<?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-28319189</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:32:46.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28319189.post-4603375228851400870</id><published>2007-05-14T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T20:53:43.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long break...</title><content type='html'>Hey all! Been gone for a very long time as you may have noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been into a few things here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am updating my blog. Giving it a new feel and touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_~ Something's gonna brew up now and then. Or should I say brewing already? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned and take care all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~†Vien&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-4603375228851400870?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/4603375228851400870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=4603375228851400870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/4603375228851400870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/4603375228851400870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2007/05/after-long-break.html' title='After a long break...'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-116541152866667257</id><published>2006-12-06T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T05:27:50.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses blown on a paper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wrote something on a piece of paper on school, today. Guess what I wrote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Flashes of memory*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Light falls diagonally on a classroom, I was sitting by the window the wind blowing on my face and the sun's rays casting an aura about me.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Scratching noise.... plays with the pen and scratches his head***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grayscale...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light plays on my face,&lt;br /&gt;I wrote freely without pace,&lt;br /&gt;Blindly I ran through the dark,&lt;br /&gt;The only light my heart,&lt;br /&gt;With its fleeting spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words that are so cheesy,&lt;br /&gt;Deep in I feel queasy,&lt;br /&gt;I thought this would be easy,&lt;br /&gt;Words slip from my mind as if greasy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting dizzy and lost in the search for words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends the verses and lines,&lt;br /&gt;And with it the rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;The first note of many symphonies,&lt;br /&gt;The scenery glowing with fireflies,&lt;br /&gt;Hear now the symphonies of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along I've been hiding in my shell,&lt;br /&gt;With only my shyness and smiles to sell,&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone a lost little cell,&lt;br /&gt;Fearing that I may make a wrong step,&lt;br /&gt;Longing for acceptance and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last years of gloom ended,&lt;br /&gt;The tears stoppped falling,&lt;br /&gt;Fear itself was running,&lt;br /&gt;A few talks all it took,&lt;br /&gt;And a whole new step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but ask the stars if all this is concidence... chance or maybe choice... all I know is that I'm here... with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me why I was silent I answered "Must be the weather." When I turned around I whispered "coz I'm afraid to tell you how I really feel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***The scratching of the pen ends***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote something on a piece of paper on school, today. Guess what I wrote?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote our names...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-116541152866667257?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/116541152866667257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=116541152866667257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/116541152866667257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/116541152866667257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/12/roses-blown-on-paper.html' title='Roses blown on a paper...'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-116540681234433717</id><published>2006-12-06T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T04:11:46.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling leaves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I won't be apologizing if I haven't posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rather I would like to apologize if I haven't spared you guys much time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let's say I drove through Life Interstate and Lane 143, that is if you get my drift. I've been sentimental/emotional (not rock type mind you ^_~) just reflecting on very simple things in life. Painting my own picture blending reality and fantasy, writing poems, composing a song, trying to sing without much success that is and... oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There's something new.... Photo Editting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our Computer Subject is just &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;fun! A dose of fun, multiply laughter to the next level, and lots to learn! (I'm like endorsing a movie eh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well... I think that may be all for now. I'm going to start posting again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Vien&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/28319189-116540681234433717?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/116540681234433717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=116540681234433717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/116540681234433717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/116540681234433717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/12/falling-leaves.html' title='Falling leaves...'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-115563991110120633</id><published>2006-08-15T04:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T04:05:11.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories, questions, chance or choice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She just came from school and decided to drop by for a cup of coffee. She left her things on the chair in front of me and went inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took slow and careful sips and wondered about the events yesterday. Yesterday’s events that kept washing over me like a tidal wave and started a debate in my head regarding the topics about mere chance and destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wasn’t it that most chances are forms of destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She came out of the coffee shop with a smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So what made you drop by?” I asked grinning and yearning to know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just another curious question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled and raised an eyebrow and cocked her head at one side looking thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My feet just led me here.” She smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh I see…” I said waiting for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Alright you saw through me. I just had a gut feeling. Hmm… why are you so curious?” She smiled and had a questioning and playful smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was just wondering.” I said and added “Hmm… do you believe that chances and small events turn out to be the turning points in our lives?” I asked offhand and half to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her turn to look at me wonderingly and what made me ask that question. She traced the brim of her cup while thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was silent for a long while then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are different than most people.” And she stared at me in the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was not a cold stare, just full of seriousness and a deepness I can’t understand. I just gazed at her and pondering her reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Events no matter how small or trivial are turning points in our lives, Mel.” She said as she was looking at the street but her eyes were glassy as if she were not there. “A simple bump can turn your life upside down or in a full spin. People think of chance as something less like coincidence for they fear something… they fear change. And change means to adapt to something they like or not. But that is destiny and that is what is meant to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat there in deep thought and replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But not everything that is meant to be is meant to be, but what we choose it to be.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just smiled there and looked a little sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is everything alright Nicelle?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She just smiled at me with a hint of loneliness in her eyes. Moments of silence passed and she just took continuous sips as the sun bathed the both of us in light and making the surroundings glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An idea crossed my mind and I stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me questioningly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The sun’s shining and it’s not crying, the birds are singing and chirping, the wind is laughing not mourning, and the day is still young, for this is a day of happiness not of mourning.” I finished with a smile and bowing as if reciting grandly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her waiting for a reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hesitating and bit her lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed too then we gathered our things and our drinks and walked towards the park. She was smiling all the way and a little flushed maybe because of the heat. We chatted about how things were at her school and how things were with mine. Then we arrived at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat by a tree on a big field with some trees and a like by the side. I swear it was nice and a little breath-taking, you could see the children playing about, the shadows cast by the clouds, the wind on your face, people laughing and the chirping of the birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rested her back on the tree and just drank in the sight before her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I remember when I was a child I used to play by the lake and splash around.” She said reminiscently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought my guitar and took it out and played a few songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me lazily and said “That’s a nice song where did you learn that?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grinned and told her simply “From an old song book.” She chuckled and listened to the music as we just sat there in peace. Then she took out some books from her bag and started reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hotdog vendor passed us and walked towards the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you hungry?” I asked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yup, you bet. And you?” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah, wait here I’ll get us some food.” I said and jogged towards the vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicelle was watching Melchi as he ran towards the hotdog vendor and couldn’t help but giggle and wonder if this was all coincidence. She thought of yesterday’s events and sat there deep in thought. Yet she was feeling something strange… she could feel warmth and comfort toward him. “Maybe it is just how I feel towards him as a friend.” She mumbles but doubts herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Two hotdogs please and some iced tea.” I told the vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You got it! Cough up man this is going to be a handful.” He said grinning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks!” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Are you with that beautiful lady up at the hill and by the hill?” He said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yup I am with her.” I said “and yes she is beautiful, well… a beautiful personality.” I added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are lucky man to have a girl like her. Well good day to the both of you!” He smiles and looks at Nicelle and gives his cap a tweak and goes away waving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wait! She’s not…” I called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards the hill and was very bothered by what the man said. I know we only knew each other for more than a day. She has a nice personality, high sense of humor, cute, beautiful… personality and is outspoken in a good manner. We have a lot in common like love for coffee, star gazing, walking under the rain and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why am I bothered so much?” I muttered to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just can’t explain this sudden sheepishness and happiness in me. Maybe it has something to do with friendship because I am comfortable and happy around her all the time.&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me smiling. “That was fast. You must really be starving, come on let’s eat.” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled and gave her, her hotdog and her Ice Tea. While we were eating I just kept on stealing glances at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is something wrong with my hair or face?” she asked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh? What? No. Nothing.” I stammered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then why have you been stealing glances at me then?” She asked suspiciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you talking about?” I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Maybe I just imagined it.” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate and talked about the children playing and our childhood. Listened to the splashing of other kids and parents by the lake and talked on a wide variety of topics as the wind played with our hair and as we sat under the tree’s shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She yawned and set down her books. “I’m sleepy and tired.” She said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do you want to go home?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No I just wanna stay here; it’s such a loss to miss such a beautiful day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she leans back and rests her head on my shoulders. She looks at me for a moment. “Don’t you dare move too much or I’ll leave a mark on your ribs as a reminder of what you have done.” She said chuckling a little bit and went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and told her to rest and I played her a song as she slept. After some time I look at her and wonder if it really was destiny that made us meet. Was it something more? Or is the world, as they say, just small where people bump into each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind played with her hair and her hair danced on her hair. She looked really at peace just sleeping there, her head resting on my shoulder. A woman is even more beautiful when she is at peace, as the sunlight makes a glow around her, and when you are with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is simple, smart, amazing, funny and a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile and combed her hair slightly and gazed at the skies…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What shall happen again? What is next? What shall become? Is destiny really choice? Or is it pure chance? Or could it be a mixture of both? Chapter 3 arrives… as the sun that rises.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-115563991110120633?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/115563991110120633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=115563991110120633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115563991110120633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115563991110120633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/08/memories-questions-chance-or-choice.html' title='Memories, questions, chance or choice?'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-115374864026319585</id><published>2006-07-24T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:55:45.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sip of Coffee, A sunset what next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sitting outside in a coffee table sipping a frapuccino. No one knows what I'm thinking. Just watching the crowd pass by and letting time move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jut me drowned in my own thoughts... sipping my coffee lazily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone tapped me on the shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A sweet voice behind me asks "Is this seat taken?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I turn around to see her smiling and looking at me questioningly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Nah feel free to sit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I reply flashing a warm smile of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;First few minuites in silence... just me drowning in my thoughts as usual and idly taking a sip out of my Frapuccino and her taking continous sips from her Black Coffee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The silence was broken by a question....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Why is life... life?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I look at her astounded and quite confused about the question she raised and wondering if I should answer it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She looked at me deeply in the eyes. Just a steady expressionless gaze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I took a sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Life is simply as it is, what it is, how it is and why it is. As simplicity is perfect but deep."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She looked wonderingly at me and smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She took a sip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Thanks Mr. ?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Melchi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She laughs a bit. "Melchi... nice name... hihih" she says it playfully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"And may know as what your name is?" I say grinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sips a bit of coffe, glances at her watch and smiles. "Why?" she says simply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Payback? Just joking." I said grinning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Silly heh... just call me Nicelle. My name is Katie Nicelle Jennifer May Miller. In short Nicelle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I smile and speak her name "Nicelle..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You can't make fun of my name unlike yours.... Melchi... cheese? heh" She jokes around again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We talk for a long time as our drinks were slowly running out. There was a wide variety of subjects covered changing and jumping quickly like a wind changes its direction. From a simple ballpen to Politics, education to Faith and Life to Perfection. It was already 5:30 PM and you could see the sun, a blood-orange ball attracting every eye, sinking into the Horizon to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"It's just beautiful how the sun meets the earth..." she says half to herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I look at the same direction "It reminds me of many things and tikles an emotion in me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She looks wonderingly at me and smiles knowingly. And we continue talking but this time about what we do, where do we study in short getting to know each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It got dark and there were stars appearing like white lily flowers in May. We both look up as the street lights started turning on around us bathing us in orange light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"So simple and so deep. You know what I used to spend my teenage days gazing up at them and fall asleep by the window sill. Lucky though I didn't fell." I said remembering those star gazing nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She smiles and looks a little surprised. "You love star gazing too?" she laughs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Nothing" she says playfully and she fell silent an air of recalling around her. "Most people make fun of me for my love for stars and star gazing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ohhh I see... same here." I said as I raised my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She giggles right on the spot and I swear she blushed. We got our things and agreed that I would walk her home since it was dark. I don't have a car just a bike which I chose to leave behind at home for an unkown reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We were walking by the park. Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It rained.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She squealed a little bit and not knowing it would rain I have no umbrella. Just great, but I brought a Trench Coat with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I asked her to wear it. But she refused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I am not wearing that with you getting wet in the rain. Something might happen to you." Concern and firmness in her voice and face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Alright let's both share" I said smiling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We tried to fit in my Trench Coat but as it was only made for one person the result was that one of us could only fit in. Not to mention on the first try I actually got my head in where the arms are placed wierd but yah it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She said something that made me smile, left me speechless and shock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Since this Coat of yours can't fit on us both. Let's just walk under the rain. It's night time anyway hehe..." she laughs and says it in a chidlish way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ok... sure if you're up to it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She ruffles my hair and pouts. "You think I am a kid don't you?" and smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was silent and grinned instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We walked under the rain and she asked "Most people find it romantic to walk under the rain. You know why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I shrugged and knuckled my brains for an answer but my emotional side took over me and I said "Coz rain is so unexpected that it brings people close together, huddled together when it rains. Destiny at it's finest and most romantic aspect." I finished with a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She tapped her lips thoughtfully and smiled "Rain is the very crossroad of life where 2 or more people meet unexpectedly and as you said, destiny at its finest." She shook her head and I heard a sniff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You're having a cold wear..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She cut me from mid-sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She rounded at me and I noticed her eyes were a bit red and puffy. I wonder if that had anything to do with a simple cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"I am not wearing it and you getting soaked like a duckling." she said firmly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Concerned painted my face and I look in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Really everything's ok heh... don't worry" She smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We walked in silence and rather close to each other for it was getting darker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She shivers.... "Cold... so cold..." she says as she rubs her arms around her. And hugs herself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I put my arm on her shoulder. "Erm... hope you don't get mad. Just helping yah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She smiles and cuddles with me and holds me close. A warm murmured "Thanks".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The rain pours on and we finally reach her home. She turns around and looks at my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She says goodnight and goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I say my own goodnight and goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I turn around thinking of what happened this day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There was a tap on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There she was smiling and looking at me and acting a little childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Wanna come in? My mom and dad can cook us something up you know. And I asked their permission it's ok with them. C'mon."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"You sure it's fine with them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Yupy yup yup!" she smiles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I grin "Alright but coffee again if you don't mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She laughs "Sure! And what shall be the meal for your appetizer sir?" She jokes around and pretends to be a hotel waitress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Silly heh..." I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We went inside her house......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She introduced me to her mom and dad who were beaming at me warmly. We all sat in the table and ate with much laughing, talking and joking. Again we all got to know each other. I was walking towards a window and watching it rain outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Nice thing the rain does at night, don't you think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I smiled and thought to myself. "Yah... very..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She looks at me and asks "Shall I see you again tomorrow?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I look at her and take a sip of coffee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Time will tell Nicelle..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She looks a bit sad but smiled and the rain stopped pouring. I went home and her waving goodbye and her parents as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;THE NEXT DAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was again sitting by the same table and sipping my same old time favourite drink, Frapuccino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Someone tapped my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Is this seat taken?" A playful voice says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I turned around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was the last person I expected to show up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Hey stranger" she said smiling at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We laugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Nah feel free to sit." I said smiling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who knows what's next? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;There might be a part 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Did I mention that it is also raining here? And night time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Destiny....&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/28319189-115374864026319585?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/115374864026319585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=115374864026319585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115374864026319585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115374864026319585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/07/sip-of-coffee-sunset-what-next.html' title='A sip of Coffee, A sunset what next?'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-115292659788157191</id><published>2006-07-14T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T05:54:58.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R    E    N    T</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heaven knows what...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed that chance once... I won't do it again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;By: Vientiane T. Pajo (a.k.a Star Gazer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Author's Note:: This entry is dedicated and for Myelle...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am regreting that time I signed-out from Yahoo Messenger™ just dropping you a message and thinking you were not online. Now I am sitting here typing this and soundtripping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am in regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am drowned in my own misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I should've stayed online wait for all eternity and I don't care how long. I got your offline message you were so sad for I didn't wait for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am so sorry that I didn't wait for you... Light! I am so sorry here I am sitting in my chair stopping the tears but in my heart tears are flodding me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Just wishing that you could fogive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I want to talk to you, be with you, tell you how sorry I am and something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But I logged off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I can't change what I did but I want you to know this... I might not be able to change that but I am not gonna let that happen again. And this time it will be different.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I know I sound like shit and look like a helpless romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coz that is how I feel and who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your last message asking me why I logged off... when I checked my YM for after an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I feel so lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am in guilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wish that you were reading this with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I wanna look in your eyes as you read each sentence... each line or word. By your side and smile as you lift your face from this essay or whatever they call it I am writing and tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I don't want to say too much "If's" coz what happened... happened but if there was a time I would use that word...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'd say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;If I stayed online I would be very happy and told you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tell you these words I have been trying to tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for months has been growing in me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I won't make it longer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I'll look in your eyes and tell you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;That day I told you I like you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I meant every word to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who knows where will this lead?&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/28319189-115292659788157191?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/115292659788157191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=115292659788157191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115292659788157191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115292659788157191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/07/r-e-n-t.html' title='R    E    N    T'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-115184540601167246</id><published>2006-07-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T02:36:54.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#266447;"&gt;A friend of mine said I could make a song out of this poem of mine... if... it were shorter. ^_^ hope you peepz out there like it! :D happy reading too yah all! Hello July!! :P Autumn is at our doorsteps... hmm... the nights are getting colder... there are still the stars and rains... ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Untitled Poetry…&lt;br /&gt;By: Vientiane Melchizedek T. Pajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own life is such a big puzzle&lt;br /&gt;My heart screams at me it needs a muzzle&lt;br /&gt;My very soul cowers in one side&lt;br /&gt;I look like a corpse with each stride&lt;br /&gt;All those changed till I saw you one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my friends one afternoon&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue your name pulled my ear&lt;br /&gt;They say you and I have a lot in common&lt;br /&gt;So curious you are to know us&lt;br /&gt;I too am so curious to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes were like deep pools&lt;br /&gt;I could spend the whole day looking at them&lt;br /&gt;Not noticing time that passes&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I read the words that describe you&lt;br /&gt;A loud beat from my heart greeted each word from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I like to gaze at the stars at night&lt;br /&gt;Just let our minds and hearts take flight&lt;br /&gt;I too love to walk under the rain&lt;br /&gt;Watch the sunsets with the one I love&lt;br /&gt;And kiss her under the rain and the starry nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw your page in the net&lt;br /&gt;I got even more curious on how you think&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but admire you a lot&lt;br /&gt;It is not how you look or your smiles and eyes&lt;br /&gt;But it is who you are and see life that I like most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________&lt;br /&gt;I admire you so much&lt;br /&gt;Without having seen you in person&lt;br /&gt;What more if I spend my time with you&lt;br /&gt;What more if I see you and talk to you&lt;br /&gt;The inevitable will happen and that is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall fall in love with you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes are deeper than any sea&lt;br /&gt;Your smile brighter than sapphires&lt;br /&gt;Your words caress my heart with each word.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ciao!&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/28319189-115184540601167246?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/115184540601167246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=115184540601167246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115184540601167246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115184540601167246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-back-again.html' title='I am back again!'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-115029398742177510</id><published>2006-06-14T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:06:27.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A happening... a decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;One school day... during CL Class...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher asked the students to close their eyes and relax. Almost all of the students thought &lt;em&gt;"Another meditation stuff... pif..."&lt;/em&gt; what they didn't know is that it was something more....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Imagine that you are a bed-ridden patient, lying in a bed... waiting for your time..." &lt;/em&gt;the CL teacher said. &lt;em&gt;"The doctor tells you that you only have 2 hours and a Half to live who are the 4 people that you would like to see and talk to before you die?" &lt;/em&gt;He continues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One student in particular named Melvin picked the 4 most important people in his life besides God. &lt;em&gt;"Mom, Dad, Elle, Min" &lt;/em&gt;and he imagined them at first he thought everything was ok... but he was slowly swept by the tide of emotions while telling to each one of them in his mind his parting words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only an hour left to live.... says the doctor to you... choose the 2 people you want to speak and talk too..." &lt;/em&gt;The CL Teachers says calmly... background music plays and it slowly affects Melvin... and some other people in the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Elle, Min..." &lt;/em&gt;Said Melvin to his mind... and talked to them silently. Unknowingly tears brimmed his eyes... chocking it back... his head felt light and he felt as if he were really in the scene... he was not acting. His emotions carried him and words poured out of his mind... into what seemed to be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Half an hour... just one person.... who?" &lt;/em&gt;Said the Teacher softly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Who? Both are close to my heart and very important to me... both......" &lt;/em&gt;Melvin thought sweat was slowly beading in his head in small amounts... he didn't know who... but his heart took over... and whispered a name.... &lt;em&gt;"Min.................."&lt;/em&gt; and Melvin was so shocked.... his bestfriend since he was in pre-school. Since he was 3 years old.... he again imagined everything he wanted to tell her. Every last thing... tears burned his skin.... as he taught... explained.... imagined something that felt so real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Only 5 minuites to live... give that person a gift he/she won't forget and will bring wherever she is... what she is doing and whatever happens..." &lt;/em&gt;Said the Teacher calmly and pacing softly... like the silent beat of death creeping... and drawing near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if I kissed her? That is rude you silly little boy!!!!...." &lt;/em&gt;Melvin thought hard... concentrated for it was so hard then.... &lt;em&gt;"Knowing her since I was young.... I will give her the gift of spending my time with her... the good memories...."&lt;/em&gt; It was too long and just one.... so he confessed and surrendered to his feelings.... &lt;em&gt;"Min... I will always love and ever will." &lt;/em&gt;The gift of love... his love to her that he once confessed he thought was gone but was always there. And forever remained not as friends or sister and brothers as she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now he confessed &lt;em&gt;"All this times I want to be by your side. Wipe the tears away from your eyes as you cry. Hold you close and drive away your fears. You walk in the rain... in fear that someone will see you cry and that someone will see your fears and weaknesses in life. You are not alone... I am here and I will hold your hand and never let go of you. That is how much I care for you... and as slang words put it... how much I give a damn about you... you mean so much to me... you just don't know how much." &lt;/em&gt;Until Melvin couldn't say anymore words and just hugged her in her mind and somehow let her feel his emotions and he let his emotions flow... he was almost to the point of crying.... as sadness and loss racked him... care... love... and everything. Every bit of kept and hidden thought in his mind and heart and even his very soul he opened them all... confessed and surrendered.... told everything... felt emotions flow through him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"5 Seconds what shall you want to tell him/her your last word or phrase... tell that person now..." &lt;/em&gt;Said the CL Teacher... silently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Min... I will always love you... even though you never believed much that I do love you..." &lt;/em&gt;Melvin actually felt himself being pulled away lightly back to his body... he felt the tears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As you slowly close your eyes look at the person... what is his/her expression? What does she/he feel?" &lt;/em&gt;Said the CL Teacher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Min was crying... really crying... smiling and crying... for reasons she only knows... and Melvin thought... &lt;em&gt;"I always hoped of marrying you even though we are still young... I think of this... you are the perfect wife... not for me but for any man. I can see my wife... she is so beautiful... except that she has tears on her face... don't cry... I am always here... I will always love you... my first love and always the one I shall love till after the end.... Min........."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin felt himself slide back to his body... he was very sad... calm... for he confessed the only part of his life he denied and tried to hide.... his feelings for his bestfriend Min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Inhale and exhale.... breath in and breath out.... feel the air coming in and out of you... now as you slowly feel that breathe and air or wind.... slowly.... slowly open your eyes and write the 4 people you picked. Then crumple the 2 you didn't choose.... then crumple the one you didn't pick... then with the one you picked... write that person's name on top it could be in codes or something.... and below it... on the space below it write your gift for him/her or to him/her and below that write what you last said to him/her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melvin did it all over again... the emotions and memory fresh in his mind and heart.... and his soul. He couldn't stop the tears... they never flowed or fell... but in him... he was weeping and was happy at the same time... for he now confessed and surrendered to his feelings and stopped denying.... he loves Min with all his heart.... and is wishing that she is reading this entry of his....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-115029398742177510?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/115029398742177510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=115029398742177510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115029398742177510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115029398742177510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/06/happening-decision.html' title='A happening... a decision'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-115029118071639449</id><published>2006-06-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T07:08:25.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope you are reading this...</title><content type='html'>Same title and same entry from my blog at Friendster ^^ feel free to check it out guys and gals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all started one day... with a simple text message out of the blue. Who knows where it will lead? Is it destiny or pure coincidence?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sanji, a normal Senior High School Student met a woman during his 3rd Year summer vacation. Her name was Hitokiri Myeshi. One night while Sanji was with his friends in a Reunion of a Club, someone texted him. He looked at the number and wondered, Is someone playing a prank at me here? hmm..., Sanji continued talking to the girl throughout the night. He thought the girl was funny, mysterious, a nice person and a very good at making conversations happy not boring unlike the other girls he met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon their texting reached chatting, Friendster™ and their texting stopped but were able to communicate through chat but it all went silent for Miyaki was seldom online but Sanji didn't blame her but missed her and the way she made him laugh and how they both laughed. Sanji, continued to meet a lot of girls but whenever he remembers Hitokiri he smiles and sometimes laughs alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 months of silence... they both start talking again when Sanji sent a Group Message through his Yahoo! Messgenger™. And to his surprise Myeshi was one of the few people who responded. He clicked the "Reply" button and was surprised to see her online. Sanji and Miyaki chatted for a long time. Miyaki, comforting him and soothing his pains and really cared for him. Then after 2 months of sadness, pain and grief; Sanji smiled and laughed a lot again thanks to Miyaki. Throughout the summer nights and days Sanji always remembered his and Miyaki's chats during days or afternoons or even night times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept on laughing and Sanji had a problem... he is usually corny at trying to make people laugh. So he tried his corny side at Miyaki and to his surprise left Miyaki laughing and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;So the days went on... Sanji was normal... outside but inside he was afraid. For he liked Miyaki more each day... the way she made him laugh... the way she cares for him... the way she makes his fears go away and help him in solving his problems. One day he confessed that he likes her... a lot. She was speechless but all went well... but she was seldom online. Sanji thought that she was really busy and that was alright. He kept on sending messages... but a small knot in his heart fears that she is either insecure or something else. But he continues to say everything is alright heh... I know it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-115029118071639449?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/115029118071639449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=115029118071639449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115029118071639449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/115029118071639449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/06/hope-you-are-reading-this.html' title='Hope you are reading this...'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-114991317979226792</id><published>2006-06-09T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T21:19:39.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Over! Autumn is Here~!! ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     The Season of Summer is ending... well there are still remnants ^^ Like remembering what happened 2 or 3 months back by sitting inside Starbucks, Seattles Best or Coffee Bean and drinking cool and refreshing Mocha Fraps or Vanilas eh? Grabbing some burgers... or eating in Restaurants... watching people pass by and like them passing by... so does memories pass by =) Hmm... what do I cherish in my memories the most? hmm... strange... nevermind my memories for the moment heh... Some of you may curse the Month of June... coz it is the start of another school year. Assignments, projects and every mix that would make your mouth drool... in wonder? Yes in wonder whether you are still sane. Joking!! Heheh... but hey... looking at the bright side we are gonna meet new people. New friends, new adventures and for those Romantics... (like me)... someone... heh... maybe the missing piece in your life. You might not just know it eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Autumn... the Season of Fall. A Fall... where everyone is tested... which marks change and a new beginning. And who knows a lot of surprises? ^^ Since it is a little cold... hot chocolate? a little beer to remove the chill? :P jowkz... just kidding ^^ Phew* I am getting hungry as I type mah entry... mom is cooking lunch... oh dear... I am not hungry... just starving XD Mah stomach is churning heh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Simple words that make me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words that give me a tickle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Corny or not and crazy words and jokes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sends me bent over roaring with laughter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I may be exagerating but not really&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am now hungry and waiting for my meal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mouth is open but not drooling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just waterfalls like Niagra Falls falling out ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am corny and a little funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow normal but not that wierd&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just crazy but not retarded&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a happy day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-114991317979226792?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/114991317979226792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=114991317979226792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114991317979226792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114991317979226792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-is-over-autumn-is-here.html' title='Summer is Over! Autumn is Here~!! ^_^'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-114931287958466140</id><published>2006-06-02T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:34:39.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ala na ko masulat~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/snipy/naruto_228.gif" align="left" /&gt;Wah! Ala na me maisip na maisulat sa blog kow.... T_T tama na muna English wakeke... Tagalog nmn. (Feeling teacher ba? ^_&lt;) Anyweiz... hyper ko ngaun sobra... xenxa na kng magiging magulo entry kow ngaun sa blogz kow... wakeke... ala na me tlga maisip ok... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;like they taught us in PETA "Wild Mind" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(".)&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anow yan? /hmm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*raises hand* ang Wild Mind ay pagsulat ng kahit ano na maiisip mow ^_&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;(".)- ah gets kow na!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;ahh...&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Here again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Here again... sitting infront of my computer. With no idea of what to right. Chatting with my friends sigh* am gonna miss them when school comes again. Not that I don't have friends at school... I am practically closer with my friends outside school. Wakkee.... listening and chilling out with music here.... praying that some miraculous idea to catch readers attention. I am planning on watching X Men III later they say the movie is really nice. If I wait for it at Video City™ it is gonna take me months... before I can borrow it... /swt so might as well take this chance eh? *winks* weather is getting very and really strange down here. It rained hard last night and loud thunders *shivers* enough to scare me. Why? coz` my monitor exploded due to Lightning once... power surge... sheesh... was horrible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Life is a path... full of choices and decisions. Haii... buhay nga naman... kng kelan akala mo ok na lahat... *shakes head* sigh* Life is fun... full of colors and life. Life is once a blank canvas where you sketch and now you have to paint it. Give life itself and color to the painting you made. Time is short but life is not, it is up to you how to make your life happy. How to make it filled with color and.... heh... Life~!! ^_&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"What some may see is we only have now, but we also have what was and what shall."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Phew... at last! May nasulat din me... wahehe... thanks for reading peepz~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-114931287958466140?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/114931287958466140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=114931287958466140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114931287958466140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114931287958466140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/06/ala-na-ko-masulat.html' title='Ala na ko masulat~!!'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-114915839501502215</id><published>2006-06-01T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T03:47:32.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A poem made~† A hot day &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehe... I couldn't think of anything to post. So as the title describes it a poem. ^_^ Well... as usual about star gazing. Dunnow why I am so hooked about it. Sigh* maybe because of someone of the past? Nah... kinda depressed right now.... very... and a little sick and weak. Well... another hot day it is. It is the first day of June so I thought to make a good impression by posting something here in mah blog ^^ Even though it is soooo hot that I didn't have much of a "good night sleep". But looking on the bright side I got even a little sleep. I called sometime to Jen, a very close friend of mine from school. ^^ So inspired when I saw her blog that I forgot to read her entries. Sorry bout that Jen!!!! =( But I read your entries too though ^^ saw my name on it actually &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;As I look into the Skies…&lt;br /&gt;By: Vientiane Pajo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gaze I cast far off to the sea of stars&lt;br /&gt;Like a feather to the celestial skies I drift&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I drift to a world my own deep in silence&lt;br /&gt;Memories and thoughts past and flash like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;Yet my heart has its own questions and own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silence I wonder amongst the myriad of people&lt;br /&gt;Lulled and drift to the stars in their own silence&lt;br /&gt;Like me are you watching the enthralling skies?&lt;br /&gt;And what thoughts cross your mind and what memories?&lt;br /&gt;But my heart beats whenever I wonder am I in your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;If I am in a special place in your heart as you gaze in the skies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;Made on the night before the Meteor Shower…&lt;br /&gt;April 21, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You who inspired everything in me&lt;br /&gt;You who have shown me the difference from truth and lie&lt;br /&gt;You whom my heart finds comfort&lt;br /&gt;This is the truth I pray you may accept…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope you like it guys ^^ feel free to comment and tag on my chatter box ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-114915839501502215?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/114915839501502215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=114915839501502215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114915839501502215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114915839501502215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/06/poem-made-hot-day.html' title='A poem made~† A hot day &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-114897223768237846</id><published>2006-05-29T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:35:21.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Ætheriality... am back~!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/snipy/naruto_247.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" height="290" alt="" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y128/snipy/naruto_247.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;How could you get over with someone you loved so much? Sigh* Even though she hurts your feelings almost everyday? Curses you in such a way like a dagger in your heart? For just a shallow reason she calls you names "tanga, gago, asa, etc." and gets mad at you when you didn't give her the thing she likes. I tried to deny so many times that I got over her. Now I am listening to one of the songs we both like while I am typing this. The Song in the Anime "Chronicle of the Wings" sang by Sakamoto Maaya (I guess... sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;You could say I am in senti mode... for what? Almost 4 months exactly... *shakes head*... do you guys believe in signs from God? You see something unexpected and this feeling keeps on nagging at you and one person pops in your mind. And you try to say "nah... pure coincidence that it is a Sign." yet in your heart you know it is true? One and a half week after our biggest fight those signs came almost everyday. Through signboards, what people say, TV Shows, songs especially... and would you believe in dreams and in the very clouds? I like someone else... but there is this feeling that keeps on nagging at me... "are you sure you don't love her anymore?"... it is just sooo hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;There are times I am so pissed of at her and times I am filled with guilt and want to beg at her knees.... *shakes head* I don't know anymore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;But I do know this... there is always hope. You just need to believe and have faith. I am not such a fan of that "to see is to believe". For I trust someone wholly even if I haven't met that person. And if that person has earned my trust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Off Topic: I will try to get a Chatter Box for my blog. ^_&lt;&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/28319189-114897223768237846?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/114897223768237846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=114897223768237846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114897223768237846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114897223768237846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/05/theriality-am-back.html' title='~Ætheriality... am back~!!'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-114818710114984598</id><published>2006-05-20T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T21:51:41.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~Summer Weather &gt;.&lt;</title><content type='html'>Sigh* blasted weather it is soooo..... HOT!!! The next thing you know, it gets cold then it rains and the next thing you know you get a cold, fever and a cough. *Hachooo!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lonely here... watching the stars alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weather is making me rant &gt;.&lt; sheesh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-114818710114984598?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/114818710114984598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=114818710114984598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114818710114984598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114818710114984598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/05/summer-weather.html' title='~Summer Weather &gt;.&lt;'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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-28319189.post-114794909020945527</id><published>2006-05-18T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T03:44:50.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding a suitable spot...</title><content type='html'>Heh... you might have guessed, I love star gazing. I am new here, finding a suitable ground to lie down, watch the stars and be lost in my thoughts. It could not only be me but also you. Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star gazing is... (it is for you to continue. You could end it, it's alright with me. But mine begins here, and I hope and pray that it may not end.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you guys posted heh... ^ ^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28319189-114794909020945527?l=starsatnightsky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/feeds/114794909020945527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28319189&amp;postID=114794909020945527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114794909020945527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28319189/posts/default/114794909020945527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://starsatnightsky.blogspot.com/2006/05/finding-suitable-spot.html' title='Finding a suitable spot...'/><author><name>œ~Star~Gazing~Angel~œ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17586397521111974589</uri><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></feed>
