions as the sky covered in dark shades, a sign it was about to rain. The bench were they sat, did not have any tent or shade for them to be kept away from the rain, and when it had started to pour down. Lorein and Vincent where both trapped and dripping wet in the middle, their eyes gaze at peace while their hearts beat at the same time. It was as if rain , had become the key to a new found relationship.Soon the rain had stopped and a tricycle suddenly stopped in the middle to see how the two them were doing while, Julia paid the driver right away to lend them some dry clothes after waiting for her for so long, it sort of came as a surprise for her, to know that Vincent and lorein knew each other all this time.“Julia, don’t you remember? I told you. We were at the same school in elementary. When I told you that, I meant, I already seen you before. Silly! Hehehe”Julia, tried to remember, and as soon as she was reminded that lorein did tell her about it, she smiled and they began to reminisce those times when they still studied in canossa. Yet, after a few minutes of laughter, Vincent finally interrupted the conversation, and made a clear serious forum for them.“Julia, am sorry if I did that entry last time. But, I have to tell you this, ever since you left, the fraternity that we founded before, you knew it was a well respected and and feared foundation. But, it all went in total chaos. The seniors are using the name and everyone is being bullied with no valid reason…I can’t stand it. What’s worse is there betting it on you!!!” Vincent told them furiously. A shocking news, but, Julia replied gently as she smiled. “honestly vince, it doesn’t really matter to me anymore. I’m at peace now, and whatever they bet, is no longer my business. If you really want to go somewhere or do something that is worthwhile, then, why don’t you move out and do the right thing to do its your choice cause its your life…” she ended firmly. Moved by her little explanation; Vincent tried to reply to what she had just said when, she had just stood up and drag both of them to the gate. “well, anyway vince, I think the two of you should be going…heheheh…its getting really late, and its kind of a long way back to your house lorein, right? Bye now… ” before they could say a word, Julia had shut the door behind them.THE NEXT DAYJulia had her hands full trying to finish her math, lorein and mark were doing the same thing while, it was amie’s turn to erase the board that morning and ready the bulletin. Everything seemed to look normal till, their fellow classmates from their respective classrooms started to buzz like humming groups of bees in search of honey. Each one peeped outside the door. Mark went down to the third floor and thought to check what was going on. While, Julia had just seen the two of them checking out the seen. Mark was surprised to find lorein in the middle of the crowed and especially more surprised to find the nutcase who almost kidnapped Julia.As gentle and caring as the wind when it is calm, her face glowed like an angel who had just descend down from the heavens. She had gave her warmest welcome and even without having to say a single word. I knew she meant too me, the words of gratitude. She had been proud that I had moved out and finally chose the things that had to be done, only by me alone.Julia approached Vincent, and shook hands. “Welcome to LaSalle lipa…what section are you in?” she said laughing back at him, her humor seemed so light since the last time he saw her, and for the first time he felt her warmth of being a friend, and his heart had calmed down.”While, Amie had remained inside the classroom. The bell rang and the teacher had introduced to them the new student. She was surprised at first but then thought that perhaps it was just a coincidence that everything had happened accordingly in her dream last night.lunch timeAmie decided she wanted to eat inside the classroom, since she hadn’t finished he English yet, and took out her lunch on the table. While mark was on his way to the green site bookstore to buy some paper and materials for social economics, when amie remembered that she had just left her stuff back at home and followed makr that was about to go downstairs already and asked him if he could by a few things for her. When Amie returned, she had found her lunch being eaten by the new kid. “ahhhhhHHHH”my LUNCH!!!!!” she screamed and tried to take her lunch away from the new guy. But, it was too late. Her lunch was gone, and making her awfully mad, since it was only she and he inside the class she yelled at the top of her voice. “what the HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM!!!WHY DID YOU EAT MY LUNCH!” she yelled. Vincent replied while she handed her the spoon and fork. “Sorry, I thought it was meant for me. Because I saw how much girls were making a fuss over me. Getting to know me. Hehehehe…” he said sarcastically. Not happy with the answer she had just heard results her to chase Vincent in circles inside the classroom. While the two were busy chasing and running away from one another, mark, lorein and Julia came to see Amie. They were going to ask her if she would want to join them after class. But, before they could even do so, Vincent had ran towards them and to his attempt to break and stop in front of them failed especially when, Amie came in crashing right behind him. The two fell, with Amie on top, and him under. The scene were as if meant to happen. It was what exactly in Amie’s dream that made her nervous especially when she had realized that Vincent was now holding her hand close to his chest.All of a sudden, time seemed to have seized itself from ticking, Julia and her companions fell silent. Finally it all breaks up, when Vincent decided to speak.“Hey, listen…I know your mad…but, am sorry alright? I hope you can forgive me…”he said sweetly as he stared at her in her eyes.Trying to catch her breath, trying hard to stop his heart. Two souls finally felt the same beat of the heart and the warmth they had felt.Amie fell silent, trying hard to hide her sudden feelings, she stood up and fixed her uniform. “its ok. But, I can’t forgive you. Anyway, guys I’ll be busy today. I gtg its already time. We all should go back to class now.”She said, trying hard to sound cold all over.Mark, lorein and Julia were puzzled enough that they all fell silent and agreed to go back to their own classrooms. Julia, thought that maybe it wasn’t really the right day or the perfect timing to go on and relax this afternoon, so she just turned around and smiled, called out mark and lorein’s name. “hey guys! Lets just do it next time. Alright? See yah!”She smiled, and head back to her class.Finally, the four corners of the classroom were about to free the captivated time inside the room, the clock finally ticks its final hand. The bell rings, at last the day has finally ended. Everyone hurried home, Amie dashed right away and head home, before Vincent could even catch her and talk to her again. She arrived home, around six and slipped in her ordinary clothes.Slowly she had clutched her chest and tears started to fall. What’s going on, what am I feelings? I can’t stand this. I can’t fall for anyone yet, am not ready.The sands from the hour class fell so fast, the calendars of the year moved so fast, as each day that had passed by, it seemed so much of a shock to feel an unexpected love. But, before she could stop herself, her heart had already started beating. Her mind enters a flash back.FLASHBACKThis morning, she just realized the first time her eyes laid on him; she could not explain why while the teacher was introducing Vincent, he could not stop herself from looking at him.End of flashbackHer heartbeat, and her feelings were all mixed. It seemed as if she wanted to shout and let everyone know that she does not like Vincent at all. Yet, at the back of her mind, she knew what the real answer was.MeanwhileThe other half knew what he had to do.Everything did not seem to become a puzzle. Vincent knew exactly what was happening at that time. He laid down on his bed and gazed into the moonlight, he whispered to himself. Is she the one, is she the girl that’s destined for me to love? If so then, I am moving on. Thank you Julia. You really had changed my life, and everything there is about me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-1582811214462328233?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/1582811214462328233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=1582811214462328233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1582811214462328233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1582811214462328233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/05/untitled-story-next-part.html' title='untitled story: next part'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-8309577776897534430</id><published>2008-04-30T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T03:17:14.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♀the dawn♀</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;endless lust, and endless  hate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;late night and midnight shadows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me call upon your heart of darkness..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your solemn wishes shall never persih..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;****&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this world is not fair, yet people continue to breath, continue to live. because this is reality, and we all live in one world. it may all sound the same but, don't you think i am right. if your feeling down right now and feel as if nothing is Good going on with your life? just pack up your tears and stand up! this is reality so no need to shed tears my dear. be strong and life will give you rewards in the end no matter how hard the storms in your life may come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-8309577776897534430?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/8309577776897534430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=8309577776897534430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/8309577776897534430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/8309577776897534430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/dawn.html' title='♀the dawn♀'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-3353344215628332694</id><published>2008-04-28T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:00:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La_piCtoria</title><content type='html'>:+:the picture in my Blog:+:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it seem seductive?&lt;br /&gt;immoral?&lt;br /&gt;stupid?&lt;br /&gt;weird?&lt;br /&gt;or clearly you just don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it means to be bold and to open up to the world, to forget and throw away the rotteness of this world. to show the world that not all pure stays the same. that all good has evil, that everyone changes in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that in silence there is death, it seems like a gown because it is like i am married to the death this world gives. to the crap it holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it does not mean anything more. yet, i do not hold your minds. think what you want to think its not like i am stripped bare infront of all of you. i do have something on me right? so any justifications or does this mean that you guys are just jealous because i made something that i can call mine and not just something i copied from a picture of a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-3353344215628332694?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/3353344215628332694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=3353344215628332694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3353344215628332694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3353344215628332694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/lapictoria.html' title='La_piCtoria'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-706930370433829649</id><published>2008-04-28T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:47:38.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC</title><content type='html'>music is the source of spiritual life. without music, life is like without color. when everything is in silence, it is like dying. because music is like an invisible crayon that colors the world depending to the beat of the strings, the pounding on the drums and all the instruments. from instrumental to natural sounds, music is everywhere in anything that we do. there are alot of genre's which music is classified. most of them perhaps i may not know much, but i bet it is something i would rather explore than sexual pleasure or drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess music also depends on the person's mood or who that person . the personality suits the music genre. but, what if you don't have one private persona and you seem to keep most? then i guess you belong in niether of the genre's but it just depends on your personal feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-706930370433829649?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/706930370433829649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=706930370433829649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/706930370433829649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/706930370433829649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/music.html' title='MUSIC'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-7105584599143206231</id><published>2008-04-28T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:29:07.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GRAVEYARD: LOVE AND DEVOTION</title><content type='html'>love?&lt;br /&gt;what a pathetic feeling to endure. devotion? what a waste... tsk tsk tsk... life has made me more of a hypocrit than someone for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it surprising how one person changes so fast in a split second? how one person disappears and dies in a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, is not a game. not soemthing you should play. love is sacred and not something you should ignore like its only a piece of word writen on paper. its a word spelled but, the emotion expressed is very powerful. yet, why do most people use it for fun, for sex, for stupidity, to take advantage of people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when love comes there is a something called devotion that grows which means when a person is truely in love... he/ she is devoted into making that person happy no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet, for me. i had enough about being serious. thats why i placed love and devotion in my graveyard list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't need love right now. all i need right now is a friend to join me in my journey in this life, and devotion for those who are devoted to join me NO MATTER WHAT. but to fall for love in any circumstances and become DEVOTED again? is a definete Infinite NO!WAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-7105584599143206231?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/7105584599143206231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=7105584599143206231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/7105584599143206231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/7105584599143206231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/graveyard.html' title='GRAVEYARD: LOVE AND DEVOTION'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-5837135940244229213</id><published>2008-04-28T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T21:09:56.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents Parents Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;they feed us..&lt;/div&gt;they give us clothes, home, education...&lt;br /&gt;yet, not all gives are free... most parents do it because they feel they need to..&lt;br /&gt;so that when they age, they'd be taken care of... how pitiful...&lt;br /&gt;what low life excuse to raise children...&lt;br /&gt;and if they become a burden... they rant what they gave..&lt;br /&gt;they accuse more than see what that they do not see...&lt;br /&gt;how much low can they give this crappy world..&lt;br /&gt;they create monsters unknowingly..&lt;br /&gt;how i envy those families who live for life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;work for fun and responsibility...love for family unconditionally...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;what i would give to have a simple life like that... i guess if i would then..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i would only complain how crap the world has become yet, be still thankful that i was given people to love and cherish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;yet, God never gave everything we wanted... its what he thinks best for us that he will give and not what we wish...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;though it does seem unfair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;WHAT IS FAIR?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-5837135940244229213?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/5837135940244229213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=5837135940244229213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5837135940244229213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5837135940244229213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/parents-parents-parents.html' title='Parents Parents Parents'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-1519091057662251348</id><published>2008-04-27T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T15:07:45.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LATEST UPCOMING NOVEL: SILENTHEART</title><content type='html'>SILENT HEART:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sneak peak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you have seen julia's life when she was in high school. now, take a peak on how her twin who graduate's high school take up college. if my UNTITLED STORY BROUGHT YOUR INTEREST UP, THEN I GUESS WE WILL BE MOVING A LITTLE BIT MORE TO THE EDGE OF EVRYTHING WHEN SILENT HEART BEGINS TO UNFOLD. SO HOPE YOU GUYS WOULD BE READING IT! TAKE CARE YOU ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-1519091057662251348?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/1519091057662251348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=1519091057662251348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1519091057662251348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1519091057662251348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-latest-upcoming-novel-silentheart.html' title='MY LATEST UPCOMING NOVEL: SILENTHEART'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-2304896935119370719</id><published>2008-04-27T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:47:00.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>drowning into hate</title><content type='html'>why is it that no matter how hard i try, i just can't find my heart to forgive my friend? i know i am no God and the principal that nobody is Perfect and everyone deserves a second chance thing, but i guess am having trouble accepting the fact that i really can't hold it on close. its too much of a big deal for me that am willing to sacrifice of whats left of our friendship. i just don't understand why, i just don't know why. but, i just can't forgive him right now. but, the thought of forgiving him someday, it seems rather blurry than today. meaning am niether thinking of forgiving him now or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope someone would stumble on this webpage of mine and give me a piece or a word of advice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-2304896935119370719?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/2304896935119370719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=2304896935119370719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/2304896935119370719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/2304896935119370719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/drowning-into-hate.html' title='drowning into hate'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-3005707661391590499</id><published>2008-04-27T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:36.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫ikkin♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBRJLmkZOVI/AAAAAAAAABw/AeIb7e-NJ4w/s1600-h/1_960814469l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193856733945608530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBRJLmkZOVI/AAAAAAAAABw/AeIb7e-NJ4w/s320/1_960814469l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;just a short history.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i just met he in a clan through text, and who would ever thought that she'd be a part of my life. i trust this girl as i already seen her. ikkin! take care always. i have nothing much to say except!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you rock on everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-3005707661391590499?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/3005707661391590499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=3005707661391590499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3005707661391590499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3005707661391590499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/ikkin.html' title='♫ikkin♫'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBRJLmkZOVI/AAAAAAAAABw/AeIb7e-NJ4w/s72-c/1_960814469l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-8334915809246255533</id><published>2008-04-24T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:36.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♀Shamikochess♀</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBFn22kZOUI/AAAAAAAAABo/uDdlcn8rtVY/s1600-h/yes!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193046037393652034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBFn22kZOUI/AAAAAAAAABo/uDdlcn8rtVY/s320/yes!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my schoolmates: SHAMMY, MIKO,CHE AND JESS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i started the year, having more friends then ended up in a aquabble because someone was jealous and wanted them all for herself. i was left with one, the prim and proper and rule sticking girl miko. turns out, she liked anime, music and alot of things that i liked to do. she is easy to pull to the mall, to books and to the internet shop and she constantly reminds me to do stuff that are be done like the assignments, projects, the time and because of her i owe her everything i am learning in my temporary stay in st.paul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;che: i met her during our joined classes in religion, she's very funny great to be with. i like her very much and its a miracle that she clicked personalities with miko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shammy: miko's long time buddy, never thought that shammy would click with che and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then it was settled shamikochess was born. i am always thankful and greatful to have found them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-8334915809246255533?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBFn22kZOUI/AAAAAAAAABo/uDdlcn8rtVY/s72-c/yes!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-5016668092628875726</id><published>2008-04-24T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T07:30:37.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♫The Untitled Story in the Making♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;DAWNSHADOWS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY: GISELLE MARIS A. BACALLA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An angels light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:: soul meets an angel ::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;epilogue 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campus groundsOn a late afternoon, the campus grounds looked as if still. Everything seemed so much the same, as if the everyday scene would always stay the same. For those who are new around these campus grounds, it may rather seem new, or simple the same as every school show’s everyday. But, for those who are silent observers of this social life. The campus grounds are never the same and nothing stays as it is. Because in every room and every door and corner of every school a story unfolds after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a piss…what wastes of time…can’t I just lazy around and sleep in my bed?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts ran all over and over his head. Mark Rosales, a new student in De La Salle lipa, just decided to give himself a stroll around his new campus grounds. He became bored seeing the same old stuff at Canossa and moved to La Salle instead even if his already on his 10th year there at canossa acadamy. Yet, so far nothing has caught much of his attention. Till he remembered that he had something important to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why the heck did I forget?...tomorrow’s mrs. Myra’s deadline on her assigned book report to me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly he rushed towards the LRC(learning resource center) to look for a the book about the 7 sea’s, he bumped to everyone infront of him. He ran fast, noticed that he had only a few minutes to spare before the library closes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit…I know its noting special and everything here is somewhat killing me to boredom…but, it would be ridiculous not to submit her assignments…damn…shit…I made my mind float in space again…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrives 10 minutes before the library closes. He logged his name on the list and quickly searched for the book he was trying to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Epilogue 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh…crap…too many books…if I hadn’t been late for 3 days straight mr. loreto wouldn’t give me this suspension…damn it…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia ann velasquez, suspended for being late consistently for 3 day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit…if only I woke up earlier and work didn’t piled up…I’d be on time…ugh…I don’t want to do this again..although I do love books…ehehehe…well, here’s the last book…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She sorts the books on the tale section. The last book about the 7 sea’s was her last place to the shelf. She climbs up the shelves and reaches for the top shelf. When, she slips and falls…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Epilogue 1 and 2 merge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mark now on the other end of the tale section walks absent mindedly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; Where is that stupid book…good grief…I have to find it sooner or late…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Looking for the book was getting on his nerves when. All of a sudden, someone falls in on top of him. Falling from the top shelf Caused a simple landing on a soft And gentle heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark meets an angel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his soul leaps out gently out of him…his heart beating…a lovely young girl by accident…as their lips touched warmly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the young lady sits up and apologize to him blushing like a ripe tomato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m sorry I didn’t mean to fall like that on you…I ah…I kindah slip my left foot…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark now had stood up and offered his hand as he bowed gently as any gentleman would do. He gave her his sweetest and warmest smile showing the words untold and the feeling of pleasure meeting her. He spoke to her in his gentle voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; It’s alright. It was an accident right? So there is nothing to worry about. My names mark and you are miss?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shyly took his hand and smiled and took her gaze away from his gentle stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is..well, um…my names Julia ann velasquez. Please, you can call me Julia…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark could only hear her first two words that she has said. ‘’julia ann’’ it was as if being in a trance under an angel that has caught his attention and held his heart breathless for the few remaining minutes left by the clock. And yet, time seemed to stop. He picked up the book she fell, the moment she had fallen to a kiss with him as her balance gave that signal that they will be meeting this way. And to his surprise, the book was exactly what he had on mind. The book that he was looking for was the same exact book that Julia had to put on top most shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well…well…well…look at here. This was the book I was looking for. Thanks don’t worry about what happen. This will be our own lil secrete alright Julia?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving her a humorous wink, and to which made Julia feel less uneasy about what had happened. She slowly comes back of her senses and started to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry. It was just a shock to meet you this way, mark. Mark, can I call you by that name? Hehehe…well…am sorry again. So in exchange for that. I’ll borrow the book for you. Coz the library is already closed you see. Mark let out a chuckle and smiled at her. Alright. But, since you fell on me…you have to agree that I can accompany you home at least… He said to her in a conditional manner. But, Julia knew she can’t let him take her home. Since her house isn’t like everyone else is. Besides if anyone would know about her real situation they would end up either on the pity side or disgust about her real life style. Umm…am sorry…but…Julia paused for a few minutes and smiled. I have a service you see…and we will be leaving around 6pm so if your not in a hurry…then maybe we could just talk for a lil while… She had finished her sentence clear. And it made mark realize that she wasn’t well trusting. He thought of a diversion to his rudeness and suddenly made a joke out of it. Well you know what I meant was…TAKE YOU HOME…hehehe…am sorry. I was just being a gentle man or whaddya call that…gentle buttler… This joke was corny enough to make Julia laugh. She was so much of a down to earth kind of person that it needed only one joke or one wacky move to make her laugh. Her smile was so much enchanting that every time he had the chance he would look at her and gaze to her admiringly. With no words asked as they went to their way to the parking lot. They had managed to talk about almost everything. Julia’s life before, how much pain she had managed to surpass. Although she had only said a few of what she had pictured for him was enough. He had told her his side of the story and how he had been so down and lonely. And his words stuck into her mind as if it was just a clip of always remember this kind of thing. And do you know…this is the first time I had an actual conversation to someone beside my best friend and nanny? You know you’re lucky. Coz you’re the first person who made me smile in years…am serious. Julia suddenly stopped walking; they were already at the college lobby gates, the route towards the parking lot. She smiled and then grabs hold of mark’s hand. She smiles as she dragged him to the hall and faced him with her sweetest smile. Well, then…if that’s the case, am happy to hear that…lets go then shall we?Time was being kind and friendly. It was 5:01 and it felt like it never moved one bit from the moment they left the library. What was once dull and boring to him had suddenly came into a new kind of light. Adventure was in its finest and a new chapter in his life had just opened up. They had talk so much that time flew as if it was never there, and that they where the only people around the place. From politics, gossips, old classmates and legends about there school. Their conversation seemed like an endless debate and tales of each side. It was like the two of them where meant to meet and become friends. And they did indeed both felt that it was something new. Finally, 6pm struck the final hour and it was time for Julia to leave. Warm smiles and sweet goodbye’s left mark with a happy heart. It was one memorable afternoon as he watched the young lady board her service van. And him, heading straight for the college lobby. Although Julia leaved near by her parents never trusted her. So she had to be on a service van instead. And as she sat on that van, for a few minutes before her service reached her house. Her thoughts were in blankness. The van stopped and she got off, the house was locked and it was clear that no one was home. Julia searched her bag for the keys and finally opened the door. She entered the house and took off her shoes, her clothes and changed into her usual house clothing. Julia normally wore a pink shirt and black shorts and dropping her uniform at the laundry basket located near the stairs. She laid down on her soft warm bed, with the doors closed and the electric fan on. And The radio, playing her favorite songs. She thought of what had happened to her the entire day. And as Julia scans every bit of what had her memory remembers she smiled, as she had been reminded of a happy moment. Julia’s entire day a flash back, on to what happened to her before she met mark. Her thoughts randomly ran through her mind. As she pictured the very moment she entered the campus. The bell rang as she placed her stuff under her chair. It was always the same as before, the usual routine. The teacher reads the bulletin, classmates buzzing while some are still too drowsy or sleepy to even move a muscle. Three subjects passed and her time was up. The agreement of attending her math, physics and English has ended to there. And now, Julia bid her classmates a sweet smile and with her soft voice it stated she wasn’t happy much of what she had to do. Well, see yah later guys. Looks like I’ll be diving the books for some time…hehehe…don’t worry riselle! I won’t be late the next time around. She said while looking to the girl seating behind her. Her name was riselle g.vega, her close friend and classmate. She had warned Julia to stop waking up late, and was quite upset having to know that her buddy would be on suspension that afternoon. Yes, suspension was the reason why she wined up meeting mark. Her 3 day late gave her this head ache and lucky strike. The reason to why she was like this, in exactly 3 days in a row? Was her mom. She wouldn’t let her out until she finishes ranting. Well, that was a clear statement. But, she had no choice to say that she woke up late as an excuse. End of flash back. The room was in silence and everything seemed so quite in her room. The fan turned left and right and dim light illuminated her room in silence. Sadness filled her for a moment as she was reminded of being lonely and solidified, yet she warmly smiles when her mind crossed a perfect stitch of path. As she touched her lips gently and smiled. Wow…so this is the feeling. To have someone touched your lips with one’s lips. This feeling…it’s so warm… I can’t describe it…anyways…it was an accident. What a funny way for us to meet up…hehehe…I better start cooking…before my brothers arrive. I bet they’ll rant at me again. Hmm… Although she could sense her tired body, and seemed to need some rest. She stands up forcing herself to prepare dinner and the uniforms for the following day. Epilogue 2 Mark arrives home. He passed by the maid who had been watering the plants. He entered the house and hugged his nanny Martha. He jumped and laughed while screaming julia’s name. Nanny! I met a girl…I met a girl and she was so so pretty…aunt Martha…gill…this is sooo cool!!!!! Everyone surprised onto what has been going on. Since it came for a shock on all of them.“Now hold on for a second, mark….what is going on?”his nanny now have stand up and fixed her glasses, as the rest of the servants stayed for a while and stopped their work to hear their young master answer their governess question.“nanny, alam nyo ba…I met this real cute girl, and she helped me borrowed books from the library, and as I looked at her, I could imagine her warm smile…”mark was about to continue when he was interrupted by the doorbell. The butler James opened the door and a drenched Amie stood in front of them. She smiled at them and apologize.“am sorry, it suddenly rai---“before she could even finish one sentence marked had rushed towards her and wrapped her in warm towel, and hug her brotherly.“its ok, amie…my magandang balita ako para sayo….! Hahaha…I met the prettiest girl in my entire life!”Amie’s blushed suddenly faded and her heart suddenly sank. She couldn’t believe what she had heard. She was enough surprise and happy to see that mark was in such a good mood and became happy that evening, but, to what she had heard, she could not help but wish to have the same mark everyday again.LOVE OR INFATUATION?“Sometimes when youth begins to experience admiration for the first time, it becomes hard for them to realize whether it is infatuation or true love. Since, the feelings felt are almost the same….but, how can you really tell if its infatuation or love itself in disguise?”misty morning embraces the school grounds, as most of them are trying to wake up and have a head start for school. Amie woke up at the wrong side of the bed, having a bad headache and dull expression it was written all over her face that she had cried herself to sleep. Promptly arriving at the school parking lot at exactly 6:30 am in the morning, she had walked her way to her room absent mindedly and not watching to where she was going. Turning left in a corner near the LRC(learning resource center).Amie had just bump into Christopher alexandre. The class president and nerd.“wow, that was a nasty fall, amie ya’ alright…?”“ai…ah...ok lang ako…I think…am sorry, I didn’t see you…kasi…”she had apologize as tears filled her eyes.Christopher bent stood up and smiled, and offered his hand to her.“its alright. I guess I wasn’t watching too…”he said as he apologize to her, and as a brotherly gesture, he had embraced her and made the effort of making her stop from crying.By then, she had stopped crying and Christopher took the opportunity to distance himself and finally picked up his lap top. Amie saw his worried expression both for her and his lap top. She knew that Christopher was a kind and gentle man by nature and is very well addicted to computer games, aside from studying he also loves to create websites. Although this had made her notice, about his physical appearance.Christopher was a 5’’9, he had a fair complexion and was the perfect picture of a gentleman. He looked like those old young men from London who had fine manners and loved collecting animals, hunting or anything that would make them interested enough to go crazy over it. he had deep amber eyes, and his smile was comforting that made Amie realized how good looking his friend Christopher was, and as she had this thoughts inside her head, she had just then thought if Christopher had a girlfriend since he knows his way around girls so easily.She had wiped her tears and moved forward and apologized again. “I’m sorry chris, I didn’t mean to you see….and…the reason was…I was…really upset with the one I like…”He smiled at her expression, with drops of tears and blushing gently at him, he held her hand and smiled warmly. “so that explains why…why don’t you tell me…come on…it wouldn’t hurt, right? We still have 15minutes before the bell rings, lets take a stroll for lil’ while…what do you say?”Replied with a smile, they walked towards the open field and sat down together.The field was silent as mist covered some parts of it, it was still early in the morning and birds were now chirping, while a few groups of students from different level passed them by, Amie started her conversation with him, as Christopher listened to everything that she had said.“well, it has been going on for years and you surely are expressing the signs of a person who is in love. But, are you sure that’s not just an infatuation? It gets really confusing you see, especially if we have only felt love for the first time” he smiled at her and explained his thoughts clearly without offending her.“well, he is my first…but, I still don’t know…”she replied softly.While Christopher had now opened his laptop, while Amie felt that it was the right time to ask.“if you don’t mind chris…how come your so good when it comes to comforting girls?, have you had your first girlfriend already?” she said.Christopher had now stopped typing and bowed his head low, he fell silent and his expression suddenly turned cold, then smiled half heartedly.“yeah…I had my girl once, but, that was a long time ago! Anyway, its almost time. You should head back, I have to but something at the book store you see.”Amie knew that he was trying to avoid her question and took best to say yes to stop the conversation. She then agreed to go back to class head on for him, but, she paused for a minute and smiled at Christopher.“hey! Chris…thanks and …sorry about that…bye. See yah’ later, ayt?”she said.As Christopher watched her walked away he had made his way towards the bookstore and bought a pen and manila paper. He thought about her question, made him reminded of a past he never wanted to remember. By the time he had reached his class and sat beside Amie. The P.A had just rung and played the schools anthem, followed by the long bell that riiiiinnnnnnggggggg through the hallways passing by each classroom and the signal that the flag ceremony was about to start, as the national anthem was played followed by the panatang makabayan and the prayer, all the way to homeroom period and the rest of the subjects for that Monday morning.PAST IS PAST“past, present and future…these words stand significance to us humans. It maybe a placed as a question, school advertisement to promote better education and all of the sort, an advice from a parent and etc. to the lives of ordinary people, these are the main thoughts that circle their minds, whether they are married, young at heart, the youth or at old age. It is either we dream of the future, wonder and plan, or dwell in the past, and some stay focused in their present current state. In this chapter, we will see how some people handle this primary ingredients in their daily lives.”Finally the three hour routine for the morning subjects are almost up, as mark impatiently stared at his wristwatch and waited for the bell to ring and give them the signal that signifies the very favorite subject everyone needs whether you are a teacher of that school or a typical student yearning for a break. That’s right, the word is as simple as “recess”.In 5…4..3..2…1…RrRrIIIIIiiiiiinnnnnNNNNNNnnnnnGGGGGgggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!And there she goes! The teacher leaves the room and finally some had just stretched their arms and yawned for the last period of the morning. A typical 15minute break for everyone to relax a little before they go back inside the class and combat the textbooks they so consider as war for the thoughts that they have to remember and equations that they have to solve. While, most of the people enjoy eating, chatting, mark on the other hand had someone very special in his mind.Quickly mark had rushed down to the third floor and waited for Julia to come out of her class room, he waited outside Ls 302 for her, and the sight of his angel, he quickly rushed towards her and greeted her with a smile.“hey! Julia, goodmorning”. He said as he smiled and gave her a piece of pink flower he had picked from his grand nana’s garden.Julia gently gazed at him and took the flower gracefully as if she herself was the flower mark had given to her, with a simple smile, and blushing cheeks. Julia, had now realized that mark had been waiting for her.“good morning to you too! Mark. Have you been waiting for me?” she said with a giggle.Blushing like never before, he smiled and gave her a nod.“well, I was wondering if you wanted to have recess with me, but, sure…you can bring along your friends if you want too..”. He said with a stammering tune.She gave her warm smile and waved at her friends.“Or maybe you can join me and my friends instead? How would that be?”with no other options and reasons to keep her for himself, mark could not disagree since, the facts are visible enough that they had just met last Friday and that they were just in that stage where he gets to know her more and she gets to know him more kind of stage. And with no more less than 1percent of his hesitation, he had answered her half-heartedly.“Sure, that would be much better…hahaha”. He had said this with a forced laugh on his face, as he walked right beside her.Julia stopped in-front of her two best friends and introduced him.“Good morning! Guys, I’d like you to meet mark, I just met him last Friday by accident at the library. And, I was wondering if it was ok for him to join us fo recess?”.Her two friends giggled and said separately that it was ok and it wasn’t a problem. But, although the break was only a 15 minute recess, it seemed like an hour especially when julia’s two best friends started to interrogate him with questions from his name, his sport and almost everything that they’ve completely heard about him. Mark had just realized that he had forgotten about his high school background.Meanwhile…Canossa academyRecess timeThe school grounds seemed to be peaceful enough to hear a bee fly from one flower to flower as students chatter there way around, releasing stress out of there system, and getting ready for their time to go back in class.With only 5minutes left of rest…As each individual student savor the peacefulness of the remaining time, and trying their best to finish some un-finished homework, report or assignments. A small meeting was held at the un-crowded hallways.A tall young man had been leaning his body on the railings of the campus, he had been talking to four of his trusted comrades. He is one of the cool dudes and the leaders of the secrete gang called black demons he had secretly asked for the four of his trusted friends to help him plan out how to take back the princess of their group, since the reason was simple enough to understand them. The day that Julia left the academy the acting leaders tried to change the rules that she had set out for the safety of the group, and since she was famous for her identity the group itself carried her image. This had made a piss out of Vincent, because for him it was an insult to abuse the groups power to bully people who are weak and to use it for no such reason at all but, Mere entertainment.“we’ll be coming on a Friday. We need to have a get away to take Julia out of that campus. We know her house is just near the academy itself. But, we cannot afford having people to spy on us and tell the others. So keep yourselves alert. I trust you my friends. We will bring Julia back here, if it’s the last thing I do.” He said, as his eye’s flared with determination the bell had rung to signal its time.Epilogue 1The bell also rings in LaSalle, as everybody ran back to their classrooms. Mark’s smile was very much noticeable, that even their teacher ms. Suarez had noticed him, that became a reason for her to call him and do some board work.“Mr. Rosales? This is not the time for daydreaming. And since you have a cute smile on your face, please solve this kinetic force problem?” she said with her right eyebrow raised.This wasn’t a problem for Mark, since he feels inspired enough and the fact that his actually good in physics. So, if he was asked to explain he’ll do just fine with it. While, the rest of the class goes in a racket and teased their new teacher on mark. Yet, he never cares much about what they said as long as he had Julia in his mind.Amie watched mark dreamily went back to his seat, although her heart was in pain. She knew she had nothing more to give except his happiness to whom he likes best. Yet, she does not want to turn him down and decides to find out who the girl mark was talking all about these past few days. It didn’t matter to her anymore what the present had for him and her, and certainly the relationship they had as childhood friends. This was it, Amie was ready to let go of the past and concentrate on grabbing the chance to have mark in the future as her love.The year had just begun, and Amie had planned the year on how she could get back at mark’s heart and make her own. Although it seemed easy for anyone to suggest, her beauty and sexy body was not enough to attract one man’s attention. It wasn’t long before amie realized that there was something with Julia that makes guys like her, and girls lover her, admire her and hate her at the same time. The first event of the year will be held in a week after the exams. The school intramurals will soon begin. This time, she had planned to get mark help her into learning new sports, prepare food and make him feel all of her care, and operation sexy body clothes for him. yet, by the end of the intramurals, she still had no success on what she was planning to do. But, it was something that she would not agree to loose, and set her mind to try again and again.Epilogue 2Amie strives while, vince tries to think of ways on how get in to LaSalle without letting anyone know there identity. The weeks had passed by so quickly, as if time had set itself on a past forward mode, and finally a new month had arrived, a month where spirits are honored and ghostly expeditions or ghost haunting are dared to hold, no other month than November.Epilogue 1While Amie tooked on last stroll on the corners of her school, her cell phone rang and she had quickly answered the call, but, she had failed in the process of answering that she had answered the text message instead. walking as if she was focused on nothing but the text message and phone call that rang a couple of minutes ago, before she could even avoid it,,.` all of a sudden she had bumped hard onto someone and papers flew in the air.“ouch, please be careful next time. I’m sorry sir/mam, but my eyesight isn’t that well until now…”quickly she had ran off to her father’s car and sat down waiting for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-5016668092628875726?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/5016668092628875726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=5016668092628875726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5016668092628875726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5016668092628875726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled-story-in-making.html' title='♫The Untitled Story in the Making♫'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-5801885040730023075</id><published>2008-04-24T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:37.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>↓♫a brief history♫↓</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBBpy2kZOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/nN41XUHoz9M/s1600-h/278488088l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192766692720720162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBBpy2kZOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/nN41XUHoz9M/s320/278488088l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♀a pointless, meaningless, chapter♀&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BHEST: joshua mariz R. pagtalunan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;si joshua, sino po ba sha? para sakin sha po yung bhest ko na mahal na mahal ko ng higit pa sa isang friend at friend. simula ng makilala ko po sha, i love you agad ang sumbat sakin. hahahaha...tama poh ba yun? heart break kasi sha kay jane nun, yung first love nyah. kaya ayun, ng makita atah account ko ako ang pinagtripan message. wala pa kasi po ako phone nun high school eh. 2 year ako nun at 3rd year high school sha. makulit po si joshua, masarap kausap, malambing at sweet. masamang ugali? ayaw nya sabihin yung talagang nasa isip nya, minsan kahit wala sha iniisip mukhang merun pano serious look lague kahit na mukhang unggoy. manila zoo nga tawag ko sakanya. mas pinili ko sha gawin bhest friend kasi ayaw ko sha mawala. hibang ba ang ma inlove sa text? oo. pero, ok lang. one time umiyak ako nun at nasa laguna na kami nakatira nun kahit hindi pa tapos ang school year. tinugtugan nya ako sa guitar ng the day you said goodnight. hehehe eh hindi ko nasabi sakanya na gustong gusto ko ang tunog ng guitara. kaya nun tinugtugan nya ako tumahan ako sa pag-iyak. papano kasi ikaw ba tugtugan at kantahan hindi ka ba mapapangiti? read nyo ang story na to from top to bottom ah. tapusin nyo. hehehe para dun sa wala magawa at trip lang basahin to. pero, dito naman kasi sa blog ko wala mashado nagbabasa kaya baka sa bulletine ko post toh. tapos nun, ginawan nya ako kanta palague kasi ako tumatawag sakanya kahit walang dahilan. gusto ko lang kasi makausap ang bhest ko. guys, alam nyo after nun, nag away kami ulit nun mahal ko kunwari ahahah nun mga oras na yun. pagtawag ko sakanya nag guguitara ulit sha, ayan na naman NARDA naman ngayon. hahaha.. ang corny poh nya ano? lalo na nung ipost nya sa bulletine ang buong pangalan ko at nag i love you kahit hindi ko pa sha ganun ka kilala. dito lang kasi kami sa friendster nun, at para makausap sha pag message walang prob pag dito. pero ng sa cellphone na bumuntot pa ako ng bumuntot kay mama para bigyan ako ng cellphone kahit ericson. hahahan yung luma na model. hindi naman kasi ako malakas sa parents ko eh.kaya kahit masakit kamay ko pag sad sha o wala sa sarili text parin ako ng text greet ko sha kahit nasa tricyle ako nakasakay hahaha tama ba yun nakasabit nanga sa tabi tinetext parin yung bhest friend nya? mahal ko kasi sha, at ayaw ko ng pinababayaan ko ang mahal ko. sumusobra pero, pinipigilan ko. ng mag 4rth year na ako, tagilid ang mundo ko. ayun kahit hirap graduating na kasi, gumawa ako ng way para mapadpad ako ng manila. gustong gusto ko na kasi makita ang bhest ko. ang bhest ko na mahal na mahal ko. kalokohan ko na toh diba? hindi ako baliw sa bhest ko. sira lang talaga ang ulo ko na mahalin sha ng ganito. ng mapadpad ako ng manila hindi ko expect na first sem palang, makikita ko sha, akala ko matatagalan bago ko pa sha makita. nagulat nalang ako ng biglaan mag offer yung classmate ko na ihahatid nya daw ako kaya nun kahit four na ng hapon atras abante ako. kung sasama ako sakanya. ganun ka lakas ang effort ko na gusto ko sha makita, gusto ko sha makasama. sana nga hindi na punta sa wala ang lahat. importante sakin ang bhest ko, dahil si joshua ang una ko friend na guy, una ko bhest na guy, una kong textmate ahahha, una ko friendster. kaya mahirap bumitaw lalo na pagnakahanap na sha ng iba diba?last song na toh, tapos log out na ako papasok ako sa class. want ko na umayos kasi finals na next week. *tayo sa upuan at shut down ang computer, tingin sa kwarto at sa picture nila dalawa ni joshua. bhest ko, i love you very much kahit ganu pa katagal hindi ako mananawa na sabihin sayo yan. alam ko makakahanap ka na ng bago gf kasi my new best friend ka na din, pero don't worry pag naayos ko sarili ko tamo makakikita ka ng bago labas sa mental heheh joke. love you.. bye for now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4799458082289521169-5801885040730023075?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SBBpy2kZOSI/AAAAAAAAABY/nN41XUHoz9M/s72-c/278488088l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-9115623459316777810</id><published>2008-04-23T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T07:02:22.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+anime_reviews_FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST+</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s224.photobucket.com/albums/dd156/Eduito/frikyladas/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Fullmetal_Alchemist_2_PS2_Art_02pe.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="edward 002" src="http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd156/Eduito/frikyladas/Fullmetal_Alchemist_2_PS2_Art_02pe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;THE FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A special review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[THE MANGA&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; i haven't really finished nor started much on the manga but, the sneak peak on how they made the lay out of the cover page and the lines on how they drew made me more than interested into reading and finishing the manga itself. it is a must read for most of you anime fans who want a little something out of the ordinary lovy dovy stories that are as of today we all watch and hear. i mean, the story is magnificient as well as the anime itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[The Anime&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOW! awe struck, i have never seen such great effects, such great dub from the american version and the original dub on japanese. the manga turned out to be more than just a pleasing anime to watch but it also came out to be one of the top best ranks in my list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Character review:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the main character is Alphonese Elric's Older brother Edward Elric. My review on Edward? when it comes to skills he is no better than any other ordinary men. i mean, at his very young age. he is very well, indeed a skillful fighter, intelligent by all means, and has a very excellent choice when it comes to making decisions. although he had made blunders from his past, it isn't really a complete and perfect review neh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Generalization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST IS A MUST SEE ANIME FOR EVERYONE. IT IS COMEDIC AND EDUCATIONAL BOTH AT THE SAME TIME A TOUCHING STORY ABOUT BROTHERLY, FAMILY LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Note: this page review is not yet what you see right now i'm still working on the words and as of now still reading and re-watching everything. from the movie review, series and the manga itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;till then, i got to run and watch hell girl. hahaha see you again soon mina-san!&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/4799458082289521169-9115623459316777810?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/9115623459316777810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=9115623459316777810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/9115623459316777810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/9115623459316777810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/animereviewsfullmetal-alchemist.html' title='+anime_reviews_FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST+'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i224.photobucket.com/albums/dd156/Eduito/frikyladas/th_Fullmetal_Alchemist_2_PS2_Art_02pe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-1887318312568611760</id><published>2008-04-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T06:39:23.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster</title><content type='html'>FRIENDSTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; its an online community just like myspace, it is where you are allowed to express yourself more and meet new friends. the word is online cyber space community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  how many users does it have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; well, on estimated value of computer users most are the youth then followed by adults who wish to find friends, business transactions, endorsements and the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the Value?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; people find ways to communicate with one other through the internet, though it may not be the same as online chatting, it is still one of the great sources of leasure and recreation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Benefits?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; does it give benefits? well, first of all it has easy intructions. anyone can learn right away how to use a friendster account. well, maybe not everyone but as long as you know how to use the computer and the internet i guess it wouldn't be much of a problem right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Danger it brings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; does it have danger to anyone at all? yes. why? well, first of all since it isn't like the chat room where if you find a webcam you would actually see who you are talking with or you get a uick reply. but, its because anyone can pretend to be anyone at all. that is the point that it holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but, in my over all review? i think friendster is one of the best online community sites that has become a part of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-1887318312568611760?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/1887318312568611760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=1887318312568611760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1887318312568611760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1887318312568611760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/friendster.html' title='friendster'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-5752462315784676888</id><published>2008-04-22T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:37.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫first_crush♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA7F9GkZORI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ukTZ1Pj0pwE/s1600-h/jeboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192305073930713362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA7F9GkZORI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ukTZ1Pj0pwE/s320/jeboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;♀jesus Jose B. Escalona♀&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;hey, jebs hahahah.. ahmm hope you don't mind. ahmm.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; this guy is one of my friends and classmates in elementary. ahmm this page i lay it on for him, because i just want everyone to know that its a pleasure having to meet someone like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;message: ahmm jebs, its been awhile. i hope you take care of yourself. ingat ka parati and hope you will always be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;note: the two of us, way back then ALWAYS HAD A FIGHT hahahah, pano po kasi mashadong mayabang sah, pero i guess his change naman kahit papano. although his face has stayed the same as always. hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well, that is all ja ja matte for now everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-5752462315784676888?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/5752462315784676888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=5752462315784676888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5752462315784676888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5752462315784676888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/firstcrush.html' title='♫first_crush♫'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA7F9GkZORI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ukTZ1Pj0pwE/s72-c/jeboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-1334922276549446416</id><published>2008-04-22T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:37.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫My_heart_till_the_end♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA7DDGkZOQI/AAAAAAAAABI/39lzRO2slCU/s1600-h/just+us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192301878475045122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA7DDGkZOQI/AAAAAAAAABI/39lzRO2slCU/s320/just+us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joshua and jess forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hey bhest, you may think that i may be at my worst when i am mad but, i just want you to know that i will always be there for you even if you turned our world upside down. want to know why? because i will always love you even if you don't love me back. even if i do move on, i will always take care of you as promised. take care always loving you always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/27979369/1/351671022"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 210px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="455" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/96/39/27979369/1_351671022l.jpg" width="226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/27979369/1/318890719"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 216px; HEIGHT: 47px" height="48" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/96/39/27979369/1_318890719l.jpg" width="598" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/photos/27979369/1/980763611"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 212px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="342" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/96/39/27979369/1_980763611l.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My best friend and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to everyone who will read this right now? from the very moment you all will happen to pass by in this blog of mine. i just want to share to the world how happy i am to have her with me, all these years. mina-san! DOMO ARIGATOO GOZAIMASU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-1334922276549446416?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/1334922276549446416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=1334922276549446416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1334922276549446416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1334922276549446416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/myhearttilltheend.html' title='♫My_heart_till_the_end♫'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA7DDGkZOQI/AAAAAAAAABI/39lzRO2slCU/s72-c/just+us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-2106503185038494909</id><published>2008-04-22T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:37.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♫Nataline Empaynado♫</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA6_5mkZOPI/AAAAAAAAABA/cFNHT456DfE/s1600-h/aad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192298416731404530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA6_5mkZOPI/AAAAAAAAABA/cFNHT456DfE/s400/aad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;↓♀who is she?♀↓&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;who is this young girl who i can always depend on when i need a shoulder to cry on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;well, she's my younger anime addicted brother's cousin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*pardon my grammar*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but, it doesn't really matter right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;all that i am happy about is that i met her and never let her go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i mean, who where can you find gold in the middle of the city, where everyone is hypocrit, a critic, judgemental and abusive. she may be young, but she has the mind of the youth who would always be willing to trust those who are dear to her. sure, most of the times she may appear to be childish and much more of a negative thinker than i am. but, she is also one of those people who would take good care of you no matter what. the song shooting star on my profile that is found in my first account &lt;a href="mailto:purppledemon33@yahoo.com"&gt;purppledemon33@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; is dedicated just for her. because, in every dark hour in my life, there she is my silver lighting. she is my strenght when am sad, the times i get down she is one of those people i think about and care about. although i may be stubborn at times and most of the times i just let my nerve take over me. i just want to let the whole world know how proud i am to have met her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"NYRA, take care as always. i will and may not always be there for you. but, i will always be watching over you. i love you very much.. take good care of yourself alright?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-2106503185038494909?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/2106503185038494909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=2106503185038494909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/2106503185038494909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/2106503185038494909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/nataline-empaynado.html' title='♫Nataline Empaynado♫'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA6_5mkZOPI/AAAAAAAAABA/cFNHT456DfE/s72-c/aad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-3347358420640571917</id><published>2008-04-22T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T03:45:29.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♠who we really are???: vanity_corpse_clan♠</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.tinypic.com/w0hu9v.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vanity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"vanity is the excessive belief in one's own abilities or attractiveness to others."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In many religions vanity is considered a form of self-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Idolatry" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idolatry"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;idolatry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, in which one rejects God for the sake of one's own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Image" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, and thereby becomes divorced from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Divine grace" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Divine_grace"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;graces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="God" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/God"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. The stories of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Lucifer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucifer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lucifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Narcissus (mythology)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissus_%28mythology%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Narcissus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (who gave us the term &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Narcissism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Narcissism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;narcissism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;), and others, attend to a pernicious aspect of vanity.&lt;br /&gt;Philosophically-speaking, vanity may refer to a broader sense of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Egoism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egoism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;egoism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pride" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Friedrich Nietzsche" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friedrich_Nietzsche"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Friedrich Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; wrote that "vanity is the fear of appearing original: it is thus a lack of pride, but not necessarily a lack of originality."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external autonumber" title="http://www.bartleby.com/66/51/41651.html" href="http://www.bartleby.com/66/51/41651.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; One of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Mason Cooley" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mason_Cooley"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mason Cooley's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Aphorism" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphorism"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;aphorisms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; is "Vanity well fed is benevolent. Vanity hungry is spiteful."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external autonumber" title="http://www.bartleby.com/66/44/14144.html" href="http://www.bartleby.com/66/44/14144.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In early Christian teachings vanity is considered an example of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pride" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pride"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, one of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Seven deadly sins" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seven deadly sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The symbolism of vanity:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Western art, vanity was often symbolized by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Peacock" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Peacock"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;peacock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, and in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bible" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bible"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Biblical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; terms, by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Whore of Babylon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whore_of_Babylon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whore of Babylon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. In secular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Allegory" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Allegory"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;allegory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, vanity was considered one of the minor vices. During the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Renaissance" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Renaissance"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Renaissance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, vanity was invariably represented as a naked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Woman" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Woman"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, sometimes seated or reclining on a couch. She attends to her hair with comb and mirror. The mirror is sometimes held by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Demon" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demon"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;demon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; or a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Putto" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Putto"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;putto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. Other symbols of vanity include jewels, gold coins, a purse, and often by the figure of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Death" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; himself.&lt;br /&gt;Often we find an inscription on a scroll that reads Omnia Vanitas ("All is Vanity"), a quote from the Latin translation of the Book of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ecclesiastes" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ecclesiastes"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ecclesiastes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanity#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Although that phrase, itself depicted in a type of still life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Vanitas" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanitas"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vanitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, originally referred not to obsession with one's appearance, but to the ultimate fruitlessness of man's efforts in this world, the phrase summarizes the complete preoccupation of the subject of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;"The artist invites us to pay lip-service to condemning her," writes Edwin Mullins, "while offering us full permission to drool over her. She admires herself in the glass, while we treat the picture that purports to incriminate her as another kind of glass—a window—through which we peer and secretly desire her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vanity#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[2]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; The theme of the recumbent woman often merged artistically with the non-allegorical one of a reclining &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Venus (god)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Venus_%28god%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;In his table of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Seven deadly sins" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seven_deadly_sins"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Seven Deadly Sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Hieronymus Bosch" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hieronymus_Bosch"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hieronymus Bosch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; depicts a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Bourgeoisie" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bourgeoisie"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bourgeois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; woman admiring herself in a mirror held up by a devil. Behind her is an open jewelry box. A painting attributed to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Nicolas Tournier" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicolas_Tournier"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nicolas Tournier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, which hangs in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ashmolean Museum" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ashmolean_Museum"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ashmolean Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, is An Allegory of Justice and Vanity. A young woman holds a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Weighing scale" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weighing_scale#Balances"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, symbolizing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Justice" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Justice"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;; she does not look at the mirror or the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Skull" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skull"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; on the table before her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Johannes Vermeer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Johannes_Vermeer"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Vermeer's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; famous painting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Girl with a Pearl Earring" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_with_a_Pearl_Earring"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Girl with a Pearl Earring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; is sometimes believed to depict the sin of vanity, as the young girl has adorned herself before a glass without further positive allegorical attributes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="external autonumber" title="http://essentialvermeer.20m.com/cat_about/necklace.htm" href="http://essentialvermeer.20m.com/cat_about/necklace.htm" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[3]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; All is Vanity, by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Charles Allan Gilbert" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Allan_Gilbert"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Charles Allan Gilbert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (1873-1929), carries on this theme. An &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Optical illusion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Optical_illusion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;optical illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;, the painting depicts what appears to be a large grinning skull. Upon closer examination, it reveals itself to be a young woman gazing at her reflection in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Such artistic works served to warn viewers of the ephemeral nature of youthful beauty, as well as the brevity of human life and the inevitability of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Death" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;corpse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A cadaver or corpse is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Death" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Death"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a title="Human body" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_body"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;human body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. "Cadaver" is normally used as a more formal name for a body being used in medical training or research.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠ ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VANITY CORPSE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MEANS IN THE DEATH THERE IS BEAUTY. WHILE THE LIVING TREASURE NONE. DEATH IS NOT ONLY WHEN A PERSON DIES, IT IS WHEN A PERSON IS BEING BETRAYED OR KILLED BY HEART AND SPIRIT. THAT ONE LOST HOPE, IT BECOMES A SIGN OF A PERSON LIVING AND YET AT THE SAME TIME DYING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:VANITY CORPSE TRIBE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;iTs soul purpose is to regain broken spirits that had been badly wounded,and yet time could not possibly heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4799458082289521169-3347358420640571917?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/3347358420640571917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=3347358420640571917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3347358420640571917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3347358420640571917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-we-really-are-vanitycorpseclan.html' title='♠who we really are???: vanity_corpse_clan♠'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i30.tinypic.com/w0hu9v_th.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-5945263759681924830</id><published>2008-04-22T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:37.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♠pochii♠</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA2tCGkZOOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nBMjHyvNB_w/s1600-h/friend.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA2tCGkZOOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nBMjHyvNB_w/s320/friend.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191996197062654178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;☺pochii☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;talk about having it all loose on srew ups. vanity corpse clan stood a whole lot better than uvc. i mean, ng makilala ko si pochii medjo kumalma na ang ugali ko. sana nga its for the good na. thanks at nagkarun ako ng friend na kagaya ni poch2x hehehe sana hindi magbago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;act:tagalog mode aKo now eh hahahahah&lt;&lt;&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/4799458082289521169-5945263759681924830?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/5945263759681924830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=5945263759681924830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5945263759681924830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/5945263759681924830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/pochii.html' title='♠pochii♠'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA2tCGkZOOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/nBMjHyvNB_w/s72-c/friend.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-7671301284435012903</id><published>2008-04-21T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:37.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥CaNdy_ClaSsiFiEd_LoVe?♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA2oTGkZONI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QPPU2j-62Xg/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA2oTGkZONI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QPPU2j-62Xg/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191990991562291410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;♣SwEet_vibrant_friendly_love♣&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     [&gt;&gt;&gt;]    to find a friend who will accompany you in every plan you make, even if you had just met him/her for the first time is a very rare acquaintance indeed. i mean, after a horrible betrayal was made you find, life suddenly rushing into your own course just the way you had always wanted it to be then all of a sudden you remind yourself that you shouldn't be trusting to much but, then you come back into the same old trusting person that you are. well, i know that this may sound totally crazy, and nuts. but, well, i just want to tell this to the world. it is indeed an honor to meet someone like her. i mean, come on... look what she has done for me, when i haven't done anything for her in return. though i do know that sometime soon, i would have to return the favor. sooner or later i'd be the one doing something of value for her. but, until then am thankful that i met this person, coz she made things possible for me. i mean, if it wasn't for her, i guess i would have been moping around the bushes and beating myself to death thinking about how the world has been oh so cruel to me lately. right? i mean, its really kind of something to meet angels on earth without you having to notice that person right away right? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;well, this one is just a little shrine for her. MYKA.. thank you for everything that you have done for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/826/826572cuy048jdqt.gif" border="0" height="70" width="70" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/433/433970o8lcd5hrbz.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/433/433969ae6mmke05q.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-7671301284435012903?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/7671301284435012903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=7671301284435012903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/7671301284435012903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/7671301284435012903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/candyclassifiedlove.html' title='♥CaNdy_ClaSsiFiEd_LoVe?♥'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SA2oTGkZONI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QPPU2j-62Xg/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-6836396349918294079</id><published>2008-04-18T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T20:34:30.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♣creepy_people?♣</title><content type='html'>Note to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"if you ever try to put yourself into someone, it doesn't matter if you feel comfortable with that person or not. what matters most is that you put trust but you leave a large portion for yourself so that when the long run runs out... you don't get hurt as much..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me. you wouldn't want to be in the same shoes that i was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have much time to lay everything i am thinking in this blog. but, right now as i drop by from time to time and take good care of this page, i just want everyone to hear out my little aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ♥trust is a very important ingredient in any relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠ friendship is as important as trust. because without friendship "LOVE" would have never been created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♠Love is the equal to all the main ingredients. this is the result of trust,faith and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in order to create an almost perfect relationship. one must learn to "give" and "take" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are a few of the values i learned in life.&lt;br /&gt;that i wish to understand and share with everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-6836396349918294079?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/6836396349918294079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=6836396349918294079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/6836396349918294079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/6836396349918294079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/creepypeople.html' title='♣creepy_people?♣'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-1696384281079945397</id><published>2008-04-17T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T07:11:39.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;&gt;un_ending_lies</title><content type='html'>::LIFE::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;the&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEMENTARY::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always thought about life, as book. where you are given the chance to write your own story, and make the most of what you have. believing that there is a God to fear, that destiny exist and fate and reality  are two of the realization i have to face. I believed, for the longest of time, that things happen for a reason, and that nothing in this world was a coincidence. my line of thought seemed rather farthest than of those in my age and my grade, but hey its just the way i looked in life. believing that things will always stay the same, no matter what the circumstances maybe, everything will be alright no matter how big the mess may have happened and occured, and most importantly i had a very strong positive outlook in life since i had my anime and imagination to satisfy my fantasy and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HighSchool::&lt;br /&gt;the very moment i had my feet planted on the school grounds of De lasalle lipa. my heart went totally wild. i wanted things to go better in my high school life, i wanted everything to fall into place, i always planned, i always schemed, i always looked forward to something.believing that in every hardship, it will always be rewarded, in every truth it will be given the same. but, then i was amazed to find love when i wasn't thinking, to find friends when i wasn't looking and to find enemies when i wasn't trying. there was just a part of me when i was in elementary that they never wanted, and i should have kept all these years because it was the only thing i held for a treasure to keep. if only i had been stronger enough to keep that happy, positive, perky and sweet side of me. i wouldn't be in this mess that i am right now. but, then i learned it all in my high school life, that a friend once told me before me parted ways that "things change and people do so too..." from then on, i never realize until i finally felt what she had meant. it wasn't just me who had the problem but, it was also the people around me. i guess i was just young back then, not being able to hold strong of what i believed to be my philosophy in life. but, at least although somethings in my heart and mind had change, there were things left untacted, and that was to believe that if you give kindness, it will always be rewarded back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;from the very first time i sat foot here in manila, everything i stood for, i had always reminded myself of the sweetness and bitterness of my past, for there were no more sweet memories to grab hold of a destiny untold. fate was calling my name, and i never even realize how stupid i was to let myself fall in a pit of darkness. i never learned so much, in a year i had strived hard to teach myself to be strong, to firmly believe but then in the end althouge  i held on. i still manage to let go of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life::for me as of now, is a random thing. it is normal and abnormal at the same time. you find life, in the most unexpected places. you find nothing worth fighting for if you loose to what you believe, and that you should never let go of the people you held dear if you know that they will fall into the hands of someone who will only hurt them more than just a flick of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life, is like a domino played in a line, when turned down everything follows as it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-1696384281079945397?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/1696384281079945397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=1696384281079945397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1696384281079945397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/1696384281079945397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/unendinglies.html' title='&gt;&gt;&gt;un_ending_lies'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-6344235398776019906</id><published>2008-04-17T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T01:47:25.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>♠DeaTh_tO_a_GodDess♠</title><content type='html'>upfront you find me invisible. i will let you die in pain. i will not stop for any cause, until our fatal music stops playing. this story you started i thought it has already ended, who would ever even realize this sanity you have given me, will be the cause of your dear life. say that i am evil, say that i am merciless, but the music gives me the power and strenght to demolished your shrine. within me, HATRED will never disappear, even if i try to Love you back as friend who i care so much, i will not let you out without any mercy at all. you shall perish in my hands, in my heart you will hold this funeral. die you bastard, die for making my heart bleed. now it is no longer beating, find the key to make it run again. damn you asshole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-6344235398776019906?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/6344235398776019906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=6344235398776019906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/6344235398776019906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/6344235398776019906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/deathtoagoddess.html' title='♠DeaTh_tO_a_GodDess♠'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-3803102717713565073</id><published>2008-04-17T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:46:38.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>♦HiStOriCaL BeTrAyAL♦</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOSHUA MARIZ R. PAGTALUNAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190127013524145074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SAcJBTREA7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/WKopT2yEKx8/s320/joshua+crap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he was my "FIRST LOVE". my "FIRST BHEST FRIEND"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;this guy was the crap i was in_love with even before i was in_love with my first boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If only i can turn back time and used my mind more than just had fun, i guess i wouldn't be in this mess. This guy who i trusted so much with all my heart, with all my life was the last guy on earth that i would ever even try to forgive. If you would ask me to Define betrayal and Traitor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'd give you his Name. He Will forever BE in my Death List!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;do i have the REASONS TO BE ANGRY, TO BE MAD, TO BE FURIOUS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YESSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i know it was wrong to trust too much, but MAN this was one hell of a trust i'd never give back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;along time ago, i learned how to love, how to value a friend too much, how to sacrifice almost everything i have just to make that "special someone happy" but, then in the end he ended up Hurting me as BADLY as no one had ever DONE it to me. i guess he is the Very First person who i will never ever forget. Even if i do learned to forgive that person, i think i would just never learn to forget what wrong he has done. because of this, the course of my life has forever changed. the times i spent thinking of you was in great pain and misery when i believed in every word you had said to me. while you told me you would take good care of me, even as a friend you would learn to value me. but, it was the biggest mistake i ever ever did. it was the biggest and loudest mistake i will never ever forget!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;one word for you JOSHUA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;F- URY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;            U- NENDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;      C-IRCLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; K -ILLS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"DIE ASSHOLE DIE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4799458082289521169-3803102717713565073?l=unendingscream.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/feeds/3803102717713565073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4799458082289521169&amp;postID=3803102717713565073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3803102717713565073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4799458082289521169/posts/default/3803102717713565073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://unendingscream.blogspot.com/2008/04/historical-betrayal.html' title='♦HiStOriCaL BeTrAyAL♦'/><author><name>LaDy Vampriest</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gXHwQ1XyEe0/SAcJBTREA7I/AAAAAAAAAAo/WKopT2yEKx8/s72-c/joshua+crap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4799458082289521169.post-8557734855754551895</id><published>2008-04-17T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T02:24:01.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>↓♂pPaGe_OwNeR♂↓</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;INTRODUCTION&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♠ ♠ ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;the owner of this page was born on the month of August 5th year 1989, in an Hospital in Cebu City, philippines. yet, she had lived all of her life in a small town in bauan, batangas city. where she had studied, learned to make friends, understood what life was about. her full name is Giselle Maris A. Bacalla, she is as of now already 19 years old this coming August of year 2008.Currently, she has stopped her studies, but her current course as of now was Corporate Communication in St.Paul University Manila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♣ ♣ ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Name:: Giselle Maris A. Bacalla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Stage Name: Marianne Lee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;birthMonth: August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;birthdate: 05&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Birthyear: 1989&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zodiac Sign: Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chinese Year: Snake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Zodiac: Leo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Age: 18 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;height: 4"9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;skin: flesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;eyes: brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hair: Black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Food: Icescream(double dutch),cake(double dutch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;drinks: water, juice(tropicana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:Addicted to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Music: japanese music, american music, philippine local music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Genre: emo/jrock/punkrock/metal/jpop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANIME: vision of escaflowne, Jigoku shoujo ai, la corda oro primo paso, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Detective School Q, captain tsubasa, black jack, hanazakari no kimitachi,card captor sakura, tsubasa chronicles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:LOVES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Reading books, writing stories/novels/fan fictions/songs, singing, dancing, playing sports,hanging around,chatting with friends, food trip, anime hunting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:HATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;being laugh at, getting wet in an important occation, talk shit by a friend treated very dearly, doing house hold chores, ranting of her mother, complaints of his older brother, people who say they hate themselves and when told shit they say they aren't like that. pretenders, back stabbers, time consuming people, demanding people for such reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:EMAIL ADDRESSE'S:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♣ &lt;a href="mailto:purppledemon33@yahoo.com"&gt;purppledemon33@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; ♣&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♠ &lt;a href="mailto:vanitybyrequest@yahoo.com"&gt;vanitybyrequest@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOIN MY GROUPS ON FRIENDSTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♣ &lt;a href="mailto:vanitycorpseclan@yahoo.com"&gt;vanitycorpseclan@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; ♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♦ &lt;a href="mailto:uvc30@yahoo.com"&gt;uvc30@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; ♦&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♠♠♠♠♠♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;people who matter most to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;♠♠♠♠♠♠&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nataline Empaynado♣Nyra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dexter Reyes♠Dex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shieka aljunaibi♦Necrof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New 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