<?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-26930996</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:59:25.749+08:00</updated><category term='bad mood'/><category term='rain'/><category term='guild'/><category term='bags'/><category term='Stats'/><category term='bebu'/><category term='exquisite'/><category term='Music'/><category term='PW'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Work'/><category term='rants'/><category term='LU'/><category term='drunk'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='heroes'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='traffic'/><category term='WaMu'/><category term='blog'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='HOL'/><category term='RF'/><title type='text'>Saturday Girl~</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-7026257982014999503</id><published>2008-10-22T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T15:03:00.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HOL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: Signal Fire Snow Patrol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Random thought: I want to eat ice cream. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gah! I am tired. It was queing today. 45 abandoned calls! And to think that last week we can finish the day with 5 or less. And most of the customers I got are so &amp;amp;^%$&amp;amp;%#$! I barely lose my cool but today I did. But since I had to still be little miss nice to our customers I had to make do with cursing while pressing on the mute button or throwing the mouse, or my headset, or kicking the trash bucket under my table. LOL. I know it's totally immature. It was a little stressful today but I'll be ok. On the upside, I got really good stats this month. But it kinda ticks me off that my supe barely have time to coach me. Last week I asked her when is our next coaching session she answered: "Yung may kailangan muna." Which is so not fair. I know I am doing well. But I don't get any feedback at all. I know my other team mates who are struggling need help but I need attention too! I want to perform better. And I can't do that if they don't tell me what else I need to improve on. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;Anyways. My weekend was bitin. Watched Max Payne with Bebu after I got off work Friday. It was so-so. Then Bojo and I went to LU Live on Saturday. It was fun seeing all our HOL™ guildmates again and meeting the others we haven't met before. Also, I got to see my old RF buddies! I kinda felt sad because we weren't able to go Sunday. But all is good. HOL-PW won the Phoenix Council War Championship! That's back 2 back Championships, 2 years in a row. This year they won a whopping 200k Cash Prize. And we(the guild - HOL) has got bragging rights for one more year! Haha :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was supposed to go to the RRD party Saturday night. They asked me to present the awards but I ditched it. Haha! I'm not big on parties and I would rather be with my guildmates than go to that party. Bojo and I spent Sunday lazing around in our own little space. Then I had to go back to Manila early Monday morning to start work again. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 more work days before I call it a week. I can't wait for Friday. I miss Bojo. I miss having him take care of me. During the weekdays, it's just me looking after myself. But weekends it's different. He's there from the moment I wake up until before I go to sleep. Heck, their Internet is down so I wasn't able to talk to him today much. I miss my bebu. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For lack of better things to do, I logged on to PW and ended up buying 2k gold worth of dyes. I left Soulrun vending in DC West while I'm writing this entry. I prolly will play CK once I'm done posting. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, my baby bro turned 16 the other day. He wanted basketball shoes. And boy oh boy! Men's shoes are expensive! Also, my today is my Dad's birthay! Sooo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy Birthday Tatay and Dong-Dong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-7026257982014999503?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7026257982014999503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=7026257982014999503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7026257982014999503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7026257982014999503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthdays.html' title='Happy Birthdays!'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-7922107040241027712</id><published>2008-10-16T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T19:15:11.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LU'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Pre-LUL Rants and Raves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/soulrun/music/N2XSfuEq/yiell_uber_uber_emo_song/"&gt;Bebu's Newest Song&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just woke up. Well kinda just woke up. Round 45 minutes ago. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The slight headache I was nursing while I was on my way home went from moderate to worse by the time that I got to Pasig. I tried eating some lunch but my stomach won't take it. I ended up barfing the few spoonfulls that I ate. Anyways, throwing up cleared my head a bit. But not enough. So I decided to go to sleep for a while - whoich worked since I woke up 3 hours later feeling good in the head but with a growling stomach. But that's already taken cared of since I just finished eating El Diablo with rice. I'm an almost happy camper. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel kinda bad. One, because my PTO for Monday was not approved and two so was my trade on request for that same day. I CAN'T COME TO LU LIVE ON SUNDAY!!!! It pissed the hell out of me at work when I found out (which I think contributed to the headache). Anyways, I can only make it on Saturday. Which is fine. But wanted to be there on Sunday because HOL-PW's match will on that day. And I'm sure they are all gonna go somewhere after the event. I wanna be in teh pictures! Lawl. I'm excited for LU Live though. It's the first time HOL's gonna have a booth. And Voxie is coming all the way from Cebu! Yay! I'm finally gonna see my HOL lil bro! :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder how I'm gonna sleep now. I have work at 2am later. I gotta be up by 12:30am. Sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I'm glad it's almost Friday. I am meeting Bebu to watch Max Payne after I get off work. Someting to look forward to. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-7922107040241027712?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7922107040241027712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=7922107040241027712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7922107040241027712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7922107040241027712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2008/10/pre-lul-rants-and-raves.html' title='Pre-LUL Rants and Raves'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-5093878398050863648</id><published>2008-10-15T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:34:20.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebu'/><title type='text'>My Blog is Alive - Again!</title><content type='html'>Listening to: &lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/soulrun/music/9fMh3-9V/yiell_lavande_hanging_by_a_moment_cover/"&gt;Bebu Singing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just edited my blog layout! &lt;3~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay! Bebu recorded a new song today! *wub* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, I'm drained. I can't think of a coherent post. Maybe tomorrow. Haha. &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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-5093878398050863648?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5093878398050863648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=5093878398050863648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5093878398050863648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5093878398050863648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-blog-is-alive-again.html' title='My Blog is Alive - Again!'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-4799722576977015714</id><published>2008-06-27T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T14:06:05.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AKLAN NEEDS HELP: The Aftermath of Typhoon Frank</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't know why it took me 4 days to write this. Probably because I am still in shock. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Monday, June 24. Around 5pm I got a text message from my sister Mae. She informed me that our house in Numancia, Aklan was flooded all the way to the roof and practically everything in it was ruined. There's no power and only Smart is working. All their phones at home were post paid Globe. Good thing my sister had an old smart sim that's why she was able to text me when cellphone signal came back. My family owned that house for more than 10 years and this is only the 2nd time that the flood reached our area. The first time was back in 2006 but the water only got waist deep. According to my sister's account, during the storm they have secured our appliances and had them stored on top of the double deck in our room but it was useless. In around 30 minutes the water surged so fast they only had time to secure themselves and some personal items before they took shelter in my Auntie Diding's house next door. According to my sister, 36 people from different families in our subdivision took refuge in the 2nd foor of my Auntie Diding's house. 36 people. It's a miracle it didn't collapse. My parents were in the process of extending our house. Construction was ongoing in the vacant lot at the back of our house for the 2nd floor extension. It didn't survive. My sister told me Monday there was 6 inches if mud they had to clear from the house. She was wearing a shirt brought by Auntie Lily because all their clothes were muddy and dirty. Our cousins from Lezo came Monday to help them clean up. I thought I was ok. But when I went to bed, I couldn't stop crying. That night, I prayed. Admittedly, I haven't prayed for a long time. But that night I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister told me that on Tuesday, June 25 she and Inday (our neighbor's helper) walked for 4 and 1/2 hrs from our place to Kalibo and back to look for food. They had to walk because there is no transportation. Everything was closed and Kalibo too is covered in mud. On the way they saw dead bodies and overturned cars. Yesterday my sister told me her phone is running out of battery and she needs to look for a place to charge it. This morning, she texted me again to ask for prepaid load because there's no place to load up. She told me they had their phones charged at one of our neighbor's who had a generator for 30 php! Also, she said rice cost 150php per ganta (2.2 kilos). Which is ridiculous! My sister was asking if I could send them some goods since everything really is way too expensive in Aklan. Banks are closed in Kalibo. According to her only Western Union is open in Numancia. Good thing one of my sister's friends will be coming home tomorrow so I can send some stuff for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any chance to watch the evening news since I am usually asleep by 6pm because my shift starts at 2am. For the past few days, I have been religiously reading internet articles about how badly Typhoon Frank had damaged Aklan. It's devastating to know that they will be out of water and eectricity for a month! It's a good thing we have a "poso" at the back of our house, my family still has a source of water if that's any consolation. I told my friend Cherry yesterday that yes, I am worried. But I know my parents are good people and people will help them. But then, the thought struck me. The whole province is in a state of calamity. How can they help when they too, do not have anything? :( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some pictures taken after the storm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img501.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pqum1a9d4f9fa12d3d0d6eawb1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img501.imageshack.us/img501/7148/pqum1a9d4f9fa12d3d0d6eawb1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img181.imageshack.us/my.php?image=av15hhujd4f9fa12d3d0d6ejh0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/7593/av15hhujd4f9fa12d3d0d6ejh0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img413.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1936541330lxc0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img413.imageshack.us/img413/3752/1936541330lxc0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img103.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1935864479lco6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img103.imageshack.us/img103/674/1935864479lco6.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1667586642lvl5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/6343/1667586642lvl5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1494824968lqt3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/4378/1494824968lqt3.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1338949831lil8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/6906/1338949831lil8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1278772859lnl1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1989/1278772859lnl1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img205.imageshack.us/my.php?image=1482911860lob1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img205.imageshack.us/img205/1828/1482911860lob1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am appealing to whoever will be reading this to please extend some help in any way that you can. People in Aklan need clean water, food, and medicine. Spreading the news so more people can know about Aklan's plight will help a lot as well as your prayers. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aklanon Students in Metro Manila have put up the Sagip Aklan group. You can contact the following people for any form of help that you are willing to extend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Celeste Refendor, Aklanon Representative UP Diliman, 0927.253.3661&lt;br /&gt;Jerald Benedict Equina, Aklanon Representative UST, 0915.707.9685&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Miraflores, Aklanon Representative, Mapua Institute of Technology, 0917.881.0524&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am also working with my fellow Aklananons here in Manila in searching for people who are willing to extend medical help to the people in our province since our Provincial Hospital is in no way capable of caring for the sick. If you know anyone who can provide medical assistance, below is my contact information:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Michelle Anne J. Teodosio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;SME, PeopleSupport Phils, Inc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;0906.330.5062&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:angelfyre005@yahoo.com"&gt;angelfyre005@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="mailto:mteodosio@peoplesupport.com"&gt;mteodosio@peoplesupport.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you. Any form of help will be greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-4799722576977015714?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/4799722576977015714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=4799722576977015714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4799722576977015714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4799722576977015714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2008/06/aklan-needs-help-aftermath-of-typhoon.html' title='AKLAN NEEDS HELP: The Aftermath of Typhoon Frank'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-8915245153409823392</id><published>2007-10-14T11:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T12:46:45.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th on the 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last update. I've been kinda busy lately. Work is challenging, but I'm enjoying it. My 5th month appraisal is coming up. I'm know I'm doing well but I wanna do better. I'm lucky my sup is really keeping an eye on my stats and helping me improve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Reason why I wasn't able to update is because I spend my time online playing Perfect World. My YoaJing is finally at level 53! Yay. Anyhoo, all my other guildmates are in their 70's and 80's. I'm technically still a lowbie. LOL. :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img181.imageshack.us/my.php?image=20070918193302ft1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/8001/20070918193302ft1.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Souly in a Feather Plume Set &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img181.imageshack.us/my.php?image=yeyevs2.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img181.imageshack.us/img181/2531/yeyevs2.th.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souly in Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of my guild &lt;a href="http://forums/holy-order.org"&gt;HOL&lt;/a&gt;, we won the server champion title (PW Dragon Server!) Our best warriors are competing against Mythical from Tiger Server. I'm excited. Can't wait to go to LU! Live 2007. I'm not sure when bojo and me are going though. That would depen on our schedule. Though it would e really nice if we could be there on Sunday, Nov 4 since the finals for the Jade Nightingale event is gonna be on that date. I wanna see my guildmates in action! Anyhoo, bojo and I made a few designs for the HOL LU! Live Shirt. Lookie: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y164/happygirl05/finalfrontback.png"&gt;Blue Shirt w/ HOL Logo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y164/happygirl05/ewan.png"&gt;Blue Bully Shirt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y164/happygirl05/finalfrontbackfenk.png"&gt;Pink Shirt w/ HOL Logo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y164/happygirl05/feartehbunny.png"&gt;Pink Fear teh Bunny Shirt&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After my shift last Friday, bojo and I met up at SM Fairview. Sort of a late 10th monthsary date since we didn't have time to celebrate Oct 9th. We had a very pleasant lunch at Kenny Roger's. Then we watched Resident Evil 3: Extinction and Stardust back to back. I had a blast. I was flinching for most part of Resident Evil and I was grinning while watching Stardust. We made it home round 10pm. I showered then went to bed. No dinner, I was too exhausted! Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday we had lunch at Jollibee, 2 piece chicken galore! Then we spent the afternoon watching House Season 3. Bojo has this thing of imitating Dr. House, I don't know if I should be laughing about it or get irritated. Because he really sounds like House. He even got the facial expressions right! =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, aside from imitating the crippled and uber sarcastic doctor, bojo's been busy developing his game Eternity: Sypmhony of Dreams. I saw how hard he's working on it and I think it really is turning out ok. Also, I'm thrilled that he's going back to school next week. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I guess that's it for now. Back to bonding with bebu. I've only got a few hours left before I go back to sleep. I gotta be up by 12:30 am and be at work by 4am. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-8915245153409823392?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8915245153409823392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=8915245153409823392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/8915245153409823392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/8915245153409823392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/10/10th-on-9th.html' title='10th on the 9th'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-5822374372519766313</id><published>2007-09-15T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T12:56:07.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yay it's saturday! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up around 8:30, after sleeping for 14 hours! I've made up for all the stress and the lack of sleep for the last week. Grabe, when I got here (Bulacan) yesterday afternoon all I did was sleep! I didn't even eat dinner. Although I could remember bebu trying to wake me up several times so that I could it. He said I turned kiddie mode on him, then went back to sleep! Haha! Bebu and I went out to have brunch at Chowking, then we went to buy some groceries. And mango ice cream! The weather is really hot lately, reminds of summer and how we always had ice cream almost every day. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bebu showed me the Fate Stay Night graphic novel that he's been reading. Also told me a lil something about the story. And right now I am waiting for PW to patch so we could have updated version of the client since the old one won't allow me to look into the item mall. Soulrun's already 45. Thank goodness! I think I'm gonna stay there for a while and just farm. I wanna prove to myself that I am able to make yuans from farming. Everything Souly is wearing right now is from the item mall. Haha! Tamad kasi ako magfarm. XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoot, I'm getting the hang of my account. And I think I am doing good. My sup seems to think so. And I got 2 perfect customer satisfaction surveys last week. Which is really nice. :) I ask lesser questions everyday. I'm really set on making good my first 3 months, so that by December I could apply for a position in the Training Department. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that'd be all for now. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-5822374372519766313?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5822374372519766313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=5822374372519766313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5822374372519766313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5822374372519766313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/09/saturday-girl.html' title='Saturday Girl'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-6241591848442197080</id><published>2007-09-04T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:30:34.180+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW'/><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finally! An update! *giggles* &lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, I was uber busy the past month. Buti na lang nakaluwag na sa sked! Haha! Travelport CST was finally over! And I finished on top of my class! *grins* All the stress and hard work paid off! I started my stint in Ops yesterday, and I am stuck with a 4am to 1pm shift. Bummer. Good thing I have Saturday and Sunday for rest days. Makes it almost worth it. Haha. Speaking of my shift, it's really weird to walk out of the house at 3am. Halos walang tao sa kalsada. It's kinda creepy. At 2 am, even taking a shower is creepy. I had to turn the TV volume louder than usual. (Yeah, duwag ako minsan!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the past couple of days, I've received comments from people saying that I am gaining weight! w00t~ This is actually a good thing because I have always been too skinny. If I may say so, I think I did gain a few pounds. Some of my clothes won't fit anymore and I gained an inch on my waist! Hahaha! And my arms! Haha! Lumaki mga braso ko. And I have bilbil already! &lt;a href="http://bojox3m.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bebu&lt;/a&gt; has been teasing me about it. Haha! &lt;em&gt;Di lang naman ako ang tumataba! Yung iba diyan lumaki din ang tyan! Pfft! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wore wedge shoes to work today. I passed by the mall yesterday and I just had to have them. For the first time ever I wore heels! If only my mom could see me now I think she'd be really happy to see me 3 inches taller! Thea said I looked good wearing wedges. I think I'd stick to them for some time. It's not uncomfortable at all, unlike what I previously thought. Heck. I used to fear wearing heeled shoes. But now I'm wearing one. Just because. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe it's September already! Gotta save up for Christmas presents! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel kinda bad though that I can't go home to Bulacan midweek. It's hard to travel to back to Manila at 2am so that I could make my 4am shift. The bus ride is scary. Haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I was able to catch up a lil bit on my PW leveling. I hit lvl 40 today! Weee~ I moved to HolyOrder(zero), the guild's extension because back at the main clan, I was sooo outleveled. I can't find people to help me with my quests! Haha! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bojo's been busy too. He has this project with RPG maker where he's making his own RPG. He designs the maps, character sprites, battlers, scripts and what have you's. I think it's really cool, although I can't understand half of what he's doing. But I got to see the demo and I think it's really neat. Can't wait for him to finish the whole thing. Also, he made an animated PW siggy for me: Lookie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0fRlOr4-I/AAAAAAAAACU/slpvheRaEh4/s1600-h/e2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106271939419956194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0fRlOr4-I/AAAAAAAAACU/slpvheRaEh4/s200/e2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PW siggy by bebu~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0e4lOr49I/AAAAAAAAACM/DsX1iQvOfqY/s1600-h/sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106271509923226578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0e4lOr49I/AAAAAAAAACM/DsX1iQvOfqY/s200/sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soulrun w/sun background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0eL1Or48I/AAAAAAAAACE/5y4ZGc5CZEg/s1600-h/dipikit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106270741124080578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0eL1Or48I/AAAAAAAAACE/5y4ZGc5CZEg/s200/dipikit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soulrun w/cherry blossoms background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0dUFOr47I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8NrPejO4fI4/s1600-h/2007-09-04+16-25-28.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106269783346373554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0dUFOr47I/AAAAAAAAAB8/8NrPejO4fI4/s200/2007-09-04+16-25-28.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Soulrun w/moon background &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-6241591848442197080?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6241591848442197080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=6241591848442197080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/6241591848442197080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/6241591848442197080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rt0fRlOr4-I/AAAAAAAAACU/slpvheRaEh4/s72-c/e2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-1140017542889114688</id><published>2007-07-28T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T19:49:41.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RF'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW'/><title type='text'>Fun &amp; Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/143660/edwin_mccain/Edwin%20McCain%20-%20I%20Could%20Not%20Ask%20For%20More"&gt;I Could Not Ask&lt;/a&gt; for More by Edwin McCain &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm just so happy right now. It makes me wanna listen to this song over and over again. I love my weekends. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday (ATP day) has come and gone. Thank goodness no one from the HR dep't barged into the training room. 3 more weeks of CST. I hope all 22 of us makes it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got to Tungko around 12 MN last night. The bus ride was scary. The driver was rather reckless. I lost track of how many times almost collided with another vehicle. When I got there, Bojo wasn't there yet so I had to wait for a few minutes. When he arrived, we had a very late dinner then went home. This week was a good one for us, since hindi ko sya inaway. Hahaha. We spent a couple of hours talking and catching up before we finally fell asleep around 3. Turns out, &lt;a href="http://eve-online.com/"&gt;EVE&lt;/a&gt; has got him hooked! As for me, I finally got to level 12 in PW. Yey! 8 more levels to go before I could have a baby dudu bear, or at least a golem. Also, &lt;a href="http://museonamoodswing.blogspot.com/"&gt;alquanna&lt;/a&gt; mailed me her old staff and clothes. Thankies clara! I wanna get to level 3 so I can buy me a Swan! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, &lt;a href="http://rfboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=21645&amp;amp;st=0"&gt;GM Gaea is stepping down&lt;/a&gt; as the Community Manager for RF Online - Philippines. GM Cydie will be taking her place. I still don't know when I'm coming back to RF. Danjo told me that people have been asking him about when I'm playing again. I really don't know yet. I'm gonna try PW first and see how it goes. Actually, Thyalla and Ryu are planning an inter-racial/inter-server EB soon. They're meeting at Eastwood today, too bad I can't make it. Hope it pushes through though. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm, I think that's it for now. It's bebu's turn to play EVE. He just bought me a pack of chocolates. Ain't he the sweetest?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-1140017542889114688?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1140017542889114688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=1140017542889114688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/1140017542889114688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/1140017542889114688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/fun-games.html' title='Fun &amp; Games'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-2027859522286415908</id><published>2007-07-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T00:07:02.950+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stats'/><title type='text'>Stats and Stuff</title><content type='html'>Listening to: &lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/129773/gwen_stefani/The%20Fray%20-%20All%20At%20Once"&gt;All at Once &lt;/a&gt;by The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I heard this song a while ago and it reminded me of Cherry and what she's going through right now)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some stuff I learned today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Geez. MySpace deleted 29,000 Profiles of Convicted sex offenders. *shivers* (Full Article: &lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-briefs25.4jul25,1,6036174.story?coll=la-headlines-business"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oprah is still the highest paid TV star, earning an estimated $260 Million a year! (Full Article &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20070724/tv_nm/oprah_dc_1;_ylt=AsDo601Z20bn13YTlySSwkkE1vAI"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Best estimates for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Personal_space"&gt;personal physical space &lt;/a&gt;place it at about 24.5 inches (60 centimeters) on either side, 27.5 inches (70 centimeters) in front and 15.75 inches (40 centimeters) behind for an average westerner. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got a perfect score on 2 out of our 3 TP quizzes so far. That's 66.66%. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy 17th Birthday &lt;a href="http://nostalgicbreeze.blogspot.com/"&gt;Koko~&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-2027859522286415908?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/2027859522286415908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=2027859522286415908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/2027859522286415908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/2027859522286415908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/stats-and-stuff.html' title='Stats and Stuff'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-4375346915291388042</id><published>2007-07-24T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T23:53:06.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nerdy, OG, Perky ME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=mPJARsZ-wt0"&gt;Stolen&lt;/a&gt; by Dashboard Confessional &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Scribbled on my TP Notebook)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier today I did say that I was gonna make an update so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're having tech problems with out NT log ins so I have some spare time. Might as well compose an entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, yesterday was my first day of CST (I won't mention which account just yet, I might spoil it again!). And for the nth time we had do the introduction thingy. For our exercise we had to pick a partner, and we had to tell the whole class what our first impression was of our partners. My partner was Virma. Her first impression of me was that I am demanding. Well, that's true for the most part. Coz I always expect the best from people. Also, what struck with her was the fact that I am an OG (online gamer). Also, when I started introducing her, my trainer had to interrupt and comment on how perky I am. I was like "Uh, me? Perky?" And they all said "YES!". I was kinda surprised. I've always thought of myself as a laid back kind of person. But now I know that I have a default mood: perky. Haha. Also, I got the chance to talk to some of my AOL batchmates (who are now stuck with WaMu) about their first impression of me. Both of em said that the first time thet heard me talk, they thought that I don't know how to speak in Tagalog. I literally LOL'd when they said it. Apparently, the accent/twang kicks in automatically when I start talking in English. X, one of my E136 batchmates also mentioned that he thought I am nerdy. I think I'm ok with that. We had a quiz today and I was the only one in the class who got a perfect score. I like being smart :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other things, I'm quite disappointed that they still do not have PW OB installed in Ingen 2 when they have it Ingen 1 since the 19th. Souly's stuck at level 7. I wanted to get to level 20 at least so I could get me a baby dudu bear, and also start leveling my crafting. Heck, I wanna get to level 30 alrady so I could buy a flying mount! By the way the Clan (HolyOrder) is level 3 already. Bojo and I are both guilded so Yey! There's just so many people I could barely tell who's who. When I logged in for a bit last Sunday there was more than 45 people OL. And it was kinda hard to keep track of the conversation, especially because I was busy trying to finish my Pet Taming Quest and wasn't really paying much attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also, peole have been changing layouts! &lt;a href="http://bojox3m.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bebu&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://cursedlullabye,blogspot.com/"&gt;Sean&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://eizenworth.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zeekie&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://realm028.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rei &lt;/a&gt;changed their layouts too. In thing? XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-4375346915291388042?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/4375346915291388042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=4375346915291388042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4375346915291388042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4375346915291388042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/nerdy-og-perky-me.html' title='Nerdy, OG, Perky ME!'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-7689988306650047764</id><published>2007-07-24T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T11:43:38.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin Grunge</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Soak up the Sun by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! New layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was just reading this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;An armed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="tagautolink" title="Posts tagged as gang" href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/gang/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; of four kidnapped one of the world's top RPG gamers after one criminal's girlfriend lured him into a fake date using &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="tagautolink" title="Posts tagged as orkut" href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/orkut/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Orkut&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="tagautolink" title="Posts tagged as google" href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/google/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Google&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;'s social network. After sequestering him in Sao Paulo, they held a gun against the victim's head for five hours to get his password, which they wanted to sell for $8,000. And yes, the story gets even better. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough, after five hours the hostage wasn't talking. The group leader had a gun against his head all that time but the guy didn't say a word. At that point, the crooks gave up and decided to let him go. The brazilian police then caught the four suspects, aged 19 to 27.&lt;br /&gt;According to the police, the captive is the world leader in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="tagautolink" title="Posts tagged as gunbound" href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/gunbound/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;GunBound&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;, a turn-based RPG-style multiplayer online game. Developed in South Korea, in this artillery game you get more experience points, offensive and defensive capabilities depending on your skills during battle, as well as money to buy more weapons, armor and all kinds of gear for your multiple avatars. You can only play with one of your avatars each time, but all of them belong to a single account. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game looks to be quite popular, so the four gangsters decided they could make some quick cash if they kidnapped him to steal his user. Their plan: use one of the criminal's girlfriends, called Tamires, to get him into a date using Google's online social network Orkut, which is also extremely popular in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a class="tagautolink" title="Posts tagged as brazil" href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/brazil/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Brazil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;. After contacting and seducing him, she told the GunBound wizard to meet her in a shopping mall. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she never appeared. Instead, Igor the boyfriend did. Gun in hand, he abducted and held the player prisoner, planning to rely the password to his mates using a cellphone. Against all odds, our hero (or very stupid guy) resisted. Probably using some Stamina +357 spell. Or a Big Cojones +577 mana potion. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever he did to resist the torture for a stupid game password, boys and girls, there's a moral to this story: if you live in Brazil, keep playing Tetris. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://gizmodo.com/gadgets/sex%2C-crime-and-videogames/gang-kidnaps-gamer-to-get-password-using-fake-orkut-date-280966.php"&gt;Click this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was s'posed to do an update but heck. I'm lazy. Maybe later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-7689988306650047764?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7689988306650047764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=7689988306650047764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7689988306650047764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7689988306650047764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/goin-grunge.html' title='Goin Grunge'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-586252936200819712</id><published>2007-07-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:30:35.269+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW'/><title type='text'>Perfect World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://bojox3m.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bebu&lt;/a&gt; (While he's taking a shower) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been quite a rough week really. Work was crazy. I am officially gonna stop talking about my account transfers unless I know for sure that I am gonna stay there for good. Plus, bojo and I had a fight over that entry before this one. But we're over it. We're having a fantastic weekend. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He's in the shower right now. I might as well blog before he shoos he away :) Saturday afternoon we went to SM Fairview and watched Harry Potter 5. It was ok. I wasn't quite impressed with it, prolly because I have read and book and I somehow know what's gonna happen next. Anyways, we were lucky to find a &lt;a href="http://pwboards.levelupgames.ph/"&gt;Perfect World&lt;/a&gt; OB Installer. Yay! I'm finally able to play PW OB! Also, we found this game &lt;a href="http://int.games.1c.ru/star_wolves2/"&gt;Star Wolves 2&lt;/a&gt; and I have the feeling that I have yet again to devise some devious ways to tear him away from the PC. Pinkish monitor and all! *giggles* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I think that's it for this weekend. I just don't want my weekends to end. I don't wanna sleep because I know that when I wake up tomorrow I have got to leave for Manila and go to work. Anyways, I need to take a shower and prepare for bed. But before that, Soulrun PW Version pics :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNmMHmg41I/AAAAAAAAABs/TPCUrXNED5I/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090024362243842898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNmMHmg41I/AAAAAAAAABs/TPCUrXNED5I/s200/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Soulrun in a Perfect World&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvXmg4xI/AAAAAAAAABM/fPV0gKa2sXU/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090023868322603794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvXmg4xI/AAAAAAAAABM/fPV0gKa2sXU/s200/4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;On top of Beast City &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvXmg4yI/AAAAAAAAABU/Nfu_uGJdyzg/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090023868322603810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvXmg4yI/AAAAAAAAABU/Nfu_uGJdyzg/s200/5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Zen Position&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvnmg4zI/AAAAAAAAABc/GHDRdFI-9k4/s1600-h/6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090023872617571122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvnmg4zI/AAAAAAAAABc/GHDRdFI-9k4/s200/6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Srike a pose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvnmg40I/AAAAAAAAABk/dsS6ZlvwKPY/s1600-h/7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090023872617571138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNlvnmg40I/AAAAAAAAABk/dsS6ZlvwKPY/s200/7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So What?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-586252936200819712?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/586252936200819712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=586252936200819712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/586252936200819712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/586252936200819712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/perfect-world.html' title='Perfect World'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RqNmMHmg41I/AAAAAAAAABs/TPCUrXNED5I/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-8266557510587124675</id><published>2007-07-19T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:30:35.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rp7bw_CNsbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MkMca5oUpfg/s1600-h/NeutralBS10003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088746263576162738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rp7bw_CNsbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MkMca5oUpfg/s200/NeutralBS10003-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NeutralBS10003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/129773/gwen_stefani/Gwen%20Stefani%20-%20Cool"&gt;Cool&lt;/a&gt; by Gwen Stefani &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For B.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's hard to remember how it felt before. Now I found the love of my life. Passes things, get more comfortable. Everything is going right. And after all the obstacles, it's good to see you now with someone else. And it's such a miracle that you and me are still good friends. After all that we've been through, I know we're cool.. I know we're cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And we used to think it was impossible, now you call me by my new last name! Memories seem like so long ago, time always kills the pain. Remember Harbor Boulevard? The dreaming days where the mess was made. Look how all the kids have grown, oh we have changed but we're still the same. After all that we've been through I know we're cool.. I know we're cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And I'll be happy for you, if you can be happy for me. Circles and triangles and now we're hanging out with your new girlfriend. So far from where we've been, I know we're cool.. I know we're cool. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-8266557510587124675?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8266557510587124675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=8266557510587124675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/8266557510587124675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/8266557510587124675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/cool.html' title='Cool'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Rp7bw_CNsbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MkMca5oUpfg/s72-c/NeutralBS10003-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-5728831793866060499</id><published>2007-07-16T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:30:35.548+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drunk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exquisite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WaMu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Missing my guy :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RpuMTvCNsaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/39wjZ4pJ6SY/s1600-h/ist2_936344_blind_faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087814474716262818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RpuMTvCNsaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/39wjZ4pJ6SY/s200/ist2_936344_blind_faith.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/126864/american_hi_fi/American%20Hi-Fi%20-%20The%20Rescue"&gt;The Rescue&lt;/a&gt; by American Hi-Fi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm stressed. Not mad, just stressed. I'm done &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stages_of_grief"&gt;grieving&lt;/a&gt; over my latest account transfer to &lt;a href="http://wamu.com/"&gt;WaMu.&lt;/a&gt; I am gonna be bored to death. Today's VBT proved that. I might as well stick with it, then move on to a new account after 6 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Nuff of that. Anyways.. I was drunk Saturday and Sunday night with &lt;a href="http://bojox3m.wordpress.com/"&gt;bojo&lt;/a&gt; . Saturday was so-so. I just slept. Sunday was pretty bad because I actually made 3 trips to the bathroom to throw up. That's the most drunken state I've ever been. I'm not much of a drinker that's why. I woke up without any hang over, but my tummy felt a bit queasy. I had coffee (which didn't do anything for me), while he had some soda. I took a sip, and surprisingly it made me feel better. :D He is just great. I know I act like a spoiled brat most of the time (when I'm with him) but he keeps up with me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right now I'm just waiting for bojo to reply to my YM messages. Karla's prolly using the PC that's why I'm not getting a reply. I miss him already. I know I just saw him this morning. Crap. His YM just went offline. Karla prolly logged it off. *sigh* Right now I just want him to hold me. Works everytime I feel down. Geez. 4 more days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm hungry. And sleepy. And a bit cranky. Might as well get some rest. I hope I feel better tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-5728831793866060499?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5728831793866060499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=5728831793866060499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5728831793866060499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5728831793866060499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/missing-my-guy.html' title='Missing my guy :('/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RpuMTvCNsaI/AAAAAAAAAA0/39wjZ4pJ6SY/s72-c/ist2_936344_blind_faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-8875270980148810588</id><published>2007-07-12T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:30:35.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad mood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guild'/><title type='text'>Back to the GY Shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RpYLTPCNsZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zWuU4GbGXCg/s1600-h/rain_by_BlackMagicW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086265254242791826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RpYLTPCNsZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zWuU4GbGXCg/s200/rain_by_BlackMagicW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: Tell Me Where it Hurts by Garbage&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been raining everyday since Tuesday. Good for me because I can sleep without having to wake up every couple of hours because of the stifling heat. But bad because I have to go to work in the rain, and I don't like having the rain on my shoe especially when I'm gonna be spending the next 9 hours inside a centrally-AC'd building. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's day 4 of my GY shift. I'm doing ok, unlike some of my batchmates. I'm back to 4 cups of coffee a night, dunno if that's gonna be good for me though. (If Lampaso finds out he'd be lecturing about how bad coffee is for me again!) I love my new account, especially the fact that we do NOT have surf control. Secondly, it's not as gruelling as Expedia. I feel quite at home with AOL. And boy I want that SecurID. It looks uber cool.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I have got nothing better to do. I think &lt;a href="http://bojox3m.wordpress.com/"&gt;bojo&lt;/a&gt; is a bit mad at me for snapping at him last night. :( I'm reduced to reading friendster bulletins and blog hopping. Poor &lt;a href="http://eizenworth.blogspot.com/"&gt;zeekie&lt;/a&gt; coz I had to bother him while watching Claymore. Buti na lang may HOL confe marathon, I've got people to talk to for the most part. The PW servers won't be up until the 18th. Maybe I'll try logging in to my RF account, especially now that there's talk of a possible merge with 2 other guilds. It's weird because a lot of people have been asking me in YM about how HOL-RF, or the Bellato Altrax community have been doing. And I really don't know. Haven't been OL (ingame) much lately. Most people still associate me with RF. I've been asked a lot when I'd be coming back ingame. And that I'm not sure. Part of me wants to go back because I really miss my RF buddies. But part of me wants to spend time with my guildmates in PW too. Geez. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm.. I think I'd be leaving for work early. Stay at Starbucks and review for the quiz later. Or maybe I'd walk around Robinson's Galleria. But I don't think I have enough energy to do that. I feel really crappy I'm almost sure I won't enjoy the mall. I need something to make me feel better. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe some mocha frap will do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-8875270980148810588?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/8875270980148810588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=8875270980148810588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/8875270980148810588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/8875270980148810588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-gy-shift.html' title='Back to the GY Shift'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RpYLTPCNsZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zWuU4GbGXCg/s72-c/rain_by_BlackMagicW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-6664674863016181171</id><published>2007-07-09T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:03:57.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy 7th! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-6664674863016181171?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6664674863016181171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=6664674863016181171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/6664674863016181171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/6664674863016181171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-6775245586807903749</id><published>2007-07-04T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:30:35.806+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PW'/><title type='text'>"I know, I know a dirty word"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Roua6pyIeJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mmfvmqJbWn8/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083326936856950930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Roua6pyIeJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mmfvmqJbWn8/s200/guitar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=7HBYQbFnkWM"&gt;Me and You&lt;/a&gt; (I'm Like a Lawyer with the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Up) by Fall Out Boy &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's my &lt;a href="http://bojox3m.wordpress.com/"&gt;bebu&lt;/a&gt; playing the guitar. *Proud* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dunno what's with FOB and the really long song titles! They make good music anyways so I couldn't care less. :) My angelfyre005 Y!M ID is acting up. People can't read the messages I send them. So now I'm using my sms account to chat with Bojo. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The other day, I saw this girl on the jeepney with "I know, I know a dirty word" handwritten on her pants. I was like "WTF?!?" No, she doesn't look slutty. On the contrary, she looked kinda lost. Made me wonder all the more why she had those words on her jeans. O_o &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I woke up with a migrane. Good thing it went away after I downed an Advil. I just hate it when I'm about to get my period. My head hurts a lot, I'm cranky and I feel real sluggish. Good thing I'm finally off the HR scheduling team. My head'll prolly hurt more. It was sooo boring I had to drink 3 cups of coffee today to keep me awake. Hurrah! I'm starting with &lt;a href="http://aol.com/"&gt;AOL&lt;/a&gt; tomorrow along with Cherry, Virma, Erik, Lee, Moe and X. I'm on GY shift starting next week so yey, g'bye traffic! I get night diff again! More than enough to cover for my taxes! Haha! And yup, I won't be cranky anymore due to lack of sleep! (Uh, I'd still be cranky once in a while *big grin*). &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Perfect Word OB Registration began today. They had this thing where the 1st 1000 registrants will get 1000 gold ingots! Which is a considerable amout of in game currency! I could buy a lot of fashion items with those! They're even giving away free trips to Boracay! Hahaha. (Click &lt;a href="http://pwboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=1157"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for full info.) I was at the office and the only thing that's not on Surf Control is Yahoo! Mail. So I had Bojo do it for the both of us. He ended up registering 11 accounts! My golly! I hope we get at least 2 - 1000 gold for each of us. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, on my way home today I passed by EDSA Central Mall. They had all these stalls selling different stuff. I ended up buying a handbag, which is uber cute for onle 130 Php. I'm too lazy to take a picture now, will do it later though. It's me 2nd bag in a week. The first one I got from SM and cost me 500 Php. It's a lot bigger though. Faux brown leather. I also got a cardigan today and almost bought a new pair of shoes. Haha. Soo much for not spending. I have the extra cash but I wasn't planning on spending it. But what's a girl to do? :) I just couldn't ignore that cute little handbag. It was the first thing that caught my eye and I have got to have it! Hahaha! And I need a new cardigan! It's always cold in the office! (Yeah, that's me rationalizing!) LOL. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And oh! Before I forget.. &lt;a href="http://neosankyo.multiply.com/photos/album/29"&gt;PW Soft Launch Pics.&lt;/a&gt; (From Neo)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-6775245586807903749?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/6775245586807903749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=6775245586807903749' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/6775245586807903749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/6775245586807903749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-know-i-know-dirty-word.html' title='&quot;I know, I know a dirty word&quot;'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/Roua6pyIeJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/mmfvmqJbWn8/s72-c/guitar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-5355805167783518770</id><published>2007-07-02T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:24:53.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PMS Alert!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/?action=view&amp;current=fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=cuPGj3-KB7Y"&gt;First Time by Lifehouse&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Disclaimer: Violent outbursts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahead. Heed them not. Instead, blame it on the hormones!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PMS"&gt;PMS:&lt;/a&gt; Premenstrual syndrome (PMS) (also called PMT or Premenstrual Tension) is a collection of physical, psychological, and emotional symptoms related to a woman's &lt;a title="Menstrual cycle" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Menstrual_cycle"&gt;menstrual cycle&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hurr. I'm sooo hating DPWH right now. For the 2nd Monday in a row, I was late because of the traffic. Heck, I was up at 5 freakin' AM! Yet I was 20 mins late for work. Grrr... Why the hell they choose to do concerete reblocking just when the school year opened and the rainy season started? I think that's stupid. I ended up walking for 20 mins just to the end of the traffic jam. I was able to catch a bus, but all the seats were taken. I ended up having to stand ant the back of the bus for 1 hour! And what irks me was the fact there were men seated all around me. No one bothered to offer me a seat. They just stared at the women standing there. I don't have a problem with standing all the way to Philcoa, I'm cool with it. I just hate to think that men don't care anymore. Heck, I give up my seat to old people and pregnant women. Why can't these men do the same? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work was so-so. I'm still doing HR work until Wednesday. I'm gonna moved to AOL starting July 9th. Yey! I got net access! Uh. Speaking of net access.. The stupid IT guys had yahoo mail blocked! Geez man! What's a bored girl got to do? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, on less gloomy things.. &lt;a href="http://bojox3m.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bojo&lt;/a&gt; and I watched Transformers last Saturday. And yup! It was a kick ass movie. I'm no bot fan, but the movie surprised me. Made me lot quite a lot of times. Enjoyed more that Fantastic 4: Rise of the Silver Surfer, even Spiderman 3. I'm kinda bummed tho that we missed the PW Soft Launch yesterday. I didn't wanna go because Robinson's Ermita is a long ways from Bulacan, and I have to be at work 9am today. Well, there's always a next time! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I've been really moody lately. My 9-6 sked is driving me insane, and the traffic is really getting into my nerves. Plus, I'm about to have my period so there. I was actually snapping at Bojo at the slightest provocation. Poor guy. *hugs* Thank God coz my boyfriend's been nothing but good to me. I envy his patience. He spoils me rotten! &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/cbox/JFBQ00182070329A.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wish I could be like that. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uh. Did I mention I hate Mondays? No? Well... I HATE MONDAYS! I wish it's always the weekend!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-5355805167783518770?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5355805167783518770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=5355805167783518770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5355805167783518770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5355805167783518770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/07/pms-alert.html' title='PMS Alert!'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/cbox/th_JFBQ00182070329A.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-4708457971747846948</id><published>2007-06-30T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:27:41.644+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Hero Profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://quizfarm.com//images/1178521752mattparkman1.jpg"  &gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which Hero are you?(from NBC's hit TV show 'Heroes')&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt; &lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; You scored as &lt;b&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/b&gt;,You are Matt Parkman. A psychic, no doubt, you have always been underestimated and misunderstood. You are fed up of your daily routine but stick to it anyway.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table border='0' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='300'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Matt Parkman&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='90' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;90%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Micah Sanders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='85' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;85%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Peter Petrelli&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='80' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;80%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Nathan Petrelli&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Hiro Nakamura&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='75' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;75%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Ted Sprague&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='70' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;70%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Sylar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='65' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;65%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Niki Sanders&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;D.L. Hawkins&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mohinder Suresh&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Claire Bennett&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='60' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;60%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Mr. Bennett&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='35' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;35%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;Jackie Willcox&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table border='1' cellpadding='0' cellspacing='0' width='15' bgcolor='#dddddd'&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;15%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com/run.php/Quiz?quiz_id=143566'&gt;Which Hero are you?(from NBC's hit TV show 'Heroes')&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font face='Arial' size='1'&gt;created with &lt;a href='http://quizfarm.com'&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh.. yeah. Bojo says I am a lot like him :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-4708457971747846948?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/4708457971747846948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=4708457971747846948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4708457971747846948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4708457971747846948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/06/hero-profile.html' title='Hero Profile'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-685975558707497462</id><published>2007-06-27T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T22:02:39.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah.</title><content type='html'>I just wanna cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-685975558707497462?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/685975558707497462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=685975558707497462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/685975558707497462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/685975558707497462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/06/blah.html' title='Blah.'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-318972752899187884</id><published>2007-06-26T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T23:25:06.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lyrics'/><title type='text'>Vanilla Mudslide Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/?action=view&amp;current=511M1OQ2qrL__SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=eOaemLg_7oQ"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Built to Last by Melee &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I've looked&lt;br /&gt;for love in stranger places&lt;br /&gt;but never found someone like you&lt;br /&gt;someone&lt;br /&gt;whose smilemakes me feel&lt;br /&gt;i've been holding back&lt;br /&gt;and now there's nothing&lt;br /&gt;I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the&lt;br /&gt;inside just like it should&lt;br /&gt;most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of our friends saw from the start&lt;br /&gt;so why didn't we believe it too?&lt;br /&gt;now look, where we are&lt;br /&gt;you're in my&lt;br /&gt;heart now&lt;br /&gt;and there's no escaping it for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is real,&lt;br /&gt;and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it&lt;br /&gt;should&lt;br /&gt;most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;it's built to&lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking on the hills at night&lt;br /&gt;with those fireworks and&lt;br /&gt;candlelight&lt;br /&gt;you and i were made to get love right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause this is&lt;br /&gt;real, and this is good&lt;br /&gt;it warms the inside just like it&lt;br /&gt;should&lt;br /&gt;most&lt;br /&gt;of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;it's built to&lt;br /&gt;last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause you are the sun in my universe&lt;br /&gt;consider the best when we&lt;br /&gt;felt the worst&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, most of all&lt;br /&gt;most of all, most of all,&lt;br /&gt;most of all.&lt;br /&gt;most of all&lt;br /&gt;it's built to last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-318972752899187884?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/318972752899187884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=318972752899187884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/318972752899187884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/318972752899187884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/06/vanilla-mudslide-moment.html' title='Vanilla Mudslide Moment'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-7472523336090482303</id><published>2007-06-25T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:26:59.956+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traffic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bags'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><title type='text'>Hanbag Pinings and Traffic Jams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/lights_of_city_by_livzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/lights_of_city_by_livzie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to: &lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/145650/paolo_nutini/05%20-%20PAOLO%20%20NUTINI%20-%20These%20Streets"&gt;These Streets by Paulo Nutini&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Where'd the days go? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all we did was play&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the stress that we were under &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wasn't stress at all.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My whole day was filled with traffic. First off, it took me 4 hours to get to Makati from Tungko. The traffic in Pecson is hideous. Bojo and I left for the bus stop around 6am. I was stuck inside the bus for 1 hour when I decided to join the throng of people disembarking from the jeepneys and buses and just walk to the end of the jam where hopefully, we can all catch a ride to wherever it is that we're going. So I walked. By the time I was able to ride a bus it was almost 8am and I was about ready to cry out of frustration because I'm not gonna make my 9am shift. I got off at Philcoa and caught a cab. On the way to Makati was more traffic. When 9am struck I was way past caring. I tried calling Forcedesk though but the effing agent transferred me to Cebu for crying out loud! I was on hold for a long time. I ran out of credits. Bummer. So I was late for 1 hour. But lucky for me Apple wasn't there yet to orient us with what we were supposed to do. So my ass was saved! I even got to have breakfast at KFC with &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/36118426"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=3041023"&gt;Cherry&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I got assigned to HR Admin - Prelim Interview with Nikki. All we did was encode the intervew results into the app management system. Twas a no-brainer actually. The rest of them were tasked with scheduling applicants for interview. Uh oh. I don't wanna be stuck on the phone for 8 hrs. Not just yet! Shift ended at 6, but we had to stay a little while longer while Apple gave us our assignments for the whole week. It seems that I'm gonna be stuck with teh encoding duties until Friday. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The bus ride to Megamall was really slow. I hate rush hour traffic. I'm just not used to it since for 3 years my schedule's been always during the off-peak traffic hours. Just looking at the haphazard line of buses and cars adds to my fatigue. I feel real tired. Plus, it rained on my way home. I had to pass by Megamall since I don't have an umbrella. It was past 8 when I got to the mall, which gave me just enough time to grab an umbrella and pay for it. I wasn't able to look around, even if I wanted to. I WANT A HANDBAG because I the traffic made me feel bad! I want something like &lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/lady_bag_.jpg"&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt; Bojo says my bag's too big, I should get a smaller one. But I like big bags. I pack a lot of junk in my bag - receipts, bus tickets, pentelpens, dermatographs, brochures, candy, a box of band aids, a nail cutter.. you name it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well. I'm tired. I miss my bebu. *hugs* Things are so much better when he's around. Gawd. I hope it's Friday already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-7472523336090482303?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/7472523336090482303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=7472523336090482303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7472523336090482303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/7472523336090482303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/06/hanbag-pinings-and-traffic-jams.html' title='Hanbag Pinings and Traffic Jams'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-4889481224173613067</id><published>2007-06-24T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T13:20:33.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/fit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/fit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to: &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=uWqDAImYQws"&gt;Look After You by the Fray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, oh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be my baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll look after you." &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up round 6am, but Bojo was up before me. I found him in front of the PC, playing Granado Espada. We went downstairs and made breakfast. By 7 we were done. I went back to bed while he lit a cigarette and played his guitar. Telling tales about how easy it was to make a girl "kilig" in HS when you have a guitar. Soon after, I fell asleep again and he went back to his GE game. I was suprised to see that it was almost 12 noon when I woke up. I usually wake up 8-ish when I'm in Pasig. But during weekends when I'm here in Bulacan I wake up really late. Bebu is such a sweetheart. I was thirsty when I woke up, and I was about to ask for some water. Then he smiled, pointed to the foot of the bed. And voila - there's a bottle of water waiting for me. And a chocolate bar! *kilig* I still can't get over how easy it is for him to read me. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's been a major shake up at work. The BIG bosses decided to cease training our batch . Geez. We just finished our 3rd week of training! One more week and we'd be taking calls. ~.~ But oh well.. It didn't come as a shocker to me because I'm used to it. I felt bad for the fresh grads in my batch though. So the whole day Friday, we didn't do anything. We just stayed in the training room wondering what's gonna happen to us. The people from HR came in to re-profile us and see if we fit the client needs for the other accounts. Then we had to wait for a few hours more for them to make a decision. It wasn't all that bad. 13 of my batchmates were endorsed for interview for one of the financial accounts and 9 of us are gonna report to HR next week while they're still negotiating for our new accounts. So for this coming workweek, I'm gonna be doing some HR stuff like scheduling for interviews and job fairs (if there's any). I'm ok with it. More new things to learn. :) My mom though has other ideas. She keeps telling me to go and apply for an office job. I don't have the heart to tell her that I don't want that. That I am Ok with my job. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo.. I just finished redesigning my blog! Voxie said it looks really nice, and so did Neo. I think it's cool. Took me 3 hours to pick a layout yesterday and edit it. Plus, I got really excited about the new cbox smiley's! They're uber uber cute. I got them from here: &lt;a href="http://www.uwants.com/viewthread.php?tid=4037497&amp;amp;extra=page%3D1"&gt;cbox smiles link.&lt;/a&gt; I think they're perfect for my cbox! *wub* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Random thought: Life offers us a lot of pants to try on. It's just a&lt;br /&gt;matter of finding the perfect fit.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-4889481224173613067?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/4889481224173613067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=4889481224173613067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4889481224173613067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/4889481224173613067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/06/perfect-fit.html' title='The Perfect Fit'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-5679430709488679859</id><published>2007-06-21T10:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:44:50.004+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish out of Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/fish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/fish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Listening to:&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/16836/daughtry/17%20-%20Chris%20Daughtry%20-%20Home"&gt; Home by Chris Daughtry &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not running from.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, I think you got me all wrong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't regret this life I chose for me."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seeing all those students on their way to school made me realize that it's been 7 years since I left home to go to college. Now I'm 22. I haven't been home in 3 years. When I think about it now I can barely remember the street names in Kalibo. Weird. I lived there for 15 years. Yet when I imagine myself there, I feel like a stranger. I haven't seen my dad and my baby bro for a while now. My mom and younger sister come over (to Manila) and that's when I get to see them. Doesn't happen often though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was jobless for 2 weeks last month. And it scared me more than I dare admit. I felt like a fish out of water. For 3 years I was so used to waking up with the thought that I have to get to work. What scared me more about losing my job was the thought that if my folks found out about it, they'd ask me to come home to Aklan and just look for a job there. Something which is totally unacceptable. For one, I'm gonna be under my father's scrutiny day after day. That's one thing I can't stand. Also, I'm sure as hell that we're (my dad and I) gonna have argument after argument about what I need to do with my life. He's got big dreams for me. I wanna fulfill them, sure. But in my own time. I wanns be able to do things that I wanna do. I'm happy with my life, and with who I am. Also, bojo's here. Nuff said. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I have a new job now. I got accepted the first time I applied for one. They put me in a travel account, which is fine by me. Training's tough, but I can handle it. I kinda feel alienated from my batchmates though. I feel like some of them look at me differently because I'm almost always the first one to come up with the correct answer or get perfect scores during exams. I get along with them all but it's kinda hard for me to make new friends. I don't mesh with a lot of them. I told bojo about it and he said it's like I'm looking for one peso coins but I'm just seeing 25 centavo coins - that's why I don't pick em up. He's got a very good point. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I'm being too critical of people because I've always been critical of myself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, I think that's it. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-5679430709488679859?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5679430709488679859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=5679430709488679859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5679430709488679859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5679430709488679859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/06/fish-out-of-water.html' title='Fish out of Water'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-670599931209744152</id><published>2007-06-19T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T22:45:29.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurfacing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/REbirth_by_Xa0tiK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/REbirth_by_Xa0tiK.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/fav/0/632994"&gt;Boston by Augustana&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time in 8 months, I talked to my mom today. That left me sobbing for 15 minutes before I was able to bring myself to the bathroom and take a shower. I felt really good. I can't even begin to describe what it was like to hear her voice again. After everything I put her through, she's still there for me. God, I love my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a blur. I haven't been in touch with my family regularly for half a year. I wasn't home for Christmas or New Year, missed my grandpa's funeral, and tried like hell to stay off my sister's radar. To top it all, I lost my job because the company I was working for filed for bankruptcy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only real thing I have was my relationship with bojo and the friendship I have with my &lt;a href="http://holy-order.org/forums"&gt;HOL&lt;/a&gt; guildmates and ingame friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/Image009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/Image009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bojo and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/EB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/EB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With my good friend jeff (Hoseah) during one of our Guild EBs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I made it through, in one piece. *laughs out loud* I have a new job now. I got my first paycheck from PeoplSupport! And I'm patching things with my folks and things are looking up for me. I tried &lt;a href="http://pwboards.levelupgames.ph/"&gt;Perfect World &lt;/a&gt;with bojo and we both loved it. I still am not decided if I'm gonna leave RF altogether. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I'm just really plain happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-670599931209744152?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/670599931209744152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=670599931209744152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/670599931209744152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/670599931209744152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/06/resurfacing.html' title='Resurfacing'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-1829130281170505898</id><published>2007-04-11T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T07:44:35.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happygirl cries.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/x-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/x-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We celebrated our 4th month together April 9th.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, for the first time in a long while I cried myself to sleep. It sucks. Really. Mikey and I had a fight. It was so bad it left me crying in front of the bathroom mirror with the sink faucet turned on. Yeah, pathetic huh? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The fight was about me getting mad at him for logging out before me because he's sleepy. What irked me is the fact that he woke up past 12 PM yesterday whilst I've been awake since 3:30 AM. I'm just not used to this. He's always the one to tell me to go to sleep when I'm in Pasig. And hearing him say he's sleepy really upset me. :( He mentioned something about envying the people on his YM list because we're all inspired to play RF. The game bores him already, so he refuses to top up his account. As for me, I'm still BA. I enjoy doing whatever I can to help my race. He said something like: "Dahil ba di na ako nag RF di mo na ako papansinin?" Coz I kept saying "Wait lng, baby." Which is like ^%$&amp;%#&amp;amp;*^. I can't scout in my RF window and talk to him in my Y!M window and stay alive. And I can't chat much either when I'm mobbing naiad helkins or turncoat mages in BD. *sigh* I logged off before I totally lost my cool, coz I'm teary eyed and barely holding on to it. And the last thing I want was for the guys at Ingen to see me cry. But I think Curby noticed I'm upset. He walked me home, me ranting during the whole 2 mins it took us to walk to my place. He told me to calm down, take a shower and then sleep. I'm grateful he still does that for me, despite of what I put him through. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the game, not because of the game play but because of the people I am with. People actually depend on me. And I have my responsibilities to fulfill. Heck, I just wanna get Soulrun to lvl 47. I owe her that. I was planning on gaining at least 5% EXP everyday. But yesterday I gained 15%! Which means I only need 55% more to get to 47, 11 more days of BD PLing - then I can wear my rainbow suit. I was pleased with myself. But it didn't last long coz we had a fight right after my last BD key. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, it's pretty crazy. Coz I think of Souly as a real person. She's like a sister to me. I run to her when the real world isn't so good to me. Because of Soulrun I was able to get over the 4-yr rollercoaster ride I had with Carlo. I was able to make a lot of good friends and meet scores of wonderful people. I met Butch. I think he fell in love with Soulrun first, then me. LOL. It was good while it lasted. And I don't regret any of it, never will. When things with Butch went bad, I had Souly and my friends to make me feel better. I had Hossie and Curby to rant to. And they'd listen. Then Mikey came along. If it wasn't for RF I wouldn't have known he existed. But it's ironic though, that the fights we've had lately is all about RF. Me, my gaming and the people who constantly hound me with PM's. I know sometimes he feels like it's pretty darned difficult to get through to me. As much as I'd want to believe he doesn't mind waiting up for me.. I can't. Coz my gut feeling tells me otherwise. And I've learned long ago to trust my instincts. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just finished a cup of coffee, which didn't do me any good at all. My eyes are all puffy, and they kinda hurt and makes me squint. I'm so not in the mood to work. I just wanna crawl back to bed and stay there. Heck, maybe I'm just gonna do some laundry when I get off work later. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I am over reacting. Maybe I am not. But this is how I feel now. And I'm not gonna be sorry for the things I said today.   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm ranting because I feel real bad.  I think he doesn't realize how important he is to me.  Or what it means to me to sleep knowing that I can touch his face and watch his lips slowly curl up into that lil smile of his which I soo love when I wake up in the morning.  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-1829130281170505898?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1829130281170505898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=1829130281170505898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/1829130281170505898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/1829130281170505898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/04/happygirl-cries.html' title='Happygirl cries.'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-5792829528718178239</id><published>2007-02-14T06:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T07:09:10.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/Love_in_the_Afternoon_by_rubenslp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/Love_in_the_Afternoon_by_rubenslp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&amp;amp;file=42593515This_time.mp3"&gt;This Time (First Edit)&lt;/a&gt; by Mikey, &lt;em&gt;drinking coffee and munching on brownies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you see?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been trying to feel you here..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you feel?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all these things that i can feel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh yeah..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know, that ive been thinking of you all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so now tell me what are you planning now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant wait, i cant think&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so excited for this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i will never forget so..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me to the place where ive been wishin for..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time i know you're there waiting for me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the time(why dont you~)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;take me to that place where my dreams will come true &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cuz now that i know that this is real..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to feel it &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know thats it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ive been trying to tell you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all these things, oh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired of thinking bout me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;moving, going, pulling away, oh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I cant wait, i cant sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im so excited for this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i will never forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;why don't you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Take me to the place where ive been wishin for..&lt;br /&gt;this time i know you're there waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;all the time(why dont you~)&lt;br /&gt;take me to that place where my dreams will come true&lt;br /&gt;cuz now that i know that this is real..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wanna feel it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never let it go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know this time &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's never letting go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know that's it this time &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Lurv~ Day People!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for 8am. Gonna watch Music and Lyrics with Mikey later. *wink* I'll update more laters~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-5792829528718178239?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5792829528718178239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=5792829528718178239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5792829528718178239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5792829528718178239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-about-love.html' title='All About Love'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-1112840027652222644</id><published>2007-02-09T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T05:59:26.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two (2)</title><content type='html'>Listening to: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JNP3jTHt0o"&gt;Beautiful by Patrick Nuo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to two months..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and more :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-1112840027652222644?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/1112840027652222644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=1112840027652222644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/1112840027652222644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/1112840027652222644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/02/two-2.html' title='Two (2)'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-5350066548315266504</id><published>2007-02-06T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:26:41.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Sweet Home Alabama&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's monday For me (Tuesday for the people who sleep normally), and the first day of my working week. I'm bored. Mikey's not OL in Y!M. He's asleep i think, since he wasn't feeling too good when I left for work earlier this evening. Sheesh. &lt;em&gt;Ganito pala&lt;/em&gt;. Now i know what it's like for him when he's waiting up for me. I miss him already. Too bad we didn't get to spend more bonding time last weekend. I had migraine the whole Sunday. And he was really sweet, taking care of me and all that. He made it a point that I took my meds, he even made chicken noodle soup for me and took away the remote so I won't stress my eyes from watching too much TV. So there. I had my monthly migraine attack, which spoiled our plans of finishing that half bottle of tequila we had left over from last week. I woke up just in time for CW (which we won!), had dinner and went back to bed since my head was throbbing again. I woke up hungry around 4 am Monday. I woke him up, checked up on Souly since we left her AFk mining at the core, only to discover that his DSL gave out again! Sooo.. Since we were both hungry, we went down to the kitchen and fried a couple of chicken wings. We had a really early breakfast of crispy chicken wings and coffee. Then we had ice cream for dessert (at 5am!), and ended up having to close all the windows because we were both shivering from the cold :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the present. I'm reduced to spamming the RF boards while sipping coffee from my RF mug, for lack of better things to do. Which reminds me, I need to give the new screenies to ate Candy so she can make a new mug for me. I wish I have RF here in my office PC. That'd be perfect. Haha~ Dream on Souly. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, btw.. oski stepped down as archon since he's uber busy iRL. Bellato-Altrax has khengkoi (piloted by Stann) as Archon now. I Hope everything turns out ok - CWs and AOP Project for starters. It's a bummer Technocrat didn't make it to the top 30 during the nomination. It makes me feel better knowing that he's in the council. since I can count on him (or his brother hextor) to be there during 9pm CW. Oh well.. I hope he makes it next week. Since Tech was always there to command the troops last week, I was on scout mode! Hoho~ I was able to use my cloaking powers! Uh, twas fun yet hard to be a scout. Darn Alpha1 members. Why do they all have to own detect headsets and pawn me?!?! And ohhhhhh! Bailey can now craft giga exploding vulcan mags! Yey~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus on my way to work tonight I picked a seat on the left side of the bus - directly behind the driver. I was quite surprised myself because I usually pick a spot on the right side, by the window. But since my usual place was taken (2nd row, right side, window seat), I settled for the nearest window seat available. I have Jam blaring on my earphones while the bus was showing Apocalypto. I got kinda dizzy, trying to focus on the music in my ears while at the same time reading the subtitles from the film. It's a bummer I didn't get to finish the movie. since I think it's really good. I almost missed my stop coz I can't take my eyes off the TV. XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, it was kinda refreshing to see the road from the other side of the window. I saw things I didn't notice before. Like how nice it is to look at the lights from buildings and cars from that side of the bus. I noticed buildings and landmarks that I didn't know existed, plus a bunch of other stuff. Anyway, my point is: I can be really close minded sometimes. Especially when I fervently believe that I am right. LOL! I think that's the reason why my dad and I argue so much. We are both stubborn that way. So. back to my close-mindedness.. It wouldn't hurt to try and look at things - from the other side. I'll try this. For my sake. ^^; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is slow. Ate mickey's not in, since he isn't feeling well. I'm left to do the collection and verification all by myself. geez. Anyhoo, Ritchie talked to me when I got in today, he mentioned that there's gonna be some major changes with the account that we're handling now. Oh well. Que sera, sera. And yeah, I just finished signing my PA like 10 seconds ago. I hope I get an increase. I sure could use one. XD Not that I'm complaining about the pay I'm getting, I'd be happier if I get more! Hey, I deserve it. I work hard, my bosses like me..  Hoho~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, almost 1 am. An hour more before break time. I dunno what to eat for lunch. Hurr. Anyways, nothing left to say. I'm not in the mood to call just yet. Might as well start reading &lt;a href="http://tristancafe.com/forum/65057"&gt;this thing that Cha`Faile shared to me over Y!M.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-5350066548315266504?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/5350066548315266504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=5350066548315266504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5350066548315266504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/5350066548315266504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-side.html' title='This Side'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-309541245388913969</id><published>2007-02-02T06:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:30:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Friday - I'm in love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RcJwLVv-lEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p3VPTYDMs4A/s1600-h/__A_Kiss_Before_I_Go___by_ninorojo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026703474218144834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RcJwLVv-lEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p3VPTYDMs4A/s320/__A_Kiss_Before_I_Go___by_ninorojo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Listening to: Just Say the Word by Josh Kelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wee bee to me! It's been soo long since my last update. Christmas and New Year has come and gone. It's 2007 already, February 2007 by God! I've been a MIA blogger for too long. Time for me to put a stop to that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, quite a lot has happened since my last update. Lemme see what I can still remember. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Work -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been real busy with work. I do verification and collection now. Plus, I'm the one in charge for orders and talking with the suppliers. The load of work I'm getting drives me crazy sometimes. But heck, it's my job. And I gotta do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RF -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am still BA, still at level 45! Loving the game more and more. I wish I have more playing time though. Damn my sked. Saturnine got to lvl 45 a few days ago! Yey~ I have my very own personal tanker! *winks* Now we just need to complete his +3 int set. Then time to get Bailey (our crafter) to level 40! Payaman mode. :ninja: Hoho~ And oh, did I mention that Sat's in HOL already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mikey &amp;amp; Me -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've known him for almost 5 months now, and we've been a couple for almost 2 months. It's all good. I can't believe I could be this happy with someone. I spend my weekends with him now at their place in Bulacan. And I love every minute of it. Having coffee in the morning while playing RF.. Him singing for me.. Watching TV together.. I sleep better when I'm with him. Lawl~ I could go on and on about what I love about him. Truth is, I love everything about mikey. *Laughs* I can't believe I'm in love with a smoker. And yes, last weekend I got drunk with him! And both of us could barely remember what we did afterwards. Haha. I now find myself counting down the days until the next weekend. Just like what I'm doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking back at 2006 -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If there's one thing I learned about myself last year, it's the fact that I am strong. Yet I am weak. Work has been really challenging. I learned about my strengths, and was humbled when I learned about my flaws. I've gone through 3 boyfriends. I got off a 4-yr relationship, fell in love with a guy 3 yrs my junior (which lasted for 5 months), and then I met mikey.. Fell hard, and falling harder still. Looking back, I'm happy with the way things turned out. Save for the part when I hurt people I care about. 2006 left me with a lot of scars, but I wear them proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. Enough. I just miss mikey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-309541245388913969?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/309541245388913969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=309541245388913969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/309541245388913969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/309541245388913969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-friday-im-in-love.html' title='It&apos;s Friday - I&apos;m in love!'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Vw3rafhMZoY/RcJwLVv-lEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p3VPTYDMs4A/s72-c/__A_Kiss_Before_I_Go___by_ninorojo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116715836965936949</id><published>2006-12-27T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T02:41:11.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Distance&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Evan And Jaron&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sky has lost it's color &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sun has turned to grey &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At least that's how it feels to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whenever you're away &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I crawl up in the corner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I watch the minutes pass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Each one brings me closer to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The time when you'll be back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're coming back &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't take the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't take the miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't take the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Until the next time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I see you smile &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can't take the distance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm not ashamed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That I can't take a breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;without saying your name &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can brave a hurricane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And still be standing tall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when all the dust has settled down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I can't take the distance &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I still believe in feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But sometimes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I feel too much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I make believe you're close to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But it ain't close enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Not nearly close enough.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I miss my baby.. *hugs* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116715836965936949?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116715836965936949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116715836965936949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116715836965936949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116715836965936949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/12/missin-you.html' title='Missin You'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-116622965374956830</id><published>2006-12-16T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:40:53.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&amp;file=your_love.acoustic.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love by mikey &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ :wub:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;^-- Yush, that's HIM singing and playing - FOR ME! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hurr~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can't wait to get home.   But I doubt it if I'm gonna fall asleep.  I'm way too excited.  Haha. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*Hums*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;"This is the start of something good, don't you agree?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Follow Through, by Gavin Degraw&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116622965374956830?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116622965374956830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116622965374956830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116622965374956830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116622965374956830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/12/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116562368984760016</id><published>2006-12-09T08:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T08:21:30.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded. Not~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/tidalwave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/tidalwave.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/107052/stranded/Plumb%20-%20Stranded.mp3"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stranded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;by Plumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know it only breaks my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To see you standing in the dark alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Waiting there for me to come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm too afraid to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it's coming over you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like it's coming over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm crashing like a tidal wave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That drags me out to the sea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i wanna be with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And you wanna be with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm crashing like a tidal wave &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i don't wanna be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Stranded, stranded, stranded, stranded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can only take so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These tears are turning me to rust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know you're waiting there for me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm too afraid to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss you, i need you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Without you, i'm stranded &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love you so come back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not afraid to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;..... Stranded. Not anymore. *wink*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116562368984760016?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116562368984760016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116562368984760016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116562368984760016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116562368984760016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/12/stranded-not.html' title='Stranded. Not~'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_tidalwave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116545756237754743</id><published>2006-12-07T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T03:23:04.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Blogger~</title><content type='html'>Listening to: Dahilan [Barbie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/Elan0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/Elan0000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Board Archon Aura /gg~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/hmmn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/hmmn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ First Graders ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/arfarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/arfarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ Si Fiona! (sana puppy n lng sya forever :P) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/thankyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/thankyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ Haberdey! ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/Platform010000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/Platform010000.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/hmmn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ 45 na si Soulie~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116545756237754743?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116545756237754743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116545756237754743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116545756237754743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116545756237754743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/12/lazy-blogger.html' title='Lazy Blogger~'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/th_arfarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116448763878491504</id><published>2006-11-26T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T08:19:39.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/sing_for_me____by_Elenath_.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/sing_for_me____by_Elenath_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/109725/everybody_wants_you/Josh%20Kelly%20-%20Everybody%20Wants%20You"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody Wants You [Josh Kelley]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've been bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know you've been good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Did you lose your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like a knew you would?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm. It's Thanksgiving Weekend. I didn't have work Thursday and Friday. Watched Happy Feet~ with curby, jeff, allen and joe Thursday evening. Twas fun, fun fun. Lotsa laughs! We watched it twice! Haha. And I want a penguin plushie! But.. erm. nvm. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight I have to work; which is fine by me. It's kinda weird having to spend the whole night alone, coz for the past couple of weeks I had someone with me on YM. I'm not gonna be a hypocrite and I say I don't miss the company, coz I do. But I'll get used to it. Ako pa. I'm always gonna be ok. :) I'm actually on emo mode right now, listening to "the playlist". *Sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Too bad the RF Boards is down. Can't help but think. LOLz. I'm actually happy with the way things are going. Butchy and I are doing well, no more petty fights. Though I don't get to spend as much time with him as I would want to because of my new schedule. Oh well, we're just gonna have to work around it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soulrun made it to 44 earlier tonight. But 2.5% to go there was a black out at Ingen. Curby and I ended up having dinner at KFC (our nth KFC meal for the weak!) and Lepp ended up finishing the last 2.5% on my exp bar and almost skipping CW. It's a good thing the power was back up when we finished our meal, we were able to attend Chip Wars. Too bad Bellato lost. Oh well, there's always a next time. And oh! I also got asked out on a date by someone I've known for a long time IG (way before I was BA), and was greeted "happy b-day" on Solus mapchat by [VgD]Praetor though it's not my birthday! All because bluesquall and Hossie decided to pick on me! XD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was with Stann on YM. And he sent me a copy of the songs he wrote for his Bellato Love Songs Collection. There was this song called "Beautiful" - for Kiboo and pepot11. And there's this song called "Bert, Mai, Souly" - It's about Klein08, Ceraby and me! And it's a mix of English, Tagalog and Malay! I'll post the lyrics and the link when I get the chance. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Curby took me home after CW. I was s'posed to sleep. But I found out that I have got to get to work. Hurr ~_~ So much for catching up on sleep. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A lil over an hour after I got home and a few miss sent sms messages later, I went "Wahhhhhhhhhh! Here I go again.." But I'm actually ok with it. It's much better having it out in the open than me having to pretend I don't know and I didn't notice. I'm cool with. Believe me. XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past week has been well, quite interesting. I said goodbye to one of the best things that happened to me. And I spent a good part of the week running away from it all. Him, them, myself, my sister, my mom, even from AB's! Just like old times, I turned to RF and friends for comfort. :) Check out the screenshots! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img157.imageshack.us/my.php?image=neutralbs100012tx0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img157.imageshack.us/img157/823/neutralbs100012tx0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/my.php?image=transport010000mj7.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/8405/transport010000mj7.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img146.imageshack.us/my.php?image=neutralbs100032zs5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/6702/neutralbs100032zs5.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img453.imageshack.us/my.php?image=neutralb00023dw8.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img453.imageshack.us/img453/3053/neutralb00023dw8.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img453.imageshack.us/my.php?image=neutralbs10003tb0.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img453.imageshack.us/img453/2968/neutralbs10003tb0.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://img453.imageshack.us/my.php?image=neutralbs10005lu2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img453.imageshack.us/img453/5664/neutralbs10005lu2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Edit @ 5:52 am: *Kicks Launchcast radio* Why did you have to play those songs? O_o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116448763878491504?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116448763878491504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116448763878491504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116448763878491504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116448763878491504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/11/running-away.html' title='Running Away'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_sing_for_me____by_Elenath_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116414679279311349</id><published>2006-11-22T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T04:29:23.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Take Me Away [Lifehouse]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't give up on me yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't forget who I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I'm not there yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But don't let me stay here alone&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/NeutralB0006-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/NeutralB0006-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;somebody told me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Never leave, never change, smile and always be happy! keep on smiling, never frown, nor cry for someone who doesnt deserve your tears, dnt forget what i told you..coz if you really do something stoopy again.. i really am gonna take you away&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm almost back to my old self. *hugs*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116414679279311349?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116414679279311349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116414679279311349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116414679279311349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116414679279311349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/11/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-116388976115211164</id><published>2006-11-19T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T06:42:41.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/delirium_by_SubterfugeMalaises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/delirium_by_SubterfugeMalaises.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/121297/look_what_you_ve_done/Jet--Look%20What%20You"&gt;Look What You've Done [Jet]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take my photo off the wall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;daiv align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it just won't sig for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there's nothing there for you to prove &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Give me back my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause I just can't think for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can hardly hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What should I do, well you choose &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until you lose what you had won &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A fool of everyone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Take my photo off the wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If it just won't sing for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'Cause all that's left has gone away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And there's nothing there for you to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it seems likes such fun&lt;br /&gt;Until you lose what you had won &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh, look what you've done&lt;br /&gt;You've made a fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;br /&gt;A fool of everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This is me being stupid.   But what's done is done.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116388976115211164?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116388976115211164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116388976115211164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116388976115211164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116388976115211164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-i-do.html' title='The Things I do'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_delirium_by_SubterfugeMalaises.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116304168820805982</id><published>2006-11-09T11:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:14:04.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Save a Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/Real_love_vol_II_by_deadengel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/Real_love_vol_II_by_deadengel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/113397/how_to_save_a_life/The%20Fray%20-%20How%20to%20Save%20a%20Life.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How to Save a Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; [The Fray]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Step one you say we need to talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;He walks you say sit down it's just a talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;He smiles politely back at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;You stare politely right on through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Some sort of window to your right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;As he goes left and you stay right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Between the lines of fear and blame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And you begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Let him know that you know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Cause after all you do know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Try to slip past his defense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Without granting innocence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Lay down a list of what is wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;The things you've told him all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And pray to God he hears you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Where did I go wrong, I lost a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt; friend&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;along in the bitterness&lt;br /&gt;And I would have stayed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;up with you all night&lt;br /&gt;Had I known how to save a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;As he begins to raise his voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;You lower yours and grant him one last choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Drive until you lose the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Or break with the ones you've followed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;He will do one of two things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;He will admit to everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Or he'll say he's just not the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And you'll begin to wonder why you came&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Where did &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; go wrong, I lost a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Somewhere along in the bitterness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;And I would have stayed up with you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Had I known how to save a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My heart is breaking but I am happy. Go figure coz I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe it's just me. And that &lt;em&gt;something in me&lt;/em&gt; who wants to save everybody. But I remember half a year ago, a friend told me that sometimes I should stop thinking about other people's happiness and think about myself. After all, I can't save everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I guess this is it. I'm letting go. It's about time I learn how to let go - first. Now how do I do it? Right now I don't know how. Maybe the next time I write in here I'd know how to . Or maybe, I would've done it already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116304168820805982?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116304168820805982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116304168820805982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116304168820805982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116304168820805982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/11/how-to-save-life.html' title='How to Save a Life'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/th_Real_love_vol_II_by_deadengel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116289432765474920</id><published>2006-11-07T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:15:06.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/Make_it_Real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/Make_it_Real.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/105471//James%20Morrison-%20You%20Give%20Me%20Something.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You Give Me Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; [James Morrision] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;You want to stay with me in the morning&lt;br /&gt;You only hold me when I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I was meant to tread the water&lt;br /&gt;Now I've gotten in too deep,&lt;br /&gt;For every piece of me that wants you&lt;br /&gt;Another piece backs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something '&lt;br /&gt;Cause someday I might know my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You already waited up for hours&lt;br /&gt;Just to spend a little time alone with me,&lt;br /&gt;And I can say I've never bought you flowers&lt;br /&gt;I can't work out what the mean,&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd love someone,&lt;br /&gt;That was someone else's dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someday I might call you from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But it might me a second too late,&lt;br /&gt;And the words I could never say&lt;br /&gt;Gonna come out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you give me something&lt;br /&gt;That makes me scared, alright,&lt;br /&gt;This could be nothing&lt;br /&gt;But I'm willing to give it a try,&lt;br /&gt;Please give me something&lt;br /&gt;'Cause someday I might know my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Know my heart, know my heart, know my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="#video"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116289432765474920?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116289432765474920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116289432765474920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116289432765474920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116289432765474920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/11/something.html' title='Something'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/th_Make_it_Real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116272829649985813</id><published>2006-11-05T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:17:50.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post B-day Rants and Raves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/smile3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/smile3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/89730//Switchfoot%20-%20Learning%20to%20Breathe"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Learning to Breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Switchfoot]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm learning to breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm learning to crawl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm findin that you, and you alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can break my fall..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm back to the graveyard shift starting this week - doing verification for the B2B account on weekdays and doing confirmation for the B2C account on Saturday. On the lighter side, I get off work 9am Sunday and will be back at 11pm Tuesday. Not bad. Haha. But I still want my morning shift. I can do more stuff. And play more RF. Haha. Adek amp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Day after my birthday (Nov 3) I went shopping after work. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Masama kasi loob ko.&lt;/em&gt; Toinks. I did some grocery shopping, got a new book, a new shirt, and a necky with my name written in pasta. Early evening Friday I was at LU office in Makati for the RF Leader's Conference. Then I was off to work, which took forever to finish. Saturday I slept for 11 hours! O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I now have &lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/fav/0/632994/0"&gt;playlist for Radioblog!&lt;/a&gt; w00t~ Thanks to Ash for helping me with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things have been pretty rough with work. I haven't been OL much lately and I miss my IG friends. Err, I got killed by Erzsebet! And uh. Well, I don't wanna talk about it &lt;em&gt;here.&lt;/em&gt; It's been one helluva week but I somehow made it through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And oh. Last night I was dancing in the moonlight. *wink*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116272829649985813?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116272829649985813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116272829649985813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116272829649985813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116272829649985813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/11/post-b-day-rants-and-raves.html' title='Post B-day Rants and Raves'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_smile3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116272651728435755</id><published>2006-11-03T08:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:20:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/happy_birthday_princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/happy_birthday_princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Listening to&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&amp;amp;file=absolutely.unplugged.mp3"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; and just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lightamillioncandles.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lit one candle in a million&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Haha~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&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 22 yesterday. Big deal. I didn't get my Birthday wish. Instead I got something I've been wanting for 6 years now (and almost gave up 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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&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 to all those who remembred. *hugs*&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/26930996-116272651728435755?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116272651728435755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116272651728435755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116272651728435755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116272651728435755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-birthday-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday, Princess'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_happy_birthday_princess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116225182833028327</id><published>2006-10-31T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:26:59.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tableau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/Change_of_Seasons___Winter_by_silve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/Change_of_Seasons___Winter_by_silve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: Fix You [by Coldplay] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;br /&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;br /&gt;And I will try&lt;br /&gt;to fix..&lt;br /&gt;YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like posting this. It's something I wrote 6 years ago I think..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tableau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A solitary tear - &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fell from a tired eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Froze.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And then broke&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like crystal as it hit the ground,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shattering to a thousand pieces.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A single soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;looks out the window&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watching the snow fall,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dance and swirl on its own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hurried frenzy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Making her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cold and numb all over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ghosts of yesterday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taund her sanity with&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's icy fingers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like the caress of a lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;who just moments ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walked away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Closed the door and disappeared&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the first snowflakes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kissed the windowpanes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116225182833028327?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116225182833028327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116225182833028327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116225182833028327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116225182833028327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/tableau.html' title='Tableau'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_Change_of_Seasons___Winter_by_silve.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116225022396315675</id><published>2006-10-31T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:28:32.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/Winter_by_chicho21net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/Winter_by_chicho21net.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&amp;amp;file=4397Breathing.mp3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathing [by Ash]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I logged in to my blogger account today intending to write about something else entirely. But then while trying to gather my thoughts, I decided to browse through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://boards.risingforce.ph"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;RF Boards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- and lo and behold! I got a new PM in my inbox. So with all thoughts gone from my groggy mind, I decided to make myself a cup of coffee and munch on some choco chip cookies while listening to a song that's really close to my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I mean.. heck. Now I don't know how to express my feelings! It's just so unfair sometimes. You wanna make people happy. But &lt;em&gt;the one thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that's gonna make them happiest - you can't give :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I can't help but feel guilty about it (although I damn well know I shouldn't). I just wish there's something I can do to make it better. Maybe I'm just being selfish in wanting to keep it because it makes me smile. But I don't wanna hurt people. I wanna make them... ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116225022396315675?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116225022396315675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116225022396315675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116225022396315675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116225022396315675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-happiness.html' title='On Happiness'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_Winter_by_chicho21net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116208226022308771</id><published>2006-10-29T08:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:31:40.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Trippin' :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/STAR_GUITAR_by_rockst3ady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/STAR_GUITAR_by_rockst3ady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/23695/accidentally_in_love/Counting%20Crows%20-%20Accidentally%20In%20Love"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accidentally In Love [Counting Crows]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well baby I surrender &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To the strawberry ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never ever end of all this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well I didn't mean to do it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But there's no escaping your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music-filled night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of my life :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost 8:30 now. And I'm really sleepy. But I had so much fun. *Yawn* I'm off to bed now. Need to be up before 6 for the First Strike Event in Altrax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Thank you for indulging me. And btw, you still owe me one song!=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116208226022308771?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116208226022308771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116208226022308771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116208226022308771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116208226022308771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/sound-trippin_29.html' title='Sound Trippin&apos; :)'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_STAR_GUITAR_by_rockst3ady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116199447563404459</id><published>2006-10-28T08:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T08:16:50.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness</title><content type='html'>Listening to: &lt;a href="http://www.yourfilehost.com/media.php?cat=audio&amp;file=Everything_XD.mp3"&gt;Everything [by Ash]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/1600/dong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/320/dong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have got a lot of things on my mind. *Sigh* I can't find anything better to do. LOL! So I grabbed that ^ pic off my sister's friendster profile. Haha~ I miss our lil bro soo much :( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll try and write something later tonight during my GY shift. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116199447563404459?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116199447563404459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116199447563404459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116199447563404459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116199447563404459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothingness.html' title='Nothingness'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-116138815658384013</id><published>2006-10-21T07:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:48:58.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/3775/sorrow3iv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img60.imageshack.us/img60/3775/sorrow3iv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/open/85866/lifehouse/Lifehouse%20%20NNF%20-%20Breathing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathing [Lifehouse]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... coz I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing.. it's where I wanna be..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His angel is broken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone fix her please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116138815658384013?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116138815658384013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116138815658384013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116138815658384013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116138815658384013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/fix-her.html' title='Fix Her'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-116087049312563324</id><published>2006-10-15T08:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T08:04:14.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Messed Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Listening to: All Messed Up&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/WC6VuUVeJ7s" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Breaking point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song:&lt;/strong&gt; All Messed Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album:&lt;/strong&gt; Beautiful Disorder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;i hope i never wake up&lt;br /&gt;i dream about you all the time now&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna face&lt;br /&gt;another night without you here&lt;br /&gt;someday, someway, somehow&lt;br /&gt;we will be together again&lt;br /&gt;you know i've always wanted&lt;br /&gt;just to feel the touch of your love&lt;br /&gt;you know i've always hated&lt;br /&gt;knowing how far apart we are&lt;br /&gt;someday, someway, somehow&lt;br /&gt;we will be together again&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus:)&lt;br /&gt;baby i'm all messed up in you&lt;br /&gt;you're far away&lt;br /&gt;but you're here with me&lt;br /&gt;baby i'm all messed up in you&lt;br /&gt;you're all i need&lt;br /&gt;my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every night i wake up&lt;br /&gt;hoping that i'll find you here and&lt;br /&gt;there's not a day that goes by&lt;br /&gt;i don't think about your smile&lt;br /&gt;someday, someway, somehow&lt;br /&gt;we will be together again&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know that we will find a way&lt;br /&gt;to be together someday&lt;br /&gt;and i promise you that i won't leave&lt;br /&gt;i'll be here forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;i'm lost here without you&lt;br /&gt;i'm all messed up in you&lt;br /&gt;i hope i never wake up&lt;br /&gt;i dream about you all the time now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116087049312563324?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116087049312563324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116087049312563324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116087049312563324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116087049312563324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/all-messed-up.html' title='All Messed Up'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-116079093929764376</id><published>2006-10-14T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T10:21:17.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Get to Me [Train]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Go on hitch a ride on the back of a butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There's no better way to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To get to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look around at what I got&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And without you, it ain't a lot&lt;br /&gt;But I got every, with you, everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Friday the 13th was'nt unlucky for me at all. To hell with the Myth! &gt;:3 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hurr~ I've had two 2 hrs sleep, and was late for work. But I couldn't care less. I love hearing him laugh.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... And right now I just &lt;em&gt;can't&lt;/em&gt; stop&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;SMILING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;o:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116079093929764376?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116079093929764376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116079093929764376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116079093929764376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116079093929764376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-stop.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-116025917204157134</id><published>2006-10-08T06:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T06:47:16.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/this_is_how_i_feel.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/this_is_how_i_feel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Call Me When You're Sober  [Evanescence]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you loved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You want me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up and down the past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday LU LIVE! was soo much fun! I got to see my HOL guildmates again as well as meet with the other RF peeps from Altrax. I got dizzy from all the people introduced to me, and right now I could barely remember their faces. Hehe. I was hoarse from lack for sleep, from shouting over the NEST Finals, and from talking non-stop the whole afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some pics (c/o ria):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014613zn9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014613zn9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;L-R: curby, ria, pau, joe, me, allen, keith and maxipeel &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014635kj2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014635kj2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Standing (L-R): Kohaku, Voldenmore, Railshark, sachiel, Zeek, Malkav; On the Floor: AeolusYager, Maximin, msBLUEgirl, Thiek, Astraea, Soulrun, ElBimbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014614ym1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014614ym1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ceru's Brownies~! Yummy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014655jt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014655jt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last shot before goin home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014629km5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/pa014629km5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/this_is_how_i_feel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HOL Posing with the Brown MAU Cosplay Winner~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And oh, I forgot. I am now the &lt;a href="http://boards.risingforce.ph/"&gt;Bellato Altrax Board Archon&lt;/a&gt;. And here are Soulie's Lvl 41 screenie~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/NeutralB0002.jpg"&gt;Reaching for the Stars &gt;"&lt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/NeutralB0007.jpg"&gt;Dancing in the Moonlight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/RF%20Screenies/NeutralB0003.jpg"&gt;Soulrun in Lvl 41 LR Set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The other days weren't that remarkable. Save for the fact that the GEVC VOIP Phone has gone haywire and it's making my job really hard to do. I hope we do good this week tho. . &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Friday night I cried myself to sleep. Felt better when I woke up Saturday morning, went to work. Got home around 1pm, slept. Then cried when I woke up. Felt like crap. Played RF, then I was ok again. The price I have got to pay I guess. But it's all worth it. I know it is. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta. If you want me to I'll be there for you, maybe I can save your life. At times you hated me, ain't that how love should be. So just me save your life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right about now I need some coffee. Maybe some choco chip cookies. And a hug. &lt;3&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-116025917204157134?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/116025917204157134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=116025917204157134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116025917204157134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/116025917204157134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/up-and-down.html' title='Up and Down'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_this_is_how_i_feel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-115965319659911332</id><published>2006-10-01T05:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T06:09:07.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Needful Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: Waiting [Omnisoul]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But if you want me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll be the one for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I can save your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At times you've hated me, ain't that how love should be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So just let me save your life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/I_need_You_by_Drewyu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/I_need_You_by_Drewyu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me. And the thought of it just makes me smile. =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115965319659911332?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115965319659911332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115965319659911332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115965319659911332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115965319659911332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/10/needful-things.html' title='Needful Things'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m290/Soulrun/DA%20stuff/th_I_need_You_by_Drewyu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-115940688580160335</id><published>2006-09-28T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T05:33:21.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Morning Rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Slide [Goo Goo Dolls] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you whisper in my ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The things you wanna feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll give you anything to feel it comin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you wake up on your own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or wonder where you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You live with all your faults&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna wake up where you are..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't say anything at all..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a stormy Thursday morning. Frankly, everything is just plain gloomy. It's been raining non-stop since last night, which made it uber hard for me to get up this morning. Classes are suspended in all levels, but too bad I ain't in college anymore. Haha. So I showered, a very cold one at that and got dressed. I trudged under the pouring rain and made my way in front of KFC to catch my FX ride to the office. I was glad to catch a ride within my first five minutes of waiting. Despite having the bottom of my capris wet, I was about to thank my lucky stars when lo and behold - the Tamaraw's batteries decided to die out on us. Haha. So there I was. Wet and running late and stranded in the SEAOIL station in Pineda - desperately waiting for a cab. I got one after like 10 mins. But the freaking driver was trying to pretend he doesn't know how to get me to Emeral Ave in Ortigas! AMP. So there, I was late for work. Late and wet and pissed. And quite hungry too and so in need of my caffeine fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is boring. So I'm left with browsing &lt;a href="http://boards.risingforce.ph"&gt;RF boards &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://naruto-arena.com"&gt;Naruto Arena&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where he is or how he's doing. The last message I got was like 8 hours ago, when we said g'nyt. *sigh* I keep reading this. Something he sent me via PM at Naruto-Arena yesterday. It's the only bright spot in my day :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hehe.. wawa kc angel q pag la magawa.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beh!&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you mahal..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez. I'm ranting. I just miss him so bad. Haven't had the chance to spend quality time in more than a week. We both had stuff to take care of. I got sick, we had a fight. Then there's RF and stuff he's got to do til next week. And it makes me quite depressed to realize that I'll be turning 22 in 5 weeks, and I'm not gonna be able to spend that day with him, or my family for that matter. =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115940688580160335?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115940688580160335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115940688580160335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115940688580160335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115940688580160335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday-morning-rants.html' title='Thursday Morning Rants'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115843811157642921</id><published>2006-09-17T03:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T04:28:56.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Rush (Wishing. Hoping. Waiting. Wondering)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Listening to: Miracle [Foo Fighters]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dying to to harm these tired eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been losing sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please come to me tonight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Love_Away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Love_Away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phew. It's been quite a week. Well, it always is everytime my mum's in town! XD So here's a rundown of what I've been up to: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Saturday, the 9th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom arrived from Aklan. I picked her up at Auntie Arlene's place in Mandaluyong after lunch then we brought her stuff at my place in Pasig. After that we were off to Sta. Rosa coz she's gonna be spending the weekend at Auntie Erna's place. After dropping her off, I shuttled back to Manila. I was quite in a rush coz there's an event in RF. But heck, due to lag and DC problems they had to postpone it. I went straight to work after RF-ing. PCSI's Telco went haywire - leaving them with dead phonelines. So Racquel ended up doing her confirmations here at Jollibee Plaza. And because of that I got off at 11am Sunday, instead of my usual 7am! :( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sunday, the 10th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After I got off work I went straight to Laguna to spend time with my mom and my cousins. Hrr. To think I haven't slept yet. I finally hit the sack round 2pm and woke up feelinf like crap. My throat hurt and I had the sniffles. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Monday, the 11th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 Years after 9/11. God Bless their souls. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went back to Manila with mum. We met up with Auntie Arlene I went with them to PTRI in Taguig for the analysis of the Piña fibers for mum's PhD thesis. My day off. My sniffles got worse and I had a slight fever. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Tuesday, the 12th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So-so day. I left mum alone at home. I went to work and played RF afterwards, piloting &lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/ARhero.jpg"&gt;Leppard.&lt;/a&gt; Weee~ It's fun being a berserker pala. Ahaha! I had him gain 10%, which ain't bad. And I died twice! Haha. I was shockedd when I got home coz everything is soo neat and clean. She did all my laundry, organized my stuff and my bed as well as everything else. Really. I gotta hand it to her. Thanks nanay. *hugs* Still sick though. And it's kinda nice to be sick with my mum around coz she's fuzzing over me, just like when I was a kid. Geez. I missed those days. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Wednesday, the 13th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I skipped work. Went back to PTRI with mum to take some pics and observe in their lab. I was the designated photographer and I toyed with her digicam while she was discussing some computations with the researcher! Went to Megamall after and she shopped around, with me trudging along. I was quite sick by this time - coughing and sneezing and running a fever. Anyways, I had my best dinner date. It was over some sinigang na maya-maya and my mum fussing and urging me to eat since I'm sick. XD It's been a while since I felt "that" comfortable around her. No pep talks about how I should do this or do that. I think it's because she sees I'm ok now, and I'm happy. I'm glad she didn't ask about Carlo. I think she knows I don't wanna talk to him anymore. She means well, and I love her. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thursday, the 14th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went to work, and mom went back to Aklan. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Friday, the 15th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Payday! Woot~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Saturday, the 16th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just work. And RF. We lost SC2, won 9pm CW.. I turned lvl 41! Tee hee~ And butchy got to 43! Will post screenies later. I was in a hurry to get to work to take any. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another boring workday. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;quote&gt; Wishing. Hoping. Waiting. Wondering.. &lt;/quote&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115843811157642921?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115843811157642921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115843811157642921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115843811157642921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115843811157642921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/09/mad-rush-wishing-hoping-waiting.html' title='Mad Rush (Wishing. Hoping. Waiting. Wondering)'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115767653197010370</id><published>2006-09-08T08:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T08:48:52.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/4309/brokenheartbygabriell332hc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img385.imageshack.us/img385/4309/brokenheartbygabriell332hc3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.tristancafe.com/music/flash/listen.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close the door&lt;br /&gt;I feel a breeze hold me please&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cold night, turn off the light&lt;br /&gt;Come take my hand and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to these things I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Please understand&lt;br /&gt;he left me, all alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear the room&lt;br /&gt;Of every memory&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that song back on&lt;br /&gt;It's an endless maze&lt;br /&gt;Take away this haze&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;mend&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my heart and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to these things I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Please understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; left me, all alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to these things I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;understand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;he left me, all alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn away&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to see me cry&lt;br /&gt;I just want things the way they were&lt;br /&gt;It's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Wipe my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to these things&lt;br /&gt;I have to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand&lt;br /&gt;he left me, all alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I ask of you&lt;br /&gt;Please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with me&lt;br /&gt;Until he comes back&lt;br /&gt;Oh, til he comes..&lt;br /&gt;til he comes..&lt;br /&gt;til he comes back (please Listen)&lt;br /&gt;until he come..&lt;br /&gt;til he comes back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grah.  I'm all broken up again.  =( Somebody fix me please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115767653197010370?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115767653197010370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115767653197010370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115767653197010370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115767653197010370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/09/listen.html' title='Listen'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115760068928114609</id><published>2006-09-07T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T11:53:37.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Lonely</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8996/walkawaybybastmanfs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8996/walkawaybybastmanfs9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img98.imageshack.us/img98/8996/walkawaybybastmanfs9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.radioblogclub.com/open/72791/hello_lonely/11]%20Theory%20Of%20A%20Deadman%20~%20Hello%20Lonely%20(walk%20away%20from%20this)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hello Lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How you doin' today?&lt;br /&gt;Hello sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;How could you go and be so cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "Goodbye sad man"&lt;br /&gt;Cuz all this pain is getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why're you sad?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;It's you that holds my dreams and seems to always come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this again?&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone I can move on&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Just know that I've been here all along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So why're you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know that&lt;br /&gt;It's you that holds my dreams and seems to always come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this again?&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this?&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All those days you waste on me I just can't let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why're you sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's you that holds my dreams and seems to always come back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this again?&lt;br /&gt;How do I live without you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;How could you walk away from this, just walk away from this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away?&lt;br /&gt;(Again)&lt;br /&gt;How could you walk away from this?&lt;br /&gt;(Again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Just walk away from this again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115760068928114609?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115760068928114609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115760068928114609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115760068928114609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115760068928114609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/09/hello-lonely.html' title='Hello Lonely'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115715825205902389</id><published>2006-09-02T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T08:54:33.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumming Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Stay With You [Goo Goo Dolls]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And I'll stay with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The walls will fall before we do&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand now&lt;br /&gt;We'll run forever&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the storm inside you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll stay with you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Puyat. Barely 2 hrs sleep lang. I need to sleep properly! I know it's not healthy to sleep at 3 or 4 am when I have work at 6am. But.. &lt;em&gt;"And I know it wasn't right, but it felt so good.."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another slow day. Waiting for my shift to end. Browsed &lt;a href="http://deviantart.com"&gt;DA&lt;/a&gt; and Loved these images. Soo pretty :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Changes_of_anotimps_3_by_rd_signs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Changes_of_anotimps_3_by_rd_signs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ Dreamy ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Far_Away_by_moonburst23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Far_Away_by_moonburst23.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Lovely ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QuiZ Time! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;At first glance, people see you as down to earth and reliable.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is reserved and logical.&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem thoughtful and interested in ideas.&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115715825205902389?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115715825205902389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115715825205902389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115715825205902389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115715825205902389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/09/bumming-around.html' title='Bumming Around'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115663076242113712</id><published>2006-08-27T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T06:20:31.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/wr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/wr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Over my Head [The Fray]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Everyone knows I'm in over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Over my head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With 8 seconds left in overtime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She's on your mind..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been raining on and off lately. Actually the weather is quite unpredictable. XD And I hate it because I end up not bringing my jacket when it's raining after I get off my shift. Sure I have my umbrella but I don't wanna take it out. I don't like a wet umbrella. Nah ah :D &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So anyways, yesterday wasn't much of a difference. It's a Saturday so I decided to wear my khaki drawstring pants and flip flops to work. (Woot~ I can wear flip flops to the office! It's actually one of the reasons while I like my job - it doesn't require me to be in a corporate suit. Haha). So since I was wearing flip flops and I am not girly (translation: I don't walk,talk,dress and act like your average girl), I ended up with small greyish blotches at the backside of my pants. And lots of them. I didn't notice until one of my officemates asked me what's with my pants during breaktime. But heck, I couldn't care less anyways. But seeing those muddy blotches made me think of my mom, and how she always reminds me to walk properly lest I get dirt on my clothes - especially when it's raining. It's almost making me laugh out loud when I think about it. Imagine. I'm a full grown adult now. But I still don't know how to walk when it's raining! /swt &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I slept when I got home. Woke up around 5:30 I think and just lounged around my bed and engaged in another marathon texting session with HIM. I got up around 7:30 - showered, grabbed some chow, got dressed then left for INGEN to catch the 9PM CW. There was an event: system crash. Which got screwed bigtime coz the GM's PC crashed during the most critical moment. Sheesh~ System crash talaga! Literally! LOL. We're gonna know the results by Monday so we just gotta keep our fingers crossed. We need the drop mods. I need to farm! XD I found out from Leppard that I have this semi-immunity from them Accretians. Coz according to his accre friend, there was something on map chat about NOT killing Soulrun. Tee Hee~ Lesser CODs from accre pawnage! Spamming at the boards was kinda good for me I guess. Hehe &gt;:) Friday's CW was a lot more fun tho. It went on for three hours and was a draw. But the Federation Troops were able to successfully defend BCC from the combined Cora and Acrre forces. And I got my all-time record of 22 Kills! Weee~! But Lepp beat me tho, he got 34 friggin kills! Pfft! I am gonna beat him one time. Antay lang siya! XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work is boring. Nothing to do here in the office. So I spammed at the boards some more. Good thing one of my accre board buddies was still up - spam galore! And I was flabbergasted to know that I am now the #2 spammer in the whole of RFO-Ph boards. OMFG! XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eecdb5" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Soul Really Looks Like&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f1ded0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/insidetheroomofyoursoulquiz/room.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are quite expressive and thoughtful. You see the world in a way that others are blind to.&lt;br /&gt;You are a grounded person, but you also leave room for imagination and dreams. You feet may be on the ground, but you're head is in the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you.&lt;br /&gt;Your near future is a lot like the present, and as far as you're concerned, that's a very good thing.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115663076242113712?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115663076242113712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115663076242113712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115663076242113712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115663076242113712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-to-walk.html' title='How to Walk'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115629334362640111</id><published>2006-08-23T08:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:36:52.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting 40~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Dirty Little Secret [All Ameican Rejects]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workwise it's the same old story. It's all good baby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a social life anymore. Dang schedule O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee~! &lt;a href="http://rfboards.levelupgames.ph/index.php?showtopic=7657"&gt;Soulrun&lt;/a&gt; finally hit 40! After like 8 months! LOLz. She's officially a Harrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/starry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/starry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing with her new toy: +3 int BSB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/ARing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/ARing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anti-Raiding with another new toy: SI Vulcan (that got her broke!) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/246.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Haha~! Impulse shot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115629334362640111?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115629334362640111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115629334362640111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115629334362640111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115629334362640111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/08/hitting-40.html' title='Hitting 40~'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115578218303796580</id><published>2006-08-17T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T10:36:23.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 40 :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Brighter than Sunshine [Aqualung]&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine&lt;br /&gt;And it's brighter than sunshine..&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Weee~! Soulrun's at 39 already.  50% to go and I can change to Harrier :) Hopefully I can finish it today, or tomorrow so I can be ready for this weekend's PT mod.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/pretty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/pretty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty Baby~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/e1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/e1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; PL-ing in Ether ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/rtrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/rtrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a Break :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115578218303796580?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115578218303796580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115578218303796580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115578218303796580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115578218303796580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/08/almost-40.html' title='Almost 40 :)'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115560279799147803</id><published>2006-08-15T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T11:43:09.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Billion People</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; JJ Blaberring on a Tuesday morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6, 534, 717, 139&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; people in the world and all you need is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/crowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I stumbled upon the world population counter while I was scouring the net for something interesting. It reminded of that One Tree Hill episode when Peyton painted her wall black and wrote down the 6 billion people in the world thing. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm. Wala lang. Just made me wonder. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*as&lt;a href="http://http://www.census.gov/main/www/popclock.html"&gt; of 03:29 GMT (EST+5) Aug 15, 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.census.gov/main/www/popclock.html"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115560279799147803?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115560279799147803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115560279799147803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115560279799147803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115560279799147803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/08/6-billion-people.html' title='6 Billion People'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115542318934678430</id><published>2006-08-13T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:52:35.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Good Day [Jewel] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't think standing here no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm alone, my mind's racing, heart breaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you be everything I need you to be?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you protect me like a daughter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you love me like a father?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can you drink me like water?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say I'm like the desert, just hotter. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He said goodnight at 1 am. I fell asleep, only to be awakened 2 hours later by his SMS message - urging me to get out of bed coz I have to be at work by 4. I asked him why he's still up. He said he can't stop thinking about me. Geez. I know it's cheesy but it's making me kilig anyways. So I prepped up, and was texting with him all the way to the office. Twas raining. And I wanted so bad to crawl back in my bed and just lie there. I got here (the office) by 4:30 I think. I know I'm late but it doesn't matter since it's a Sunday. LOL :) He made sure I was safely in the office before he turned in for the night. Shucks. Such a sweet thing, that boy. No wonder I can't stop smiling. &lt;p&gt;Ritch left for the day after I arrived. Work's very light this week since the other guys were moved to GY already. So I've got lots of idle time. As if i don't heve enough already! 8D Nothing to do so I lazed around the net (again!) I lurked around RF boards, and was forced to sign up for a Multiply account just so I could view the Acrretia GEB pics. I'm thinking about using the multiply account for Soulrun's RP Stuff - like her profile, character background and all that. Hmm. And yeah, I also signed up for Deviantart today, so I could leave comments on Dzini's DA page. Woot~! -1 Single person in the world! XD Yey for falling in love again! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now I'm having a cup of coffee, and munching on choco mallows. I would've wanted him here with me but he's sick. And I actually enjoy moments like these when I could just sit back and let my thoughts flow. Next week he said he'd try. But I don't wanna impose on him. Don't have the right to. LOL. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carlo is still texting, he says he missed me. But I don't miss him. Right now I'm missing someone else entirely. Sigh. I want him to move on, just like I did. But how to tell him when he won't listen? It's frustrating coz I ctually thought that we've worked out the whole "let's be friends" thing. Then the barrage of text msgs came. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/belats.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Random thought: I wanna get a tattoo. A teenie weenie Bellato Race Symbol at the back of my right hand. But my folks are gonna freak I'm just soo sure they would! XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 hours more before I can go home, climb back to bed and&lt;br /&gt;dream of Ice Cream *wink* :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115542318934678430?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115542318934678430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115542318934678430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115542318934678430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115542318934678430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/08/dreaming-of-ice-cream.html' title='Dreaming of Ice Cream'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115517086384067721</id><published>2006-08-11T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:37:34.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;CLOSER [Joshua Radin]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;so, we're alone again&lt;br /&gt;i wish it were over&lt;br /&gt;we seem to never end&lt;br /&gt;only get closer&lt;br /&gt;to the point where i can take no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;down your face they pour&lt;br /&gt;won't you be the new one burn to shine&lt;br /&gt;i take the blue ones every time&lt;br /&gt;walk me down your broken line&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hush my baby now&lt;br /&gt;your talking is just noise&lt;br /&gt;and won't lay me down amongst your toys in a room&lt;br /&gt;where i can take no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;down your face they pour&lt;br /&gt;won't you be the&lt;br /&gt;new one burn to shine&lt;br /&gt;i take the blue ones every time&lt;br /&gt;walk me down your&lt;br /&gt;broken line&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photographs and brightly colored paper&lt;br /&gt;are your mask you wear in this caper&lt;br /&gt;that is our life&lt;br /&gt;we walk right into the strife&lt;br /&gt;and a tear from your eye brings me home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the clouds in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;down your face they pour&lt;br /&gt;won't you be the new one burn to shine&lt;br /&gt;i take the blue ones every time&lt;br /&gt;walk me down your broken line&lt;br /&gt;all you have to do is cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115517086384067721?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115517086384067721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115517086384067721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115517086384067721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115517086384067721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/08/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115479972828291216</id><published>2006-08-06T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T02:49:29.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/in_love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/in_love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABOUT A BOY~&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Learning the Hard Way [Gin Blossoms]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wonder what you're dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;While we’re halfway cross this bridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We've come too far to turn back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We're just too close to quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wee~! New layout, and I'm in love with it! 8D And starting next week, I have a new day off. Mondays now instead of Tuesdays since we have a new account, and some of the guys were moved to GY shift. I'm leftt with Ritchie for the GEVC account until everything is up and running for the other new account. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;And speaking of new stuff, Soul's got to lvl 37 na pala! And she's got new gear! I love teh +2 chaos int gatling from Lepp. And I also got a +15 dodge amulet from Leggy, and a +3 chaos smart gatling from Yashiru. Woot! 141 dodge ^^; I am so addicted to mobbing leds and ore farming. Gotta save up for that SI bolt rifle of vulcan. And I need to PL to 40 na! Hmm, maybe next week. That is, if I don't get sidetracked again! Haha.. Soul's got some tin can stalkers! LAWL! I didn't know AR (Anti-Raiding) could be such fun! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img77.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ether3yf2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img77.imageshack.us/my.php?image=ether3yf2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img77.imageshack.us/img77/6769/ether3yf2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img231.imageshack.us/my.php?image=orangescp2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img231.imageshack.us/img231/5426/orangescp2.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting for the Cartella Ship ~ Anti Raid with Leppard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, some random thoughts during my idle office time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This boy is a mass of complications. He's nice and sweet one moment then naughty and bad the next. He claims he'd rather be alone, but asked me "not to leave". He says he's not lonely, when he actually is. He told me he wouldn't wanna fall in love again. So he's gonna steer clear of 'em girls. It's all about prevention, he said. ^_~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&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="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This boy is making me smile :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115479972828291216?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115479972828291216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115479972828291216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115479972828291216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115479972828291216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/08/about-boy.html' title='About a Boy'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115422202289414346</id><published>2006-07-31T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T01:55:22.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing to do. I'm waiting out the end of my Sunday shift. Traded sked with Ritch. I was s'posed to post an entry about something else entirely. But I decided against it. I'm just not yet ready to let the world know about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo loving this: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/t/the_wreckers/leave_the_pieces.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;LEAVE THE PIECES (The Wreckers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="'hov'" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/t/the_wreckers/leave_the_pieces.html" target="'_blank'"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="'RAOCXplayer'" pluginspage="'http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'" src="'http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/t/the_wreckers/leave_the_pieces_835660.asx'" width="'300'" height="'300'" type="'application/x-mplayer2'" autostart="'true'" showcontrols="'1'" showstatusbar="'0'" loop="'true'" enablecontextmenu="'0'" displaysize="'0'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came up with this - random song lyrics that just popped into my mind ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I would have given you all of my heart&lt;br /&gt;But there's someone who's torn it apart&lt;br /&gt;And he's taken just all that I had&lt;br /&gt;But if you want I'll try to love again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Sheryl Crow, The First Cut is the Deepest&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When I find out who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;When I pull myself together again&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give myself to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Train, Give Myself to You&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You've been sad&lt;br /&gt;Your're misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Did you find your kind&lt;br /&gt;Like i knew you would?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Josh Kelly, Everybody Wants You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Aren't I lovely and do you want me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am hungry for something that will make me real&lt;br /&gt;Can you see me and do you love me cause&lt;br /&gt;I am desperately searching for something real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Plumb, Real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Like eager angels falling from heaven&lt;br /&gt;I'd give it all up to feel the pain with you..&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Session Road, Eager Angels&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm open, you're closed&lt;br /&gt;Where I follow, you'll go&lt;br /&gt;I worry I won't see your face&lt;br /&gt;Light up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Howie Day, Collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;The walls will fall before we do&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand now&lt;br /&gt;We'll run forever&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the storm inside you&lt;br /&gt;I'll stay with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Goo Goo dolls, Stay With You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hello lonely&lt;br /&gt;How you doin' today?&lt;br /&gt;Hello sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk this way?&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;em&gt; Theory of a Dead Man, Hello Lonely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One thing is clear, I wear a halo&lt;br /&gt;I wear a halo when you look at me&lt;br /&gt;But standing from here&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't say so you, wouldn't say so if you were me&lt;br /&gt;And I, I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh I, I just wanna love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Haley James Scott, Halo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;May he turne 21 on the base of Fort Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Just a day he said down to the flask in his fist&lt;br /&gt;Ain't been sober since maybe October of last year&lt;br /&gt;Here in town you can tell he's been down for while&lt;br /&gt;But my God it's so beautiful when the boy smiles&lt;br /&gt;Wanna hold him but maybe I'll just sing about it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Anna Nalick, Breathe (2AM)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just read between the lines :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115422202289414346?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115422202289414346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115422202289414346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115422202289414346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115422202289414346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-morning.html' title='Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115360541782748172</id><published>2006-07-23T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T05:56:58.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/stoodthere.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/stoodthere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Good Morning Baby [Dan Wilson &amp; Bic Runga]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good morning, baby&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm gonna make it through another day..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last time I updated, I was hyper.  And I still am.  Must be all that coffee I had.  And that something else is still with me.  :)&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My week has passed me by in a blur.  Geez!  Time does fly.  Last time I checked, twas Monday morning and I was feeling too lazy to get out of bed.  And now it's already early morning Sunday! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Things were'nt going so well at work.  The friggin brokers are up to something and we think it ain't good.  Anyways, we're gonna have a couple of new accounts coming in.  And hopefully by next month I'm gonna be back to my GY Mon to Fri shift - which means no more waking up at 5 am and no more work on Sundays! Plus I get Saturday and Sunday off! Woot~ I just hate my sched.  I know I've been ranting about this for quite some time now.  Haha!  But having to work on a Sunday is just soo annoying.  And Tuesday for a day off? Ano naman magagawa ko nun?! Sheesh~ But I have got to do it.  Since it's my job, it's in my JD and because no one else can (Yes, call me conceited but no one else can do it.  That's why I'm back to this swinging sked of mine).  And it's not just my career that's on the line, but the agents' as well.  So I have to do it properly! X3 &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On. The. Line.  Is it time? Is it right? Is it ok?  Sheesh~ So many questions! Haha!  But I feel good.  And right now I could hardly care.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, so that last paragraph was just sooo vague.  Even to me. Haha.. I'm actually just typing whatever that comes to mind. ^^; So yeah, on the line.  Reminds me of this Teddy Geiger song:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cause everybody tries to put some love on the line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and everybody feels a broken heart sometimes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and even when i'm scared i have to try to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes i fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ive seen it done before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; i got to step outside these walls..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sometimes I wonder if its worth it.  Mending you heart and putting in back "out there".  Then have it broken all over again.  *Bitter Laugh*  Heck.  I should know.  I've had my heart trampled down a couple of times already.  Well, I think it is worth it.  And I believe I can survive having it broken one more time, and then another.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;***[For You'll-Know-Who-You-Are-When-You-Get-To-Read-This-Entry: Thank you for making me feel good.  I just hope I'm gonna be good for you as well.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115360541782748172?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115360541782748172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115360541782748172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115360541782748172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115360541782748172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-line.html' title='On the Line'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115323638064702904</id><published>2006-07-20T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T23:27:54.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: A Lifetime [Better Than Ezra]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know it wasn't right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it felt so good..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. More RF screenies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/7065/lodepk2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/7065/lodepk2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over at Lode Falls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/6393/hmmsn7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/6393/hmmsn7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Secret Place..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/4475/wootpm3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img164.imageshack.us/img164/4475/wootpm3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Is not so secret anymore! &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/5143/orbsbx3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/5143/orbsbx3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love them orbs! &gt;3 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/9843/solussh1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img355.imageshack.us/img355/9843/solussh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot~ Focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115323638064702904?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115323638064702904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115323638064702904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115323638064702904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115323638064702904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/07/hanging-out.html' title='Hanging Out'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115298641446009200</id><published>2006-07-16T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:03:10.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/bored.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Hello Lonely [Theory of a Dead Man]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello, lonely&lt;br /&gt;How are you doing today?&lt;br /&gt;Hello, sweet thing&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you walk this way?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over a week since my last entry and things have been pretty hectic. Not to mention that I've got too much stuff goin on inside my head than I'm letting on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 8 - Went to the Bellato GEB @ Phoenix with my HOL guildies. I was finally able to meet Zepplin, ElBimbo, Malkav and Railshark :) I had Zepp and Hossie meet me at the MRT Magallanes station since I don't know my way around Makati. Then we went to Pacific Star and met up with ElBimbo. Then off to Phoenix! Antherion and Chino was there as well as Valfogg and Neoma. It's kinda weird and fun at the same time to see the faces behind the avatars that I see in game. Some were mere kids while the others were uh, not so young. Haha~ And teh chixilogs! LOLers! ^_~ Anyways, it was fun. Chaotic fun if you ask me! Haha.. Too bad the other HOL peeps weren't able to make it. And speaking of this GEB thing, I've got some guy (who claims to have seen me there) PMing me IG and sorta asking me out. /swt And I thought no one noticed me since I had my nameplate kinda concealed. LOL! Even the guys from Zeal (Bellato Nexus) saw me! Haha~ Woot~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days, more and more people are going OL (HOL Altrax). We managed to get to 1 page +. Yey! And most of the old RF peeps have decided to come back! I love it :) Haha! Plus, I'm excited about the RP Story System. I'm almost done with Soulrun's profile na. So far she's got a dead father, a loving mom, a lil bro and uh, a bodyguard who's got a crush on her! LOL~ More and more reasons for me to play! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/FlushTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/FlushTeam.jpg"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/FlushTeam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flush Team with Teh Banana MAU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;L-R: Railshark, Zakurestu, Sagiri (inside his BMAU!), Soulrun and Legatosynthesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/bored.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we ended up having to let two agents ko. *sigh* It's never easy. But there's nothing that us, the management team can do. It's a good thing though, that the sales have picked up when I started doing the GY confirmation shift again. Which means, no weekend for me. = ( Gah! &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I had lunch with Carlo. It was, uh awkward. He got me flowers. He knows how much I love flowers when it's raining. But somehow it didn't do anything for me. *sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I was able to get some of the stuff I want for my wishlist! Woot~ Haha.. At least I'm going somewhere. ^^; Geez, my back hurts! LOL. I need a back rub or a full body massage! XD Weee~ Something is a making me hyper these past few days. Haha~ *wink* And I like it. I haven't smiled this much in a few months eh. I hope this keeps up, I could use the enthusiasm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115298641446009200?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115298641446009200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115298641446009200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115298641446009200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115298641446009200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/07/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115216447980480888</id><published>2006-07-07T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:53:27.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Not Like the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/ticket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/ticket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Someday [Nickelback]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How the hell'd we end up like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why weren't we able&lt;br /&gt;To see the signs that we missed?&lt;br /&gt;And try and turn the table..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing I realized this past week, it's the fact that life is so not like the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Boy meets girl and they fall in love. They fight, make up and then live happily ever after. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real Life:&lt;/strong&gt; Boy meets girl and they fall in love. They fight. Break up. Boy wants the girl back bust she won't have him. They go their separate ways and might meet someone new along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt; Hero/heroine has a lot of problems. He can't cope with it anymore so he/she decides to pull a suicide stint. He survives and everything falls back into place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Real Life:&lt;/strong&gt; Hero/Heroine have had enough. Tries to kill him/herself. It's either he/she dies or survives but when he/she wakes up things are still the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*. Life is so much more complicated. I wish it's just like the movies tho. LOL. Don't we all... Wish for a happy ending? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115216447980480888?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115216447980480888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115216447980480888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115216447980480888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115216447980480888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-not-like-movies.html' title='So Not Like the Movies'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115177501269044771</id><published>2006-07-02T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:47:34.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want my Weekend Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img435.imageshack.us/img435/5971/kokome5yn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img435.imageshack.us/img435/5971/kokome5yn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Over my Head [The Fray]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Everyone knows I'm in Over my head, over my head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;With eight seconds left in overtime &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;He's on your mind, he's on your mind.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wee~ I wasn't able to update in two weeks! I've been quite busy. And when I'm online I'm usually on RF mode, and by the time I'm done playing I'm too tired or sleepy to write anything! XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, I've been very busy with work and with helping the agents pick up their numbers. And so far so good. Sales have been good for the past two weeks that I've been doing the midnight shift. On the downside, Tuesday na uli ang day off ko! Which sucks bigtime because (1) Everyone I know is either working or in school and (2) RF maintenance. So there, I'm left to watching One Tree Hill reruns and waiting for the maintenance to end so I could go OL since I can't go out - wala akong kasama X_x. Darn my assistant for not doing what she's s'posed to do! Arghh &gt;_&lt;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last week was pretty bad for me. I had dizzy spells. And I even spent one day in bed. Stupid migraine was killing me and won't let me keep anything down. My manager said I might have vertigo, sincee she went through the same things I did. Uh oh. Noo~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symptoms of Vertigo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Blurred vision (check - can't see the letters on my keyboard during the dizzy spells) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Fatigue and reduced stamina (check - I feel tired when I'm not sposed to be.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Headache (check - T_T.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Heart palpitations (rapid fluttering of the heart) -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imbalance (check - I can't walk in a straight line. And I tend to lean on my left side nowadays.) - Inability to concentrate (check - Hehe~) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Increased risk for motion sickness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Muscle ache (especially of the neck and back) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Nausea and vomiting (check - Yuck! ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Reduced cognitive function (i.e., thinking and memory) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Sensitivity to bright lights and noise (check - I'm not comfortable with earphones stuck to my ears anymore. Wahh~ ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- Sweating (check - I break out in a cold sweat even at midday.) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm goin to the doc on my next day off. Right now I just don't have the time. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moving on. RF was fun fun fun! We had Guild PBH since Thursday! Wee~ Hehe. And I'm lvl 36 na! Woot ^^; More and more people are goin OL in the guild. And I'm glad to have them back. I missed those guys while I was away. I miss Killey tho. Haven't seen him in 2 wks na. The last time we talked he said he's gonna be in Omi to try and get the 15 keens and 15 sets of high gems. I hope he makes the top 100 :). He promised me a set if he wins! &gt;:) I've also accumulated quite a few RF buddies! Yey~ All the more reason to play! So here's my latest batch of RF screenies: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/6258/kls0bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/6258/kls0bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/6258/kls0bn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soulrun, LegatoSynthesis and Kohaku prepping for CW. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/pb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/pb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Legato, Thiek, Kokahu and Soulrun waiting for teh Pit Boss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/PB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/PB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day of Guild PBH. We camped for more than1 hr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/plat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/plat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prolly, Hoseah, Soulrun and snup waiting for the ship to Ether.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/jun15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/jun15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last night with Killey - before his Omi vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/plat.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/6258/kls0bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img120.imageshack.us/img120/6258/kls0bn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img435.imageshack.us/img435/5971/kokome5yn.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115177501269044771?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115177501269044771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115177501269044771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115177501269044771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115177501269044771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-want-my-weekend-back.html' title='I Want my Weekend Back!'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115072485722203781</id><published>2006-06-20T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:53:43.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G'bye Giga 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: YM! message alerts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bad day. Tired. Confused. Sleepy. Missing someone. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AFK mining mode. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;YM with RF buddies and Guildmates. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/lastgiga3CW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/lastgiga3CW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/lastgiga3CW.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last CW for Giga 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Just had the urge to post this!) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update tomorrow. Sooo in need of a hug ~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115072485722203781?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115072485722203781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115072485722203781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115072485722203781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115072485722203781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/gbye-giga-3.html' title='G&apos;bye Giga 3'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115044058283678121</id><published>2006-06-16T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:49:42.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/4716/blue1pq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/4716/blue1pq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Let Me Go [3 Doors Down]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no matter how hard I try&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't escape these things inside&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know, I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all the pieces fall apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will be the only one who knows, who knows.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel so much &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;better&lt;/span&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Awakening* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you love, you get hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One lesson learned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You climb up, then slide down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you try again?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You treasure your friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And they stab your back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You follow your parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But are they on the right track?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You sing to the tune&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and you go with the flow - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when all's said and done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You end up alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What's the point in living?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This you might ask.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life's a bitch, it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then again, no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wake up little one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Open your eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The world is cruel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you ain't all alone. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From March of 2000&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115044058283678121?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115044058283678121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115044058283678121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115044058283678121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115044058283678121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/thank-you_15.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-115004139886161267</id><published>2006-06-12T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T23:58:32.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blur</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: In the Rough [Anna Nalick] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you say you know all you did not know before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I offer no sympathy for that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear that it was you who died alone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I offer no sympathy for that &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Better off I sparkle on my own &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And someday love will find me in the rough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someday love will finally be enough &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shine a little more lately&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First off - more YM! Doodles~ This is the result when I lazed around the net last night after I got home from Sir Mike's place. Went there after the shift with Fong, Ate Rey and Miss Joey. Food trip! XD We hung out, magic sing'd, ate and talked. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/nyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/nyt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Heartbreak comet~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's a Sunday so I've got nothing to do. I woke up late, did my laundry and showered. Then I had lunch - KFC again &gt;:) And it's RF time~ I leveled 1 LR PT today. Woot~ And had fun chattering in Guild Chat. Spent some time talking with Killey. And it actually made me feel a whole lot better. Thanks, Kil~ (you'd get to read this one day but not now!) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/topview2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/topview2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from the top - Bellato Water Gap&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/killey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/killey.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Killey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/nyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/topview2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Blur&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Faces, places&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Flashes in my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Dreams, promises&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Haunting me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Puzzle pieces&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Scattered all around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Invisible walls -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not wanting me to see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*This is from way back in 2000. @ Koi - more to come. I'll rummage through my old stuff some more! ^^;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-115004139886161267?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/115004139886161267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=115004139886161267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115004139886161267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/115004139886161267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/blur.html' title='Blur'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114994673375017591</id><published>2006-06-11T12:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:03:35.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost for Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Breathe [Anna Nalick]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wanted to write about a lot fo stuff. Im overflowing with feelings right now. But nothing's coming out. So, screenies again.. And song lyrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/zepp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/zepp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abstract art?!? &gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/zepp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/zepp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;YM! Doodle with Zepp this morning~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/jun10CW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/jun10CW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight's 9pm CW (we won btw^^;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Breathe [2 am]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake.. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?, I don't love him..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Winter just wasn't my season.."Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes..Like they have any right at all to criticize.. Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable.. And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;No one can find the rewind button, girl..So cradle your head in your hands.. And breathe... just breathe.. Oh breathe, just breathe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss.."Just a Day", he said down to the flask in his fist.."Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year.."Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while.. But, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Wanna hold him.. Maybe I'll just sing about it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable.. And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.. No one can find the rewind button, boys.. So cradle your head in your hands.. And breathe... just breathe.. Oh breathe, just breathe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There's a light at each end of this tunnel.. You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out..&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..If you only try turning around..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me.. Threatening the life it belongs to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd..Cause &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;these words are my diary, screaming out loud..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And I know that you'll use them, however you want to..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable..And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table. No one can find the rewind button now.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Sing it if you understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And breathe, just breathe.. Woah breathe, just breathe.. Oh breathe, just breathe.. Oh breathe, just breathe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114994673375017591?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114994673375017591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114994673375017591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114994673375017591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114994673375017591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost-for-words.html' title='Lost for Words'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114985438314881963</id><published>2006-06-10T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:10:01.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Listening to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He wants me back.&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/26930996-114985438314881963?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114985438314881963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114985438314881963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114985438314881963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114985438314881963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114980795297087813</id><published>2006-06-09T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:59:04.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counselling Sessions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/chink1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/chink1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Give Myself to You [Train]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I find out who I am&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna know just what to do&lt;br /&gt;When I pull myself together again&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna give myself to you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day yesterday was spent in counselling sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Texting with a guildmate/friend about some girl issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ YM talk with a guildmate who's having some love problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ New batch of panel counselling for the agents in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ And uh, texting with Carlo bout his "dad" problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew! It was pretty stressful to say the least. But I guess I have got to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon came a sudden downpour. It was a relief, for me at least coz it helped me settle into a 4-hr "nap" &gt;:) But on the downside, the power went out for like 30 mins, and I had to shower in the semi-darkness of the bathroom. Good thing it was up again by the time I was ready for my power nap. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really interesting happened. I just played RF after dinner. I PT'd for a bit, but was 9% short of leveling my Def PT when the call for CW came. So I had to go to Crag. We won! Yesh~ 5K CP and I was able to borrow a 10% dodge amulet from haremru &gt;:) After CW I was not-so-forcefully kidnapped for over 2 hours and was brought to Chink Cave XD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the whole Bellato GEB thing ^^; I wanna see my HOL family again and meet the guys I wasn't able to meet before. I think it's gonna be on the 1st of July. Weee~ &lt;p&gt;Oh well, I have to go now. Duty calls~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114980795297087813?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114980795297087813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114980795297087813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114980795297087813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114980795297087813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/counselling-sessions.html' title='Counselling Sessions'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114972422452029540</id><published>2006-06-08T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T07:58:54.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/5097/tear4hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/5097/tear4hh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img141.imageshack.us/img141/5097/tear4hh.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is Gone [Goo Goo Dolls]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I got somethin&lt;br /&gt;But its all and then its nuthin to me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I got my defenses&lt;br /&gt;When it comes through your intentions for me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we wake up in the breakdown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With the things we never thought we could be, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the one who broke you&lt;br /&gt;Im not the one you should fear&lt;br /&gt;We got to move you darlin&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But you were never really ever there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;All you need&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no solution&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of this pollution in me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I was not the answer&lt;br /&gt;So forget you ever thought it was me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not the one who broke you&lt;br /&gt;Im not the one you should fear&lt;br /&gt;We got to move you darlin&lt;br /&gt;I thought I lost you somewhere&lt;br /&gt;But you were never really ever there at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;All you need&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont need the fallout&lt;br /&gt;Of all the past thats in between us&lt;br /&gt;And Im not holding on&lt;br /&gt;And all your lies werent enough to keep me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free&lt;br /&gt;Talk to meI can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;All you need&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to get free&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its out there&lt;br /&gt;I know its out there&lt;br /&gt;And I can feel you falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its out there&lt;br /&gt;I know its out there&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its out there&lt;br /&gt;I know its out there&lt;br /&gt;Somehow here is gone, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This song says it all. And it has made me realize a lot of things. Funny coz I've been listening to it for quite some time now and it didn't hit me, not until yesterday anywyas. It was on "repeat" on my mp3 player the whole day. Listened to it again and again while RF-ing, and also before I slept. Played the song when I woke up, on my way to the office and I'm listening to it as I write this piece. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's... all i'm saying. For today at least.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114972422452029540?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114972422452029540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114972422452029540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114972422452029540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114972422452029540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/here-is-gone.html' title='Here is Gone'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114963630841760814</id><published>2006-06-07T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:10:49.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Heart in Hand [Vertical Horizon]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pictures and photographs&lt;br /&gt;Memories and windows&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes and epitaphs&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeats and hellos..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I was right. Yesterday was bad for me. I don't know why I felt crappy. Must be from the body pains I'm having. I felt sluggish coz of the painkiller I took. So in effect, the people from the office are getting into my nerves =/. I almost had a row with Niño about some confirmation thing. But we're ok now. LOL ^^; &lt;p&gt;As scheduled, we had the panel counselling yesterday. Twas Grace and Ate Rey on the hotseat. Honestly I was sleepy, and I was toying with my iPODs headset and pretending to pay attention &gt;:) But of course I wasn't like that the whole time. I was actually expected to say something with sense! So I said something about focusing their energy on just doing their jobs, blah blah.. LOL ^^ &lt;p&gt;Carlo is sick. And his text msgs are making mew uncomfortable =/ *sigh* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I got home, I took a long shower. And boy it felt nice! I ended up having a 4-hr nap &gt;:) Woke up just in time for dinner. Then it's RF time~ We won the 9pm CW - sooo 5k CP, woot! Rahr~ I didn't die last night. Anyways, here's more RF screenies from last night. Vox wasn't OL, and I promised to take him shopping at the Force NPC. Uh oh.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/cwuds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/cwuds.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close... &gt;:) But w&lt;em&gt;e just hang out, ok? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/wb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/wb2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enjoying the view~ &lt;em&gt;And the conversation..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the stars~&lt;em&gt; TheNovus sky was even in the mood for turning us in last night ^^ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm, I'm thinking about taking up photography. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna love it. ^^; Take pictures to compliment the stuff I write about. I can't draw so I might as well just take pictures! XD &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night we talked about stuff, and magic moments - some concept I got off the book By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept by Paolo Coelho. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[[You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Every day, God gives us the sun - and also one moment when we have the ability to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day, we try to pretend that we haven't perceived that moment, that it doesn't exist - that today is the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if people really pay attention to their everyday lives, they will discover that magic moment. It may arrive in the instant when we are doing something mundane, like putting our front-door key in the lock; it may lie hidden in the quiet that follows the lunch hour or in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. But that moment exists - a moment when all the power of the stars becomes a part of us and enables us to perform miracles. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Joy is sometimes a blessing, but it is often a conquest. Our magic moment helps us to change and sends us off in search of our dreams. Yes, we are going to suffer, we will have difficult times, and we will experience many disappointments - but all of these are transitory; it leaves no permanent mark. And one day we will look back with pride and faith at the journey we have taken. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pitiful is the person who is afraid of taking risks. Perhaps, this person would never be disappointed or disillusioned; perhaps she won't suffer the way people do when they have a dream to follow. But when the person looks back - she will never hear her heart saying "What have you done with the miracles that God planted in your days? What have you done with the talents God has bestowed upon you? You buried yourself in a cave because you were fearful of losing those talents. So this is your heritage, the certainty that you wasted your life. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Pitiful are the people who must realize this. Because when they are finally able to believe in miracles, their life's magic moments will have already passed them by.'"]] &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wee~ Never fails to make me smile everytime I read it :) I hope today's gonna be a good one. I think it'll be. ^^; I wonder when my magic moment will come today. But I guess I'll know it when it hit me~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: I'm now updating in the mornings, since someon'es been hogging all my OL time during the evenings lately &gt;:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114963630841760814?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114963630841760814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114963630841760814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114963630841760814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114963630841760814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/magic-moments.html' title='Magic Moments'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114955387444880065</id><published>2006-06-06T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:11:33.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just RF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Iris [Goo Goo Dolls]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all I can taste is this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coz sooner of later it's over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just don't wanna miss you tonight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last night was spent as usual, playing RF. Too lazy to type. My sides hurt from being caught between the elevator doors yesterday.. *grimace* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/1600/sol2.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/320/sol2.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Winding down after a day's work ^^;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/1600/solus.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/320/solus.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hanging around Solus Settlement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/1600/cw.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/320/cw.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CW Buddies ~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/1600/wb.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1730/2825/320/wb.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over at Windy Bluff - taking in the ocean view ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aww, I have panel counselling later. Dunno what I'm gonna say to them agents. I bet it'd be hard to keep a straight face! XD I have a feeling its gonna be another stressful day *sigh*. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Buti na lang may RF later~ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114955387444880065?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114955387444880065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114955387444880065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114955387444880065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114955387444880065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/just-rf.html' title='Just RF'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114946397029441173</id><published>2006-06-05T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T23:11:52.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/48/hellogoodbye5cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img89.imageshack.us/img89/48/hellogoodbye5cr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Slide [Goo Goo Dolls] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could you whisper in my ear&lt;br /&gt;The things you wanna feel&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you anything&lt;br /&gt;To feel it comin'..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been more than quite a few thunderstorms the past few days. Reminds me that summer is already over. It's already June anyways.. *sigh* So I've decided to make this entry as a tribute to the summers of my life (the one's I could remember, that is). Coz I have just recently realized that things happen for me during summer.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer or '93:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer before I enter 4th grade. Took the SPED exam and passed so I transferred schools. And uh, yeah.. This summer I also took Theater Arts classes and I kinda impressed my Instructor. LOL ^^ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '94:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Scenario - I am in my new school's oval. Waiting for my sister's summer classes to end. The wind was blowing nicely. Meanwhile, I busy myself with catching the petals falling off from the firetrees that surround the oval. I was swirling and swirling - making a wish every time I catch a petal.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '96:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer before I start HS. It was a blur, that's all I can remember. Something about me not knowing which school to go to because I got accelerated and finished grade school a year early.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '98:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;CMLI Summer Camp in Lucban Quezon. Twas fun :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '99:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer before my Senior Year. CAT Officers Training. Spent 2 weeks out of the House in CAT Boot Camp! =P It was hellish and fun at the same time. Wake up at 3am.. Breakfast.. Jog.. Drills.. Lecture.. Lunch.. Lecture..Physical Activities.. Dinner.. Lights out.. or Guard Duty. Imagine having to cook for 75 people! Eek &gt;.&lt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is also the time of UPCAT reviews, and going around my HS friend's house. Lots of sleepovers and swimming escapades.. Roasting tilapia on the beach and me swimming wearing my jeans! :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And oh, this is when I met ex # 1, though it was one of his friends who's a got a thing for me back then.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of 2000:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Out of HS and off to college. This was spent shuttling to and fro Manila and Aklan. Enrolled in UP, then went back home to spend my last summer there. Ex # 1 and I are together this time - our first summer. He was at my place everyday. From around lunchtime until late in the evening. then we'd talk on the phone until the wee hours of the morning when he gets home.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '01:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Collge summer! Spent it in Aklan, catching up with friends. And spending lots of time with ex # 1. We didn't know it's gonna be our last summer together.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '02:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can proudly say I'm over ex #1 by this time. Carlo became my boyfriend, and Xave gave me one of his "I told you so.." comments when I told him about it. Summer classes for Algebra.. Eeek &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '03:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlo and mine's best summer.. Summer getaway at his Lola's place in Quezon, which he didn't tell his dad about. LOL :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '04:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My sister's debut. Had a two-week vacation in Aklan with Carlo. He met my folks and my mum loved him. Went to Bora too.. &lt;p&gt;Spent most of this summer at Ayn's place. Carlo and I hung out with Ahmed, Angel, Gladys, Eric and Nicky a lot. The talk was about Magic Cards and movies. Spent lots of nights at Ayn's place trying to comfort her.. &lt;p&gt;Carlo and I had a big fight over some guy I befriended in RO, and over Angel's s'posed crush on me. LOL &gt;:) &lt;p&gt;My last summer as a student.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer of '05:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperately wanting to go back to Aklan, if only for a few days. &lt;p&gt;Also considered resigning from ePac.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Got promoted. Lots of adjustments at work.. &lt;p&gt;Rough time with Carlo.. Too much fights about time, priorities and a bunch of other crap. It ended after 4 years.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But we are still friends though.. &lt;p&gt;Now I have a lot of time for myself. I'm still getting used to this being on my own thing though.. But I think I'm doing good. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to lots of movies with my office friends. Saturday nights alone at Jollibee plaza and crashing at Ms Joey's or Sir Mike's place :) &lt;p&gt;Got in touch with old friends. I also got to think about what I wanna do with my life. Right now, I just wanna take it one day at a time. So much for making plans. :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I went back to RF and enjoyed every pixelated moment of it. Met a whole bunch of new people, including a lone gunman who describes himself as a deep thinker), and has taken to calling me Tamashi-can (Tamashi = nihongo for Soul). He has made it a habit to kidnap me and whisk me off someplace I've never been to everytime, with the fireworks and all. The other day we spent 10 hours, just talking. We're both suckers for good conversation I guess. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img81.imageshack.us/my.php?image=wg29gk.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/5852/wg29gk.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img81.imageshack.us/my.php?image=watergarden4th.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img81.imageshack.us/img81/1152/watergarden4th.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last night - Bellato Water Garden (Reminded me of Ferngully ^^;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This summer is all about choices. And so far I'm happy where I am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114946397029441173?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114946397029441173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114946397029441173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114946397029441173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114946397029441173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/memories-of-summer.html' title='Memories of Summer'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114912366388122292</id><published>2006-06-02T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T10:29:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About RF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img313.imageshack.us/img313/1418/ether4qr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img313.imageshack.us/img313/1418/ether4qr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Listening to: Stay with You [Goo Goo Dolls]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days was pretty much eneventful. Production is good. I feel super. Everything is going well so far. See, I was right when I said May was actually gonna be a good month for me ^^ &lt;p&gt;My sister was s'posed to come over from the province and stay with me for a while as she hunts the metropolis for a job but it didn't push through. Oh well.. I'm not gonna be any good at baby-sitting her, that much I know XD. And considering the fact that she ain't half as independent as I am, I'm gonna have a hard time once she's here. Nooo~ &lt;p&gt;[[For Jon: I'm so sorry to hear bout your dad. I've known you briefly, and fleetingly if you will but I just wanna say that it meant a lot to me when you still seeked me out for comfort when your dad passed away the other day; even if I refused to answer your sms msgs and your calls and I've been hiding from you in YM for the past week. I'm glad I got to make you feel a lil bit better, but right now I don't have room for further complications. I know you meant well but I'm sorry. ]] &lt;p&gt;RF has been keeping me busy ^_~. My renewed interest in the game was surprising. I think it's a mixture of different factors though - one, I missed the game; two, I needed the distraction; three, I've met new people who I can exchange playful banter with during the rigorous PT grinding; and four, because lately the Guild's slowly coming back to life (which, I hope goes on XD!)I actually got Soulrun to lvl 35 with decent PTs. Woot~ got promoted to Caters na! Phew, I was glad I didn't PL when I was so tempted to ^^. And I got a new suit - a purple one at that (with my tummy exposed!), as well as a new bow. There's an alliance between Bellato and Cora and we've been winning the CW's alternately since Friday - which is good for my CP, haha~ And yeah, vox is playing RF too. Now I have a lil Bellato brother! &lt;p&gt;I've been spending quite a lot of OL time RF guy lately. PT grind, then 9PM CW, then more PT grinding. After last night's CW we made our first trip out to Ether where he indulged my screenie frenzy. And he brought fireworks! (Points at screenshot ^ and then points to wishlist &lt;&lt;&lt; ) Afterwards came more PT grinding, and me being killed a lot of times; the reason being: Guild and Party chat, LOL :D We got carried away by the whole RP'ing theme. And an hour or so before we logged off, we abandoned shooting those bots (which he referred to as cousins of Zaide 3,000 times removed!) and just stood amidst the billowing snowstorm talking about... stuff. He actually got to calling me &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; fraulein. Oh my, I have an RF crush. Haha~ &lt;p&gt;It's amazing how RF can make me run away from it all. Just for a few hours each day, I'm free if my worries. Like my Dad's and my sister's cold war that has been raging for almost a week; or about my say regarding the sensitive matter of who gets to keep their job and who gets sacked; or wondering why people can say they love me but can't understand me.. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;I can't get this song out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 210px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #64783b; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.metrolyrics.com/lyricbox.php?lyricid=2147430647" frameborder="0" width="180" scrolling="no" height="190"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; COLOR: #e9f7c3; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.metrolyrics.com"&gt;Provided By MetroLyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe because deep down it's what I really wanna do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114912366388122292?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114912366388122292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114912366388122292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114912366388122292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114912366388122292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-about-rf.html' title='All About RF'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114875222450848752</id><published>2006-05-28T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T04:08:57.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could fall in Love with James Blunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/807/jb23dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/807/jb23dp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img162.imageshack.us/img162/807/jb23dp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: YOU and Me [Lifehouse]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything he does is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything he does is right..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought: You read that right. I could fall in love with James Blunt or Teddy Geiger (if he's older!) or Jason Wade - if they were normal guys. Or let's just say if I met someone like them I'd prolly fall for him &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, it's been a while since I've updated. So I'll do my best to catch up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't believe who was waiting outside our gate Wednesday morning - Carlo! I was genuinely surprised to see him and glad at the same time. He walked me all the way to KFC and waited until I could get a ride to the office. We hung out after my shift at INGEN where I kicked his ass playing DOTA :) Ate Candy and Rose kept asking about us. If we're really not together and all that stuff. They just couldn't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a blur. All I know is that it went ok. DOTA again with Carlo and I partied with RF guy during CW, then we went PT training after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was bad. My migraine was killing me. I went straight to sleep after the shift but I still woke up with my head throbbing. Nonetheless, played DOTA with Carlo and his crew at INGEN then went to CW alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was much better. Production is good ^^ I went OL after the shift coz there's 2x PT again, wee~ RF guy's OL and he said sorry he wasn't OL Friday night. LOL :) We chatted the whole afternoon off. Then I've got to sleep and he's gotta go do something for his dad. He asked if he could see me later (9PM CW). I can't help but wonder, is that the online equivalent of asking a girl out for another date? XD But I turned him down, told him I can't coz I've got to sleep then go to work :) After RF I went back to reading Angels and Demons and I was able to finish the book, woot~ I found that I liked it better than DVC. It's much more exciting XD. I tried to sleep after reading the book but it was so freaking humid. Thank goodness it rained hard - then I was able to sleep. But I got scared of the lightning though (yesh~! I'm scared of lightning). When I woke up it was no longer raining. It actually felt cool outside. Then I got a text from Carlo informing me he's already back in Calamba. Oh well.. *sigh*&lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's my last night doing the GY confirmation shift. Starting next week I'm on normal schedule again. Mon-Sat 6am-1pm :) More RF time! But seriously though, I really ought to adopt a new hobby now that I've got plenty of time to do other stuff. Right now I'm at the PCSI office - leeching off their internet connection and their phone line XD. The AVR at J-bee plaza short-circuited on me when I turned it on, killing the power in the whole office. And once again, I was alone in the dark. I was so pissed I didn't have time to be scared. Though I know for a fact that our boss's dad's ghost lurks in there. Good thing it didn't take Ritch long to get to me. He brought me spaghetti (his wife made it)! *yum* and we decided to just transfer here. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Err, I'm hungry again. So I'll just cut this short. And I want my coffee~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114875222450848752?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114875222450848752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114875222450848752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114875222450848752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114875222450848752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-could-fall-in-love-with-james-blunt.html' title='I Could fall in Love with James Blunt'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114837539298252423</id><published>2006-05-24T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:18:11.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wash Day Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/4786/wash1ox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img159.imageshack.us/img159/4786/wash1ox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: For You I Will [Teddy Geiger]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always want what you can't have&lt;br /&gt;But I've got to try&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have&lt;br /&gt;For you I will...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 8 am, but I lounged around my bed until about 10. I had a cup of coffee and proceeded to do my laundry. I usually hate washing clothes. But on this particular day I was actually looking forward to doing it. And amidst the din of the machine, I actually got to thinking about stuff and I emerged from the laundry room feeling surprisingly refreshed. I showered for almost an hour and enjoyed every second of it, then I took my sweet time figuring out what to wear before finally deciding on capri pants and a chinese blouse. I went out and had lunch by myself (fried chicken, yey~).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's RF time. I was just in time for the 1 PM CW. Oh well, we lost. If it's any consolation though BCC didn't break. It was the Corite's chip that was busted to pieces. 2x PT is over so there wasn't a lot of people around. I spent a good part of the afternoon hanging around Dry Moor and Twin Cave - killing every Brutal in sight. But I was bored to tears coz I have got nobody to talk to. I made more than a few lame attempts to start a conversartion but the people there just didn't wanna talk :( &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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="font-family:times new roman;color:#000066;"&gt;[[Soulrun: Oh, where are &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; when I need you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mitch: Off watching DVC, I believe..]]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So to save my sanity, I logged off. &lt;p&gt;It's my day off, sure. But I've got my Ops Manager still hounding me in YM about last week's production report. I mean it could wait until tomorrow, right? &gt;.&lt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh crap. It rained. So much for trying to be in a good mood. I hope I'd feel better later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114837539298252423?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114837539298252423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114837539298252423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114837539298252423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114837539298252423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/wash-day-blues.html' title='Wash Day Blues'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114831231300899740</id><published>2006-05-23T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T23:40:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/a945659d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/a945659d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Blind [Lifehouse]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never thought we'd be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When my love for you was blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Couldn't make you see it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That I loved you more than you'll ever know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A part of me died when I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today it's been a month since Carlo and I broke up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's up with me? Not much XD. Just.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;work.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sleep.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;eat.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;taking lots of showers XD.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;zoning out.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;RF - spent half the night with that guy from the previous post :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I've been a bad girl &gt;:) &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woot~ It's my day off tomorrow :) I can stay up late and wake up late. And more RF time, after I do my laundry of course and clean up my room. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooh, yeah.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;~ Happy Birthday Vox ~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*hugs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114831231300899740?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114831231300899740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114831231300899740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114831231300899740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114831231300899740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/30-days.html' title='30 days'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26930996.post-114815317771066760</id><published>2006-05-21T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T03:54:33.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RF Dates and Ex-Boyfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/8358/cb29mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/2259/hh2mq.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img108.imageshack.us/img108/2259/hh2mq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Echo [Incubus]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Won't you show me dear&lt;br /&gt;Something I've not seen&lt;br /&gt;Something infinitely interesting..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work went fine today. Everybody was excited since it's the weekend for them already - not for me though. Anyways, I went straight home after my shift, had lunch at One Fat and then RF mode~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole afternoon with that guy ^ (points at picture). I'm not gonna say who. LOL. (He's not from HOL so you can stop wondering now! XD) It was actually fun. It was the first time in years that I spent a considerable amount of OL time with a guy without worrying about anything. Eg : a jealous bf. Haha~ Anyways, today's PT grinding wasn't a drag at all. I really had fun with him. Well, he's smart and I like that. I learned quite a few things from him today. We talkeed about stuff - B movies, surperheroes, RF (of course), as well as worms and bugs among other things. By 6pm I was beat, so I logged off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Early in the game I had screenies with Zepplin at Cannon Alley. I didn't know they'd turn up like these coz Zepp took em. LOL~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img74.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cb34mv.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/3364/cb34mv.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img74.imageshack.us/my.php?image=cb29mo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img74.imageshack.us/img74/8358/cb29mo.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After RF I was about to sleep. But I ended up watching the OC rerun on ETC instead. I went to my room after the episode but I couldn't sleep. My body's tired but my mind's on something else. I think I was able to fall asleep at 8:30. Was s'posed to be up by 10pm, but I woke up at 11. LOL :D And Carlo was kinda pissed why I'm not answering his msgs. I was asleep for Pete's sake! And uh, he doesn't have the right to be mad anymore if I'm not answering right? I was almost late for work. And when I logged in to YM EX # 1 saw me before I could click on stealth settings for Ex # 1 = permanently offline. Oh well, figure this one out: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: ello&lt;br /&gt;me: hello&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: musta araw mo?&lt;br /&gt;me: ok lng&lt;br /&gt;me: normal day&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: ^^&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: bahay k ba ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;me: ofc&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: ahh&lt;br /&gt;me: may shift ako pag sat&lt;br /&gt;me: 12 am to 6 am&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: wat tym usual duty mo?&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: icee&lt;br /&gt;me: 6am to 1 pm&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: ahh&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: taka ako its kinda late tas ol ka pa^^&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: musta na ne?&lt;br /&gt;me: e bat ikaw OL k rin&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;me: ok lng&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: musta buhay buhay those past 5 yirs?&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: adik mode eh&lt;br /&gt;me: im all goo&lt;br /&gt;me: *good&lt;br /&gt;me: haha&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: cld u elaborate that?&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;me: that was like 5 yrs&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: aw&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: y LOL?&lt;br /&gt;me: where do u expect me to start?&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: hmmm..kaw&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: kaw nakakaalam sa buhay mo^^&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;me: not in the mood to make kwento .&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: haha&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: aw&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: la lang&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: uhmm ne&lt;br /&gt;me: yeah?&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: i was thinking if theres still a chance na maibalik ung closeness ntin before?&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;me: i doubt&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: and why is that?&lt;br /&gt;me: LOL&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: huh?&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: im serious&lt;br /&gt;me: i just have this feeling that's not gonna be possbile&lt;br /&gt;me: well i am too&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: bket naman?&lt;br /&gt;me: bakit ano?&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: pano mo nasabing it wont be posible?&lt;br /&gt;me: its a gut feeling, ok?&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: guess mali feeling mo&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: ^_^&lt;br /&gt;me: haha&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: but cld we try it?&lt;br /&gt;me: no&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: y?&lt;br /&gt;me: im not willing to&lt;br /&gt;ex # 1: ket?&lt;br /&gt;me: gawd&lt;br /&gt;me: ang kulit mo &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: i am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: ket nga? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: let's just leave it this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: i mean we're talking again, aren't u happy with that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: happy naman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: but all those yirs hinanap kita &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: oh really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: there re things na alam kong ikaw lang ang pede kong kausapin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: err.. ganun? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: uhuh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: the fact is i need u, the way u see things na di ko makita.. lam mo nung wala ka,i felt i was so alone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: haha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: i'm not gonna say anything more.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: u know me better than i knew myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: i'd end up diggin' shit i buried years ago &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: otey... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: wag na nting halungkatin pa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: pero.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ex # 1: pede start uli tau? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;me: i said NO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;ex # 1: okies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, bahala sya sa buhay nya! *ebul laugh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went to Mega w/ Ms Joey and Sir Mike yesterday. We had a seafood lunch and then we went to Powerbooks. Lots of books I loved! I wanna get all of them! So starting next payday I'm gonna have a portion of my salary saved up for books. Yey~ And yeah, I'm gonna go get me 1 or 2 pairs of drawstring pants. They're uber comfy and Ritch said I looked good on them. Wonder when I could go shopping.. *eyes lights up* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't stop listening to Echo. It's sexy and sensitive and romantic at the same time. I need someone to show me something infinitely inteteresting - whatever that is :) I also can't get Good out of my head. This one's for Carlo: &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, maybe I'll call or write you a letter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, maybe we'll see on the Fourth of July&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I'm not too sure, and I'm not too proud&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well, I'm not too sure and I'm not too proud to say -&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aha, it was good living with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aha, it was good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aha, it was good living with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aha, it was good.. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOL~ I'm going back to work. I'm thinking too much again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114815317771066760?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114815317771066760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114815317771066760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114815317771066760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114815317771066760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/rf-dates-and-ex-boyfriends.html' title='RF Dates and Ex-Boyfriends'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114803112300367171</id><published>2006-05-20T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:52:19.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing the Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img71.imageshack.us/img71/4708/2a4nl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img71.imageshack.us/img71/4708/2a4nl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Good [Better than Ezra] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 20th B-day to My Dear Sister Mae!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'm right about this one but I think a married man was flirting with me today. I don't wanna be assuming or anything. Crap! He asked if we could go have lunch sometime, or watch DVC together. I turned him down of course. Basta. He was getting fresh. Telling me how good I looked and how great my personality is. Blah blah.. Grr.. He even had the nerve to ask me if I ever had a relationship with a married man! What irks me the most is the fact that I saw him as a nice guy. All the while I thought he was just being friendly. I was dead wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh yeah, I mentioned dating once in a while but I didn't mean married men! And I also didn't mean rekindling the flames with an ex who chatead on you and tells you 5 years later that he's missing you like hell. Haha~ This is pathetic. They are pathetic! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;I'm pissed. And not in the mood to blog. So, RF mode. But before that - &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flirting quiz! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Kind of Flirt Are You? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok. I dint't play RF just yet. Blog Quiz spam with rolf and vox (YM conf). Somehow lifted my mood. I feel like myself again. Here's a few that stood out: &lt;p&gt; &lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#white" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:white; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=300 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#white" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Peacemaker Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/peacemaker-soul.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You strive to please others and compromise anyway you can.&lt;br /&gt;War or conflict bothers you, and you would do anything to keep the peace.&lt;br /&gt;You are a good mediator and a true negotiator.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you do too much, trying so hard to make people happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you keep the peace, you tend to be secretly judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;You lose respect for people who don't like to both give and take.&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side, you've got a graet sense of humor and wit.&lt;br /&gt;You're always dimplomatic and able to give good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Warrior Soul, Hunter Soul and Visionary Soul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114803112300367171?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114803112300367171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114803112300367171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114803112300367171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114803112300367171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/playing-field.html' title='Playing the Field'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114795568101780858</id><published>2006-05-18T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T17:35:43.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DVC to RF, and All Things in Between</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/hrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/hrt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Coral Sky [Dishwalla]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hey, don't let the sun go down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it end here now&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're right, and I'm everything you're not&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yey~ I am not sick anymore, and I've got plenty of time to spare to update :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Watched The Davinci Code with the guys from the office after the shift. It was uh, pretty much like the book. I wasn't expecting Teabing to be that old though. LOL. SM decided not to show te film so everyone flocked to Robinson's instead. There were like 5 cinemas showing DVC. But still, there's a lot of people considering the fact that it's only a Thursday. Imagine what it's gonna be like during the weekend! The 7 of us ended up getting seats on the second row though we arrived early. Crap, my neck hurts. I even dozed three times during the movie. I got dizzy from the screen being too close to me, and I lack sleep too. I was up until 1 am last night, texting and reading. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last night I got three guys telling me that they miss me. Haha~ Carlo, Aaron and Xave. Oh well, I really do not know how to react. Carlo's been up and down since we broke up. The last time I saw him, he lost weight. He's somewhat not the same anymore :( Last night he said he's missing his friend - me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Xave, a friend I met in college asked me out last night. But I told him I've already got plans for today. So we'll just go out next time. He said he's hoping he could see me again, he missed me. Well, I hope he understood what I told him years ago - that we could only be friends. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aaron (my other ex) and I had a decent conversation after almost 5 years! He tracked me down thru friendster. I actually had a decent chat with him today. I found out that he's smoking like hell though he swore off smoking cause his dad died of lung cancer. And I'm afraid he's also bulimic, he said he throws up everytime he eats. Cripes. Anyways, he said he some stuff about him being too fragile when alone and me not being there during the darkest times in his life. And he said he's happy to talk to me coz missed me so much. He asked if we could go out. I said I'm gonna think about it. Haha~ As if.. Men! *rolls eyes*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Honestly speaking I'm enjoying being single. I think I'm gonna go this way for a while. My heart's safe, and my mind's at peace XD. Well, maybe I could go out on dates once in a while to break the monotony ^^.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were: A Kind Magician.&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Alaska.&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Natural causes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In a Past Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A kind magician?!? WTF! ~_~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Uh oh, time check. It's almost 9, gotta attend CW :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114795568101780858?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114795568101780858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114795568101780858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114795568101780858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114795568101780858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/dvc-to-rf-and-all-things-in-between.html' title='DVC to RF, and All Things in Between'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114777457584563203</id><published>2006-05-17T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:17:52.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/skin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/skin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Myself [Coughing and sneezing and sniffing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick since Saturday, so I wasn't able to update. Anyways, here's a rundown of what happened the past few days:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got stuck on the 20th floor of Jollibee plaza because on a blackout around 1:30 am. Took about 30 mins for the power to come back. And uh, did I mention I was ALONE in the whole floor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sick. Was late for work. Payday - woot! Carlo and I went to Megamall together. Yes, it's our 2nd friendly date. LOL. Went grocery shopping too, and he carried my shopping bags! :) Friends with benefits? Hell, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wee~ It's my day-off and it's 2x PT/drop/mine rate at Altrax coz Bellato won the Arms race. I'm still a bit sick though, but playing my a** off! :D Carlo went back to Laguna na nga pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! I can't think straight. Must be from all the meds I took. Will update when i'm coherent. Rawr~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114777457584563203?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114777457584563203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114777457584563203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114777457584563203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114777457584563203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114753435034395393</id><published>2006-05-14T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T18:04:56.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/umbrella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Listening to: Unspoken [Natasha Bedingfield]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been raining non-stop for two days now. And that's the same length of time that I haven't been home. Right now I'm in the Jollibee plaza office, killing time. So I blog, as Typhoon Caloy blows out his fury outside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for work yesterday morning (Friday) , thinking that it's just gonna be a normal workday. It was Sir Mike's B-day, woot! When I got to work I sent him some bogus email asking him to click on the URL for his b-day blog. He was surprised, I could tell. ^^ After the shift everyone in the GEVC account dropped by Jollibee plaza since there's pizza waiting for us! *yummy* The b-day treat ain't over. Miss Joey, Sir Mike, Bonito, Ate Rey and I watched Poseidon at Robinson's Galleria. It was good. I don't wanna say anything more since I might spoil it for those who haven't watched yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, Ate Rey and I dropped by Megamall to pick up the stuff we need for Ms Joey's B-day surprise for her babuy - baloons, gifts, etc. while she dragged Sir Mike to her place to have a CSI Las Vegas marathon! We ended up purchasing 2 dozen silver and blue balloons, blue boxers, white sleeveless shirt, a navy blue shirt and the latest copy of FHM (with Eula Valdez on teh cover). We finished shopping at around 5:45 PM, but it was so freaking hard to catch a cab home. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;I had the highlight of my day when I was crossing the street, with a dozen balloons held over my head and the rain falling down. It felt like a scene out of a movie or a music video. People were looking at me, and smiling too! I guess it cheered them up a bit, seeing some girl walking in the rain with balloons and smiling foolishly though everything's gray and dreary that late afternoon! ^^ To me it was almost like getting flowers in the pouring rain. I wonder who's gonna bring me flowers now? Haha~ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;We ended up sharing a van for hire with a woman who lives in Acacia Lane and three teenage girls who got off at Shaw Blvd. The woman actually mistook us for college students! ROFLMAO! Me maybe, but ate rey? She needs to have her eyes checked, seriously. When we got to Mandaluyong, we fixed up Sir Mike's room. I placed the boxers, shirts, FHM and gift stubs in a white box with blue and white wrapping tissue. Then we covered the floor and his bed with balloons. And it turned out great! I'll post the pics later, promise :) By the time we were done it was too late for me to come home to Pasig, so I slept in Ate Rey's room. Good thing I brought clothes with me! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://img115.imageshack.us/my.php?image=surprise4pp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img115.imageshack.us/img115/3391/surprise4pp.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img137.imageshack.us/my.php?image=suprprise17gh.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img137.imageshack.us/img137/3695/suprprise17gh.th.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Sir Mike's B-day Surprise Pics &lt;/center&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;/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;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&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;Got to work early today. Haha~ And now I know what kind of accent I have. I was talking to a client today when he suddenly blurted out: "I bet you're from New York. I can hear the accent, coz I'm from Philadelphia !" Ok. So I'm a New Yorker now. Ha ha ha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;After the shift today I stayed with Ms Josy and Sir Mike and watched 2 CSI episodes. Then we left for Pier One. Sir Marlo and Sir James were there already, as well as Bonito, Fong, Gilbert and Rey. Boss Lee came round bout 5pm - and the drinking started! Too bad for me I have work &lt;em&gt;now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I got the colds. I only got to drink bottomless iced tea, and ate to me heart's content! I must've downed like 10 glasses, and got drunk with laughter! It's fun watching them all get wasted and say/do stupid things! We shared a table with the owners of Pier One (since they were Boss Lee's friends) and they gave us our Pier One Privilege Cards! ^^ &lt;p&gt;We left at about 10, Ritch and his wife Janet drove me here (to the office). Right now I'm all alone in the 2oth floor of Jollibee Plaza. I wonder if Queenie will come tonight, I sure as hell hope she does. I could use the company =/ &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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;I'm cold. So I'm gonna brew some coffee. Coffee, anyone? &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Oh yeah, I saw &lt;em&gt;him &lt;/em&gt;today after 3 months. It was uh, kinda awkward. Not gonna elaborate. Coz he just &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; read this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114753435034395393?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114753435034395393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114753435034395393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114753435034395393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114753435034395393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/rainy-day-adventures.html' title='Rainy Day Adventures'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114730414122695116</id><published>2006-05-11T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:02:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy but Happy ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/1180/33uli0iq.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/1180/33uli0iq.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Best I Ever Had [Vertical Horizon] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...And it may take some time to patch me up inside..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee~ I can't believe it's almost Friday already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I got lots of things to be happy about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/1740/lvl339pn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/1740/lvl339pn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soulrun got to lvl 33 *dances around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained yesterday, and today too - yahoo! (it ain't as HOT as the past few weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got 30% Book to Show Percentage last week~ (the highest we've got so far)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck, my work load is getting heavier and heavier but I actually welcome the challenge! By the way my Refresher Course went A-Ok yesterday, my Ops Director and Training Manager loved it! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night is night out with the BIG bosses - yey! I opted to have Ate Rey as my date! Gay friends are so great, haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Monday is payday! *big grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, back to work! Haha~ Will update later! LOL :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;[First Part Published at 8:20 AM]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My shift went ok, not super but not crappy either. Everything just felt "lighter" after Ms Joey had the talk with Bonito and Ritchie yesterday. After the shift I had lunch at Megamall with Ms Joey, S'myk and Ate Rey. We even saw Jun and Queenie there. LOL :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Got home around 2:30 then I showered, so I could sleep. Right bout 4 pm my cell woke me up, it was Carlo. He's sad daw, coz everything seems to be going wrong with his life right now. Uh, oh. We texted until 5:30, him being in Calamba and me being here in Pasig and I tried my best to cheer him up. I was partly successful, up until the part where his dad scolded him again. I actually like this set up better. We stopped having those petty fights, I can do whatever I want. We're good friends, goddammit. In fact we're going out for another friendly date on Tuesday. But deep inside, it actually makes me feel guilty that right now he's the one who's broken *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, went to Ingen after that and played RF (that's when I took Soulrun's screenies ^^). I played 1 on 1 DOTA with Shaider. Then the guys invited us over for a 5 on 5 game. LOL =P Twas weird playing with those guys! I was used to playing with Carlo's barkada, not other people. I didn't get to finish the game coz my PC rebooted, without me doing anything =/. Anyways, it was fun tho. Especially when I get to pawn those guys' heads (/gg) and they couldn't complain because they know it's a girl who killed them! LOL =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Right about now, I'm hungry.  So I think that's it for today :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114730414122695116?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114730414122695116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114730414122695116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114730414122695116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114730414122695116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/busy-but-happy.html' title='Busy but Happy ^^'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114700427610953967</id><published>2006-05-08T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:28:24.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/movineon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/movineon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Walking Away [Lifehouse]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"...From all that you made, that you lost or threw away; Traded in for a brand new life; But I can't, can't let go.. can't turn around; Hold my head high and walk away..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wee~ It's early sunday evening. Just had a KFC dinner (oh God, think I'm gonna sprout em wings soon!) I got home from work around 9:30 today. I was awake for 24++ hours, as usual =P. Spent saturday afternoon at Sir Mike's place with ate rey and ms joey just hanging out and watching videos from their Bora vacation last year :) Then later when it was just ate rey and me, we watched Skeleton Key (w/ Kate Hudson) on dvd, had a corned beef dinner, watched PBB, and MTV Asia Awards (up until Fave Artist for Philippines w/c Rivermaya won BTW) because I had to leave for my midnight shift. Good thing I had my overnight bag with me. LOL :P I think every Saturday I should have one with me since I always end up crashing at someone else's place! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got to Emerald Ave quarter to 12 MN. I passed by 711 for my food supply XD and continued to Jollibee Plaza. Like every Saturday night for the past 2 months, I was by myself. Imagine going up the 20th flr of an almost empty building at 12 MN - alone. When I got to the 20th flr, the lights were out and I'm the only one in there! &lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queenie was late, she came around 1:30! Good thing I was in a good mood. I didn't have anything to do, I started on my pet project - Sir Mike's b-day Blog (&lt;a href="http://mikeebob.blogspot.com"&gt;http://mikeebob.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;). It's a surprise we have for him for his b-day on May 12 :) &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had another marathon chat sesison with that &lt;em&gt;someone who stays up with me&lt;/em&gt; :) We talked about his job, family and realtionships. He finally told me why he was so cold towards people - he got hurt, bad. We also talked about me moving on :) Speaking of moving on, here's another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ym chat I had (with vox dei) : &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vox Dei: Wui~ Muzta na? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Angelfyre005: hello&lt;br /&gt;Vox Dei: hi&lt;br /&gt;Angelfyre005: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Angelfyre005: eto ala magawa&lt;br /&gt;Angelfyre005: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Vox Dei: Ahehe..&lt;br /&gt;Vox Dei: owkie ka na?&lt;br /&gt;Angelfyre005: yup, im all good&lt;br /&gt;Angelfyre005: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Vox Dei: &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angelfyre005: batet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vox Dei: ker lang. yaw ko iyak ate ko... &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angelfyre005: uu.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angelfyre005: di nako umiyak &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angelfyre005: after nung wed di na &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angelfyre005: sabi ko sa sarili ko last na yun &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vox Dei: &gt;_&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angelfyre005: hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vox Dei: moved on? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angelfyre005: moving on.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;[Cut! *hugs vox* ] &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I really am ok. I don't get those random episodes when I suddenly wanna burst out in tears. We still text though. And just a while ago I found out he's sick. Too stressed I guess, his folks are having problems. He mentioned something about his mom leaving for the States. *sigh* &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, I can't think straight! Too many people IMing me on ym! Haha~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114700427610953967?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114700427610953967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114700427610953967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114700427610953967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114700427610953967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/moving-on.html' title='Moving On'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114682648498666132</id><published>2006-05-06T09:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T19:02:14.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/oldsong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/oldsong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Someday [Nickelback]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...Someday, somehow I'm gonna make it alright but not right now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Woke up at 4:30 AM, got to work at 6. Got pissed before the 9 AM break, let out steam and was ok again. Ate at Mocha Blends with Ms. Joey, S'myk, Queenie (who's having an LQ with her bf Jun), and Ritch who footed the bill for breakfast! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off work at 12:30, went to the other office to collect my SPIF and allowance from Chupabz. Yey~ Lunch with the same people I had breakfast with courtesy of KFC delivery. Had a bunch of laughs. Went home by 2. Traffic's bad so I got home by 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered. Played RF and leveled 1 def PT. Got bored. So I edited my blog layout (again!). Filled the empty spaces at the bottom of the side panel with pictures. And ramblings. Then created this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have dinner in few minutes. Then maybe do some laundry. Afterwhich I'm gonna watch TV. Get sleepy, take another shower. And sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, today was supposed to be out 4th year anniversary. My sis sent me a note on Friendster asking me: "Uh oh, Single?" (Mitchie Girl - Female, 21,Single). She knows. And she cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it's my parents 22nd wedding anniversary. What an irony. Oh well, tough luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114682648498666132?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114682648498666132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114682648498666132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114682648498666132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114682648498666132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/anniversaries.html' title='Anniversaries'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114673463576452444</id><published>2006-05-05T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T17:34:34.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just. Friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/dareu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/dareu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Listening to: Goodbye to You [Michelle Branch]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... And when the stars fall I will lie awake. Your'e my shooting star.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're just gonna be friends for the time being. At least I know that now. I came to terms with this fact after we had our first "friendly date" in 4 years yesterday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up at Megamall after my shift. I felt funny. For the first time in years we didn't actually kiss when we met up; we didn't hold hands when we walked; we didn't hug after not seeing each other for 2 weeks; he didn't say, "Hi Baby!"; instead he greeted me with "Hi kulit!" Heck, it felt weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Tokyo Tokyo since I was craving for Ika fry. I was really stiff at first, and he asked why I'm so nervous, so I made up some lame excuse that I couldn't even remember now. We watched MI-3, at that was even weirder. I felt uncomfortable just sitting there in the dark. He kept asking me if I'm ok, and I kept saying I'm just cold. Normally, he would've put his arms around me but this time he didn't. He actually blamed it on me not bringing a sweater. Oh well..I was uncomfortable but I actually enjoyed the movie. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after the movie we strolled around megamall for a bit. Went to the usual shops we visit and spent a couple hundred bucks in Timezone. Then we went home. We talked a lot. But not about the things that we really ought to talk about. When we got to Pasig we played DOTA at Ingen where I kicked his ass! LOL :P We had dinner together at the usual place and started talking about more serius stuff. He asked me about work, etc. Then he asked me how I really am. I said I don't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we hung around our usual spot and talked more. Before I knew it, twas already 10 PM and I have to say goodnight. I have work at 6am. Then he asked of he could hug me one last time. I said ok. He held me, and I cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the answers to my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you supposed to forget?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You won't, because the heart will always remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How does one pick up the pieces?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You don't, you move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How will you make it on your own?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- You will, somehow. Coz you always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I play this song over and over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye to You [Michelle Branch] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of all the things I believe in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want to get it over with tears from behind my eyes but I do not cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Counting the days that past me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been searching deep down in my soul &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words that I'm hearing are starting to get old &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looks like I'm starting all over again T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he last three years were just pretend and I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one I love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still get lost in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it seems like I can't live a day without you C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;losing my eyes till you chase my thoughts away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To a place where I am blinded by the light but it's not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I knew You were the one I love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The one thing that I tried to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to want everything &amp;amp; nothing at the same time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want whats yours and I want whats mine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you but I'm not giving in this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye to everything I thought I knew &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You were the one I love T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he one thing that I tried to hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the stars fall and I lie awake &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Your'e my shooting star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114673463576452444?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114673463576452444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114673463576452444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114673463576452444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114673463576452444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-friends.html' title='Just. Friends.'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114655557651173492</id><published>2006-05-03T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T15:59:59.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Whisper____by_KattZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Whisper____by_KattZ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/Whisper____by_KattZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/search/0/shimmer"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shimmer [Fuel]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;..."Coz I have found, all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade away - again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's my day off, and I got up late. But lo and behold, when I woke up I have one sms msg from my Ops Manager asking me to send her a copy of the Minutes of the Meeting we had yesterday. LOL =P So I had a quick breakfast, and went about typing the minutes then sent it out. S'myk (our training manager) was OL and asked me to read the new GEVC Training Manual - which was like 40 pages! I made a few suggestions, and then he told me to rest since it's my day off anyways. It makes me feel good that he included the guide that I made when GEVC was just starting out to the comprehensive manual. I think he's serious about pulling me out of Ops and making me a trainer! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch alone. And since I haven't got anything better to do I decided to play RF. I was just in time for the 1 pm CW. I got killed, but it's ok coz we won! XD Gah, I can't level up! Too many raiders. So I'm blogging, instead of PT grinding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, so Blog Quiz Time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are More Mild Than Wild&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouhotquiz/mild.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're confident, and you really aren't concerned with how "hot" you are.Other people's ideas of what's sexy don't concern you. And this is exactly what makes you attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Are&lt;/a&gt; You Hot?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114655557651173492?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114655557651173492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114655557651173492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114655557651173492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114655557651173492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114648312935198509</id><published>2006-05-02T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:24:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of May</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/tall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/tall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Cool Off [Session Road] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Palayain ang isa't isa.. Kung tayo, tayo talaga..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling good today. I even caught myself humming a tune while walking across the almost empty parking lot on my way to the office. And what's funny is that I was talking to myself and smiling at at the same time. It's not a wonder why some people are looking at me funny. I couldn't care less. Haha~ Coz I am happy (I'm a shooting star! XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy my early morning walks, when the sun is just warm enough to wake my sleeping limbs and I can feel the breeze caressing my face. I used to hate waking up early, but then I realized that the world actually looks different in the morning. It's just so peaceful :) I like seeing the old woman who does her exercise at the back of the Taipan Building and the occasional joggers who pass me by. I like the emptiness of the parking lots around Emerald Avenue, and watching the spaces fill up as the day grows older. There's just something so poetic about it. I remember when our office was still in Prestige Tower, I used to cut a whole sheet of bond paper into smaller pieces and then throw it out of the 25th floor window, making a wish and watching them get blown by the wind and landing on the roofs of the cars parked in the lot below. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyways, it's a whole new month. Another clean slate, a fresh start. May is gonna be a happy month, I think. Flowers bloom the prettiest in May right? So I just have this gut feeling that this month is gonna be good for me :) Crazy notion? Not! It's my rent's 22nd wedding anniversary on Friday and I still haven't gotten a gift for them. Uh oh.. And it's my sister's 20th birthday on the 19th. She's asking for a new mp3 player, so I think that's what I'm gonna get her~ &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I went back to playing RF last Sunday, and it's funny coz I'm using the controls for DOTA! LOL! I kept on pressing F1! And much worse, I kept on pressing the right click button for character movement. Speak about being away too long.. Anyways, it was fun. I missed playing the game. And oh, I was able to borrow an Intense Seige Bow from Sagiri! Yey~ I also partied with a few guildmates when I got home from the office today and managed to get to level 32! XD But I'm tired, and those meat chilos are making fresh meat out of me so I figured I'm gonna play again tomorrow - when I'm in the mood for running around. ^^ &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That's all for now. I've got reports to finish so I'll post more tomorrow, since it's my day off and I haven't got anything to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114648312935198509?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114648312935198509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114648312935198509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114648312935198509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114648312935198509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/05/first-of-may.html' title='First of May'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114633489377910993</id><published>2006-04-30T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:24:40.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/blusky.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/blusky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Listening to: Blue Sky [Hale]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."Coz there's a blue sky waiting tomorrow; Waiting tomorrow; Shining and shimmering.."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the office right now, doing the midnight shift. I've got queenie doing the confirmation (wee~ it's nice to have an assistant! XD) so I've got nothing to do but browse the net and wait for that &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt; who stays up with me to go OL. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good day! And I wasn't the only one who noticed. Even the people at the office saw the change in me. They said I'm almost back to my old self, haha. I've had every reason to smile. Sales were good, I'm doing a great job (if I may say so myself), and my bosses are pleased with what I'm doing. Wee~ Never mind those people who whispers behind my back. I'm not the one who's not gonna get promoted anyways. *ebul grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late! So I was late for work, haha. I guess I got too tired from the megamall escapade we had. I also stayed up late. I was chatting with ate jen and josh, and I was texting with carlo and haree. And speaking of texts, I did a double take when I looked at my inbox yesterday morning. I had 75 messages in there, accumulated in a span of 12 hours. I didn't realize I'm back to the text-crazy girl I once was! Haha.. I think this is what happens when you don't have someone you can make "kulit" all the time - you text all your friends hoping someone would text back and start a marathon texting session with you! LOL =P But it's not as bad as it sounds, it's actually fun! I got to catch up with a lot of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also into expanding my friendster friend network. Yeah, corny! But haven't got anything to do atm, so I might as well connect with old friends and schoolmates! :) And speaking of old friends, it's my other ex's birthday yesterday. I wrote him a testi thanking him for teaching me how to play Red Alert - coz that's what got me hooked to RPG's and eventually online gaming. Hmm.. I wonder how he's doing. I also got a text from my sister, she said she saw my first love yesterday. We never made it as a couple though, too many "What if's" and "Could've been's". He's not as cute as he looked before daw! Maybe because he's already married and has a kid! Haha~ I wonder what he'll say to me when he sees me now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lala~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed at Miss Joey's place after my Saturday AM shift. Watched Fun with Dick &amp;amp; Jane and Memoirs of a Geisha on DVD and I started reading Dan Brunstein's book about The Davinci Code. But 5 pages into the first chapter, I fell asleep (because I'm tired, not coz I don't like the book!) and when I woke up it was 11 pm and I have to get ready for work! Good thing I brought clothes with me! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to topic 'coz I'm starting to blabber. Haha~ I'm just sooo in a good mood. I feel like giving everybody a hug! [xxx]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a cliche but it's true, there's always gonna be a blue sky after the rain. [Please refer to picture] I think the image was shot out of a window right after the rain fell, when the sky has cleared. That's pretty much how I feel right now [that's why I chose to included it in this entry] The past week has been pretty rough, but things are starting to look up for me. Thanks to all the people who went out of their way to cheer me up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114633489377910993?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114633489377910993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114633489377910993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114633489377910993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114633489377910993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/04/blue-sky.html' title='Blue Sky'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114623485481217146</id><published>2006-04-29T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:24:57.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Stuck in a Moment [U2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."You've got to get yourself together you got stuck in a moment, and you can't get out of it&lt;/em&gt;"..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I didn't cry at all! Wee~ And for the first time in a week I actually made it early for work! LOL XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was thinking about what I'm gonna do with my life now. And I figured I can't stay like this coz it's not gonna do me any good. Today, I smiled more than I did the past few days. Which really made me happy. Although some people in the office goes out of their way to annoy me, I hardly cared. Carlo was kidding me, he said looks like I was having a good day since I didn't complain to him about me feeling like crap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. I'm tired. I just got home from the mall. There's a three day sale in SM Megamall and it took me almost an hour just to get a ride home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Also went shopping today! Since it's payday! LOL =P I got me a new shirt from American Eagle, khaki drawstring pants from Banana Republic and a new tote bag! I wonder what it is with shopping that makes women forget about their problems! *Laughs out Loud* Post break-up shopping brings back memories for me! It was the same thing I did when my first bf and I broke up (after being together for 2 yrs). After crying my heart out, I went out to shop too! I was 17 then. Now I'm 21, and I just finished off a 4-year relationship. Whew~ Nothing much has changed - save for the fact that I have more shopping money now that I'm earning my own moolah! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/floers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Life goes on. This is how I see the world now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyways, part of the not being stuck in moment scheme I have going is reinventing myself. I was thinking I could overhaul my wardrobe but then again, it's not gonna be me anymore. I wasn't too good at being girly to start with! Maybe when I have time, I'm gonna have something done to my hair. Get a haircut. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta sleep, I have work tomorrow at 6 am. I don't wanna be late and upset Chupabz! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114623485481217146?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114623485481217146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114623485481217146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114623485481217146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114623485481217146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/04/stuck-in-moment.html' title='Stuck in a Moment'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114613344681059146</id><published>2006-04-28T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:21:13.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/abrokenheart4ep.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y210/angelfyre_05/abrokenheart4ep.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://radioblogclub.com/search/0/the_first_cut_is_the_deepest"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The First Cut is the Deepest [Sheryl Crow]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;..."Coz when it comes to being lucky he's cursed; And when it comes to loving me he's worst.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was spent tossing and turning, very much like the previous night. Sure, I work the morning shift nowadays, 6 am til 1 pm but when I looked in the mirror today I saw the dark circles under my eyes. And to add to that, my eyes were all puffy from crying myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heck. I wasn't expecting it to be like this. I thought I'd be OK. It wasn't until two nights ago when I started crying myself to sleep. God, I miss Carlo. And what's ironic is the fact that while I couldn't stop myself from sobbing, Carlo was texting me saying everything's gonna be OK. That we'd be better off as friends - for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things aren't so good in the office as well. Gah! I hate office politics &gt;.&lt; And I know some of my co-workers are saying stuff about me when they think I'm not listening. It's not fair, I'm only doing my job. Sure I'm upset, very much upset about it but right now there's nothing I can do. I just have to ride it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna admit it. Right now I feel like crap. There's no point in pretending that I'm super, when I really am not. Damn. 4 years down the drain. But I know we didn't totally lose it, we're very good friends. And I'm grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I'm looking forward to the weekend. I'm gonna start playing RF again! Weee~ And I also wanna watch Silent Hill. But I have gotta find someone to go with me first! For the first time in 4 years I am actually in need of a date! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114613344681059146?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114613344681059146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114613344681059146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114613344681059146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114613344681059146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/04/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114604746091446444</id><published>2006-04-27T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:22:25.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Listening to: Fix You [Coldplay]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...And the tears come streaming down your face; When you lose something you can't replace; When you love someone but it goes to waste; Could it be worse?..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emo mode: God, this song is just killing me right now. Hit me right where it hurts the most! X_x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Today wasn't a good day for me. Too much stuff going on, in my personal life as well as in the office. I need a breather. So I figured instead of wallowing in self-pity, I'd rather think about my happy thoughts - so I came up with this list: &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things That Make Me Happy*&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Flowers in the pouring rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fireworks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fireflies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A good book and a good cup of coffee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foggy nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shopping for the perfect gift and wrapping it myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching MTV in the wee hours of the morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Babies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hugs and butterfly kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coke with every meal XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Talking out loud in English when no one is around!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stargazing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making Paperboats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dressing up my avatars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daydreaming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Being me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alternative rock music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Crying my heart out to just feel better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cotton Candy and Popcorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making a difference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recording my singing on my phone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My alone time with myself doing whatever things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girly chats with my girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Writing notes the recipient would never read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learning new things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom's cooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sneakers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vodka Mudshake and Tequila shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Timex watch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My Dreamcather necky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making a wish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Falling stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Walking along a tree-lined street with leaves falling around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firetrees in full bloom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Snowflakes (when I get the chance to experience it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fairies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Making someone happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*List is subject to change&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hmm, now that I've had time to think I couldn't actually find a reason why I shouldn't be smiling right now. ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114604746091446444?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114604746091446444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114604746091446444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114604746091446444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114604746091446444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-thoughts.html' title='Happy Thoughts'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114597066455064355</id><published>2006-04-26T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:23:23.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Listening to: Collide [Howie Day]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;.. Even the best fall down sometimes; Even the wrong words seem to rhyme; Out of the doubt that fills my mind; I somehow find; You and I collide..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been 3 days since Carlo and I broke up. Surprisingly though, I am actually OK. Sure, I've shed my share of post break-up tears but I didn't get my eyes all puffy. My friends wonder how I do it - bouncing back so quickly. And honestly, I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm so fiercely independent that I refuse to be tied down by "just" a break up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've had time to think things over, and I have no regrets. We did have our differences. But after all's been said and done, I'm glad we ended up as friends. We still text a lot. It's funny though, the transition was almost seamless. We went from being long-time lovers to being friends in just a snap. And it's ironic coz now that we're no longer together as a couple we stopped arguing about the things that we argued about all the time. XD &lt;p&gt;Right now, the only people who knows we're no longer together were the poeple from the office and a few guildmates from HOL. His folks and mine don't have the slightest idea. Even both of our sibs don't know it yet. I wonder how I'm gonna break it to them. Even most of our friends don't know it yet! People have been asking me where he is, and I don't know what to tell them! I just give them my usual "He's in Laguna." It's a safe answer, since he really is there and I'm not compromising myself in any way. Right now I am not in the mood to explain to everybody why we broke up. &lt;p&gt;Anyways, I'm on my own again - after 4 years! And I found that I actually like the feeling of being unattached! I love being free, and being able to do things whenever and wherever I want. Sure, I miss being held by someone who loves me but I've got friends who can always give me a hug to comfort me. &lt;p&gt;I'm not gonna be a hypocrite and say I don't miss Carlo. 'Coz I do - a helluva lot! I wonder when I'm gonna see him again, and what's gonna happen. He told me he's coming to Manila next week, and he asked if he could see me. I said "Sure".. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez.. &lt;em&gt;"I need some distraction, oh beautiful relief.." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's why I made this new blog! And I'm planning to go back to playing RF, to keep my mind off "things". Also, Miss Joey was asking me if I would wanna take some computer classes in Informatics. Thank God for my friends, my job, and online gaming for helping me keep my sanity!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114597066455064355?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114597066455064355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114597066455064355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114597066455064355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114597066455064355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-my-own.html' title='On My Own'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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-26930996.post-114596457579119274</id><published>2006-04-23T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T12:23:46.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lullabye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to: Let Me Go [3 doors down]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I'm torn between this life I lead and where I stand; You love me but you don't know who I am; So let me go.. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lullabye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little girl stop crying&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes and worry no more&lt;br /&gt;Think your happy thought&lt;br /&gt;of clouds and stars -&lt;br /&gt;Think not of your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girl stop crying&lt;br /&gt;Let slumber take you&lt;br /&gt;in its velvety arms&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well and sleep tight&lt;br /&gt;For things will look better&lt;br /&gt;In the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Right now I'm at a loss for words. I only have this lullabye to comfort me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26930996-114596457579119274?l=soul-run.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/feeds/114596457579119274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26930996&amp;postID=114596457579119274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114596457579119274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26930996/posts/default/114596457579119274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soul-run.blogspot.com/2006/04/lullabye.html' title='Lullabye'/><author><name>Michelle Anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10256981989895723226</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>
