<?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-6174731029837948806</id><updated>2012-01-27T15:20:05.176+08:00</updated><category term='storya'/><category term='random sh*ts'/><category term='bob ong'/><category term='awards'/><category term='truly special'/><category term='my heart and mind'/><category term='music'/><category term='pictures..'/><category term='super special'/><category term='random things'/><category term='lyrics'/><category term='questions...questions'/><category term='poems'/><category term='special'/><category term='experiences'/><title type='text'>the freeverse poet</title><subtitle type='html'>having someone riding on your back is fun. PIGGY BACK RIDE is fun...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>192</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5683104910389437380</id><published>2012-01-05T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T14:59:14.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>Going back to the place where everything started…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Due to the fact that we still don’t have regular classes, I went to my alma mater back in high school, OLOPSC. It’s been more than 7 years since the last time I went there. The nostalgic feeling came to me and I remember my high school days. I am just an average kid back then, often mocked and bullied by my classmates and schoolmates, physically, mentally and emotionally. Scars of my past sink in to me when I set foot on my school again. First, I talked to our former 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year guidance counselor, Mrs. Soriano, she is now the guidance counselor in elementary. We talked for a while, she asked me how I am, if I am already graduate in college, and how I am today. I told her I didn’t yet graduate because I stopped for more than a year due to a surgery and some other things. Then we talked about my life, I said that as of now I am a writer and I showed her my binder with my poems. She said that I should have instead pursued journalism. But I should finish first my course. Then I told her that I’ve written a love story, not the typical one, but a love story about girls loving each other. I explained to her that my purpose on writing that was to make other people understand that what they considered a bad relationship is not what it is, that we also deserve some respect and love for who and what we are. I told her about my relationships both in friendship and love and about the situation I am in right now. She said I should reconsider things and think about it twice so that I will not regret it later on. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;   After talking to her I went to the high school department to see if my adviser back in 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year is available. Fortunately she is and my former teacher in Filipino, Mrs. Arquero called Mrs. Abelo out to talk to me. And she went out and asked me first if from which batch I am from, I answered BATCH 2004-2005 and she remembered me. She asked me how I was and if I already graduated, I said not yet, she asked why, I said I stopped for a while due to the surgery I went through back in 2009. She told me that I should finish my studies and do my best. She asked me if I am still in bad terms with my classmates who often bullied me during 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; year, I said I am not talking to them at the moment and she just smiled. Then she asked me if I am still a crybaby, I said not that much anymore because I went through a lot of things and somehow I grew stronger. She told me that I should not be oversensitive anymore because of the things that I might face, that I should be more stronger. She believes that I can be successful if I give my best. Then lastly, she asked me if there is an Alumni Homecoming I should come so that I can see my other classmates. After that I bid farewell because she was kind of busy and she said thank you for coming again to her. As I went out of my alma mater, I finally find the inner peace that I have been searching for a long time. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;   My adviser’s words went through my heart and soul, and until this moment she still guides me and wants me to grow more and be much stronger. Back then she always scold me, honestly, she is a strong but silent type of person. But I think she is one of my best mentors not only during my high school days but throughout my life. She is strict and quite stern, her methods is quite an intimidating one but it is effective. Maybe students might find her too strict but she only does that for her students’ sake. And I believe, that she is one of the reasons why I am able to stand up over and over again whenever things are falling apart. She gave me the answer I’ve been searching for a long time. Her words would be forever embedded into my heart. And she is my BEST TEACHER.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;She uttered this words to me, and all through the time I am under her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;“FIGHT BACK IF YOU MUST, NEVER LET ANYONE STEP ON YOU, STAND UP EVERY TIME YOU FALL AND BE MORE STRONGER.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/6174731029837948806-5683104910389437380?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/5683104910389437380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=5683104910389437380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5683104910389437380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5683104910389437380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2012/01/going-back-to-place-where-everything.html' title='Going back to the place where everything started…'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7928318051077557648</id><published>2011-12-03T12:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T13:17:32.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>and so what if I am a WALLFLOWER?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;   Hindi ako natutuwa, naiirita ako. it seems like i have to be so careful with my actions all the time, yes, i am always careful pero ung tipong parang kinokontrol ako, BULLSHIT lang. Ayaw nga ng drama at kung ano-ano pa pero ung feeling na pinaparamdam naman sa akin ang nagttrigger na maging ganun ako. Ayoko ng tnetesting ako for something trivial like that. If you wanna know me better, then try to understand that I am not the type na tipong I should do on your bidding. Di naman ako robot para kontrolin diba. I have feelings, nasasaktan, nalulungkot, umiiyak at nagagalit. NO ONE can tell me what I should feel. yes, kailangan magkontrol, I know that fact. But then emotions aren't always controlled. If you cannot cope up with my deepness, you can go and leave. I am not soliciting anyone's respect or approval. If you like me, its okay, but if not, it's up to you. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;Don't try so hard to FIT IN any situation, place, group of people cause each of us was BORN to STAND OUT. BEAR THAT IN MIND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;i am not the type who runs after people if they choose to leave me. I see, I feel, I observe, I don't speak but I understand. I have a purpose in life, why I am existing in this world. Everyone has a purpose anyway. And so what if I am a wallflower? I choose my fights, I don't go head on and risk everything just for the sake of an argument. PLAYING SAFE? maybe if that's what you think. Pero alam ko kung ano magiging consequences kapag padalos-dalos ako. i think before I act. I don't overrun people's feelings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;   And I don't try to understand everything i see and feel. There are things that I have to accept as they are. And if you cannot accept me, go ahead. Hinding hindi kita pipiliting unawain ako. Why would I even do that? You have a CHOICE. to STAY OR TO GO. It's absolutely up to you. Yun lang yun. Ayoko nang makipagtalo pa or mag explain ng pagkahaba-haba tapos di naman ako papakinggan. I won't waste my energy to those things. &lt;/b&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/6174731029837948806-7928318051077557648?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7928318051077557648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7928318051077557648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7928318051077557648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7928318051077557648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/12/and-so-what-if-i-am-wallflower.html' title='and so what if I am a WALLFLOWER?!'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-2703422201706896862</id><published>2011-11-07T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T13:50:58.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>my heart is confused...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   I just feel that I am really hurting someone right now, cause I cannot return her affection the way she wanted me to, it's not that I don't want to, but the circumstances surrounding us won't allow me, due to the fact that she is committed. That one fact changes everything. It's not simple as it is. And the fact that she barely knows me makes the situation complicated. She keeps on saying that I don't want her or I don't want her to love me. But she don't know that I really wanted that but my hands are both tied on my back. Yes, I am single, but she is not. That makes things worst. I am not the type who takes some one's else girlfriend just because i know that the girl loves me. And I cannot really guarantee that she can be happy with me. I got my hands full with everything. But I keep on telling her that I did love her, but it is not mutual. The feelings aren't equal, and I would be unfair to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Given the fact that I am a very sweet person, and some girls are being link to me, that would make her really jealous. Especially those girls are always with me because they are my friends at school. My personality is also my biggest downfall. I am caring and sweet, and I know I am hurting her because of that fact. And for now, I don't know what I will really do about this. I don't know how I will explain to her. And I don't know how will she react to the things I have to say. As much as I can, I don't want to hurt her. :|&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/6174731029837948806-2703422201706896862?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/2703422201706896862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=2703422201706896862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2703422201706896862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2703422201706896862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-heart-is-confused_1801.html' title='my heart is confused...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-1810787455944800745</id><published>2011-10-04T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:47:26.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So i say... thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); " &gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;unang-una sa lahat. ako po ay maayos na. :) thank you sa mga TAONG ito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pusa: alam mo naman madrama senpai mo diba. pero you know only in things about LOVE at FRIENDS lang. coz those things are sooooo important to me. :) pero... thank you for being my little sister and a good friend. na ang nag-aadvice pa sa akin ay kouhai ko. :)) i am proud to be your senpai. na kahit paano nagpayback ung efforts ko na iguide kayo at maging kaibigan niyo in a short notice. :) you know what my life looks like, how it is really complicated overshadowed by my past and the things that makes me so vulnerable. I know where i stand but sometimes i tend to go the other way around. malay mo maging STRAIGHT ako in the future. LOLS. kidding. i cannot say that for now. malabo pa talaga yan aking pusa. XDD for now this who i am, and i know you really understand me. :) and sabi ko nga, please, maintain your innocence cause that is your greatest strength. pero be careful, i mean, accident prone person ka pa naman. I will be here always for you. i want to see you succeed in the path you take. :) just take things slowly and always keep that smile in your face. :) be strong and always keep your faith in HIM. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anj: Sorry kung lately nagiging malihim ako sa'yo. I know kasi you are going thru something din. but then, masaya ako for being your senior. kahit na minsan lagi mo sinasabi ANO DAW? xDD be brave and strong, i know you are. be a proud mom to FAITH. alam kong mahal na mahal mo ang anak mo. and keep your heart on guard. do not make the same mistake again for the sake of your daughter. Andito ako lagi para sayo. I'm always around for you and the rest. my request ako, pwede bang patawanin mo ulit ako katulad nung MCDO MOMENTS natin nila gessa at rachel na para wala nang bukas kasi nkakamiss eh. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miguel: ung mahilig mag doodle. ang OLOPSCIAN na katulad ko. alam kong tahimik ka, but you are very observant to your surroundings. alam ko minsan overboard na ako sa mga kwento ko pero i know you understand my frustrations. tandaan mga sinasabi ko para di sayo mainis ang iba.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Monalisa: thank you for being there for kahit kailan mo lang po ako nakilala. salamat sa mga advices mo sa akin. thank you sa paniniwalang mabuti akong tao and i deserve something better. coz you have said i am a wonderful person. sana po makilala pa kita ng lubusan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sachiko: thank you for saying those things. sa msgs at sa mga stats ko. i know na naiintindihan mo po ako kahit you only know me for a while.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clariz: sorry boss kung nag-eemo ang aking mga stats at gm's. i know you know what is going on with me kahit na hindi po ako nagkkwento. i was not able to thank you for your advices nung nagkita tayo sa school ko. THANK YOU boss. thanks for believing in me. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---- remember that i am always the same person that you know guys. i will not change. but i will be strong. I WILL. this life throws a lot to us. to me. but i will not stand down. in other things strong ako, pero kapag LOVE AT KAIBIGAN na usapan. tuping-tupi ako dyan. but i have to pick up the pieces again and stand up again. THANK YOU GUYS. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WILL TAKE THINGS SLOWLY FROM NOW ON. IT'S HARD TO FALL ON THE GROUND AGAIN THEN I CANNOT STAND UP AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-1810787455944800745?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/1810787455944800745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=1810787455944800745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1810787455944800745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1810787455944800745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/10/so-i-say-thank-you.html' title='So i say... thank you'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-6678183476570042902</id><published>2011-09-16T18:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T18:36:59.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>:) we are what we should be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LF_PfxtjHX4/TnMhSe0hLcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/X6R9bTKY56I/s1600/Photo-0028_e1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LF_PfxtjHX4/TnMhSe0hLcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/X6R9bTKY56I/s400/Photo-0028_e1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652898558674808258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  At masaya kami kasi nagbonding kami nila Ranea, Anj at Miguel. Nakakatuwang isipin na may mga naniniwala pa din sa akin kahit na hindi naging maganda ang mga nangyari lately. They still believe in me, and they will always do kasi they know me better. It's not supposed to be this way eh. kaso may mga tao talagang sadyang makikitid utak. As for my bebes, masaya ako kasi nakasama ko ulit sila. hindi lang talaga madali na ganito kami na hindi na sila sanay na hindi ako laging nakikita. Kasi hindi na ko pumupunta sa room nila dahil sa mga kaklase nilang walang alam kundi awayin ako. Hindi lang talaga nakakatuwa na ganun sila, given na senpai nila ako. They know na wala naman akong ginawang masama sa kanila. Isang beses lang ako nagkamali tapos ganyan na. Mga kabataan ngayon, tumatandang paatras. Para nadin silang bumangga sa pader. Sa totoo lang hindi naman kasi dapat ganun. Basta para sa akin, ang mahalaga ung mga taong yan na kasama ko at ung iba pang naniniwala sa akin. I only give them my full care and understanding as long as nasa PSBA ako. :) At hindi ko pababayaan ang mga batang yan kasi mahal ko mga yan. Bebes ko sila kahit ano pang mangyari. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It is not something na pwede ko nalang pabayaan ng dahil lang sa mga walang kwentang issues na pakana ng mga alam na. Hindi kasi ako basta-basta mapapabagsak ng kung sino na lang eh. And i want to be much stronger for their sake. As long as they need me. Hindi lang sila mga kouhai ko, kundi mga kaibigan na malapit sa aking puso. Alam kong mga totoong tao sila. Si Ranea, isang simpleng bata na matalino, mabait at makulit. Si Angelica na isa nang ina, matured, makulit, observant at palabiro. Si Miguel, tahimik, observant at kung minsan walang pakielam sa mga nasa paligid niya . Pero mahal na mahal ko mga yan. Kaya hangga't nasa school ako, aalalayan ko sila at tutulungan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(tama bang mag-order ng isang bucket sa KFC tapos sumuko din naman sila. LOL hahaha. pero nag-enjoy ako kasi bumanat na naman si anj eh, tapos pinagtripan niya si miguel. Nagtandem pa sila ni Ranea. :PP Tapos nung nagpunta kami ng fully booked after kumain, hala si Miguel, gusto nung nakabox na complete set ng DEATH NOTE. tapos bumili ng necklaces si Ranea &amp;amp; Anj. Btw, ako sumagot ng kinain namin. Pati na din ng iba pang bagay. :)) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I LOVE YOU GUYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-6678183476570042902?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/6678183476570042902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=6678183476570042902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6678183476570042902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6678183476570042902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/09/we-are-what-we-should-be.html' title=':) we are what we should be..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LF_PfxtjHX4/TnMhSe0hLcI/AAAAAAAAAfU/X6R9bTKY56I/s72-c/Photo-0028_e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-2997613892466203156</id><published>2011-09-09T16:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T16:24:34.637+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>and then it happens... :|</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I know. it's a little crazy as of this moment. I don't know what to say or do. How am i suppose to react to these feelings. How am i going to cope with all of this, knowing the fact that i cannot do anything. I'm just confused, this heart of mine that i wanted to give a chance. But i am afraid to love again. And things are in the way. I want to try again but taking chances is like standing in the edge of the cliff and you are inches away from falling down into nothingness. Knowing the fact that she loves me, it hurts me, cause i can't do anything. I can't really tell her that it's hurting me cause she might stay away and i don't want her to do that. I cared a lot for her, but I didn't show it, cause i'm scared, scared of being chased away by my fears. And every time i feel that she's hurting, it hurts me more, but i didn't show it at all. I am comfortable talking to her but when she get upset with me, my world falls apart. She don't know anything about what i really feel inside. And what she is to me. And i think she won't believe me when i say that i did love her before, but i stopped myself cause i was not so sure and things are too complicated. I am blinded by my own pains, and because of that, i didn't feel her heart. She is easy to love, but i don't know how i am supposed to say to her. And she just knew, i don't want her to get hurt because of me. :|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-2997613892466203156?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/2997613892466203156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=2997613892466203156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2997613892466203156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2997613892466203156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-then-it-happens.html' title='and then it happens... :|'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8218479846533704338</id><published>2011-08-17T16:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:36:02.152+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>and the "cat" came.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGbg_jquCg/Tkt6IG48BjI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rNqW_mIOCfY/s1600/267149_2123677368669_1147908150_2572346_8031518_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGbg_jquCg/Tkt6IG48BjI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rNqW_mIOCfY/s400/267149_2123677368669_1147908150_2572346_8031518_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641737237918647858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   May nakilala akong isang freshman. Kasama kasi siya sa section na BM1-A6 sa skul namin. Ang name niya ay Ranea. Siya nga ung unang nag approach sa akin nung orientation period namin sa kanila. Nakakatuwa nga siya eh, kasi ang kulit-kulit at kilos bata. though alam ko namang hindi naman talaga siya ung tipong hindi marunong lumugar. Matalino nga din siya, pero inosente nga lang din siya. Sabi nga niya "innocence is bliss" daw. May mga bagay na hindi mo na din minsan gugustuhing malaman kasi mawawala nga pagiging inosente mo. Akala nga nung iba sa kanya maarte siya, pero sa pananalita lang naman. Ang bait-bait nga nito eh, sabi nga niya sa akin na kaya naabuso siya dati kasi dahil sa kabaitang yun. Iniisip ko nga na mas mabuti na din na maging mabait kaysa maging bitter sa ibang tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Sa sobrang tuwa ko nga sa kanya, naisipan ko siyang bilhan ng kerochan sa comic alley. Kasi tingin ko na sa kanya bunsong kapatid eh. Kasi tulad nga ng sinabi ko, kilos bata siya kaya tingin ko nga sa kanya bata. tapong ngiting pusa pa yan kaya tinatawag ko siya pusa. Ung pagiging inosente niya ung tipong madami siyang tanong pero kapag alam niyang hindi na dapat niya malaman hindi na siya nagtatanong. Siguro kung hindi ka sanay sa kanya, maiinis ka kasi makulit siya at matanong. Pero yun naman kasi talaga siya eh. And then, inaalam ko mga favorites niya kasi syempre kung maisipan ko man, bibigyan ko siya nun. Sa akin naman walang meaning yun, hindi ko lang alam sa ibang tao. Pero masasabi ko lang, isa siya sa mga importanteng tao sa akin, dahil kapatid na talaga tingin ko sa kanya. :)&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/6174731029837948806-8218479846533704338?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8218479846533704338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8218479846533704338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8218479846533704338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8218479846533704338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/08/and-cat-came.html' title='and the &quot;cat&quot; came.'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGbg_jquCg/Tkt6IG48BjI/AAAAAAAAAfM/rNqW_mIOCfY/s72-c/267149_2123677368669_1147908150_2572346_8031518_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-6551188398234542804</id><published>2011-06-19T16:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T10:24:35.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>and then something magical happens.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   I was still thinking on what will happen on the first day of classes. Eventually I am not really surprise to see that we still have no professors because it is the first week. The first thing that comes into my mind is the freshmen. The new seeds, the new batch of students in our school. I was still hesitating on whether I should help on the orientation or not. But I end up helping and orienting them. I am used to orienting freshmen because I've been doing that for 4 years. Just looking at their faces reminds me of my freshman year. They have this look in their eyes that they are eager to know a lot of things about our school, and what will they get from studying in our school. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   It was funny knowing that they have this fresh faces like most of their seniors did before. I was thinking that we are here to guide them and help them the best we can. I was simply amaze due to the fact that they have tons of questions. But I was able to answer it all in a trembling voice.. LOL kidding aside. I am happy knowing that we got this new set of freshmen ready to take on the challenge that college life will throw to them. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-6551188398234542804?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/6551188398234542804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=6551188398234542804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6551188398234542804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6551188398234542804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/06/and-then-something-magical-happens.html' title='and then something magical happens.. :)'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7944885552550412458</id><published>2011-06-03T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T13:00:40.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>nakakaimbyerna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Alam mo yung tipong nag oobserve lang ako, palinga-linga, patingin-tingin. Di ko maintindihan bakit may mga taong masyadong assuming. Yung tipong akala nila porket sweet ung isang tao sa kanila, ay may ibig sabihin na. Sa totoo lang nakakairita na talaga. gusto ko na nga sabihin may ideya ba sila sa sinasabi nilang PAGHIHINTAY? Bullshit. Akala nila ang dali-dali lang nun. Madali sabihin, mahirap panindigan. Kapag naghihintay ka, hindi mo pwedeng ipressure ung tao, hindi ka pwedeng umasa, okay, normal lang na umasa, pero ung tipong hahawakan mo ung leeg niya, pwede ba, hindi naman kayo eh. Naiimbyerna ako kasi napapansin ko na yan kadalasan at ganyan nangyayari sa isang kaibigan ko. Ayoko sanang magsalita pero nakakairita na talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Gusto ko na tuloy paulanan ng sipa ung mga yun. ka-BV lang. KAHIBANGAN. tsktsk. Ano bang alam niyo sa pagmamahal. Pagmamahal na nga bang matatawag yang isang buwan niyo palang nakikilala yung tao. di pagmamahal yun. Di naman ganun ang pagmamahal eh. Hindi minamadali o mabilis. Araw-araw na ganun ung nababasa ko, sa gm's, sa fb. Jusme lang talaga. Ngayon lang ako ulit nagsalita sa bagay na yan. don't give that bullshit na pagmamahal na yang nararamdaman niyo kasi hindi eh. INFATUATION. geezz.. &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/6174731029837948806-7944885552550412458?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7944885552550412458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7944885552550412458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7944885552550412458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7944885552550412458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/06/nakakaimbyerna.html' title='nakakaimbyerna!'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-3278784322601321648</id><published>2011-05-28T09:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T09:46:28.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions...questions'/><title type='text'>Facts.. about me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NAME:&lt;/strong&gt; Istanislas Nicolae B. Bangalon&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGE:&lt;/strong&gt; 22&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIRTH DATE: &lt;/strong&gt;January 11, 1989&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRESENT ADDRESS&lt;/strong&gt;:Marikina City&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT WAS YOUR:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;1. last beverage = iced tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;2. last phone call = tiffany&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;3. last text message = bes jersey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;4. last song you listened to = someday (theme from a crazy little thing called love movie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;5. last time you cried = Earlier on.. due to the movie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;6. dated someone twice = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;7. been cheated on = yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;8. kissed someone &amp;amp; regretted it = nope&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;9. lost someone special = yep :/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;10. been depressed = a lot of times before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;11. been drunk and threw up = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;12. blue&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;13. green&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;14. white&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAST YEAR (2010), HAVE YOU:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;15. Made a new friend = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;16. Fallen out of love = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;17. Laughed until you cried = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;18. Met someone who changed you = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;19. Found out who your true friends were = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;20. Found out someone was talking about you = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;21. Kissed anyone on your FB friend's list = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GENERAL:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;22. How many people on your FB friends list do you know in real life = half of it..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;24. Do you have any pets = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;25. Do you want to change your name = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;26. What did you do for your last birthday = just the usual..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;27. What time did you wake up today = 5 am&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;28. What were you doing at midnight last night = i was thinking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;29. Name something you CANNOT wait for = the day i'll see her again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;30. Last time you saw your Mother = earlier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? = my vulnerabilities&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;32. What are you listening to right now = someday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;34. What's getting on your nerves right now = none&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;35. Most visited webpage = facebook &amp;amp; youtube&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;37. Nickname = nix, nic, kichiieee&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;38. Relationship Status = SINGLE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;39. Zodiac sign = Capricorn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;40. He or She = She&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;41. Elementary = OLOPSC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;42. High School = OLOPSC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;43. College = PSBA QC&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;44. Hair color = black&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;45. Long or short = short&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;46. Height = 5'1 or 5'2&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;47. Do you have a crush on someone? = yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;48. What do you like about yourself? = my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;49. Piercings = ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;50. Tattoos = none&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;51. Righty or lefty = lefty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRSTS :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;52. First surgery = nose&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;53. First piercing = ears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;54. First best friend = i cannot remember their names..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;55. First sport you joined = volleyball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;56. First vacation = valencia, negros oriental&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;58. First pair of trainers = adidas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT NOW:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;59. Eating = yes. nagaraya adobo flavor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;60. Drinking = yes. iced tea&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;61. I'm about to = write something&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;62. Listening to = miss independent&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;63. Waiting for = something..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOUR FUTURE :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;64. Want kids? = i dunno&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;65. Get Married? = sure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;66. Career? = i have to..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHICH IS BETTER :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;67. Lips or eyes = eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;68. Hugs or kisses= both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;69. Shorter or taller = both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;70. Older or Younger = younger&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;71. Romantic or spontaneous = both&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;72. Nice stomach or nice arms = stomach&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;73. Sensitive or loud = sensitive&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;74. Hook-up or relationship = relationship&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;75. Trouble maker or hesitant = none&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;76. Kissed a stranger = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;77. Drank hard liquor = yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;78. Lost glasses/contacts = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;79. Sex on first date = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;80. Broke someone's heart = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;81. Had your own heart broken = yup&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;82. Been arrested = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;83. Turned someone down = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;84. Cried when someone died = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;85. Fallen for a friend = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;86. Yourself = sometimes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;87. Miracles = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;88. Love at first sight = depends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;89. Heaven = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;90. Santa Claus = no&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;91. Kiss on the first date = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;92. Angels = yes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-3278784322601321648?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/3278784322601321648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=3278784322601321648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3278784322601321648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3278784322601321648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/facts-about-me.html' title='Facts.. about me..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-9087277020556033927</id><published>2011-05-11T14:53:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T18:07:01.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truly special'/><title type='text'>I am.. (this is for you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   I don't know where to start, I am still shaking. You know I do trust you, that i believe that you are not like the others who just left me behind. But, there are times that I feel scared and you know why? I am scared to lose somebody like you. I know you won't leave, I know that fact. But there is uncertainty in my heart. Maybe I am too scared to tell you that you're the only person who truly understands how deep i am and how deeper i can be. As one of my close friends told me, i should trust you totally and put faith on you that you won't be like those before you. I know in my heart that you are not like them. i was not so sure at first, cause I have to see if you are for real or not. And you are for real. I still have my fears, i still have my doubts, but I am just asking from you to give me some time to be totally open to you in some sort of things that I keep within myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;   I know that I still been keeping things and not telling you, it's just, i'm waiting for the right time to tell you those things. I don't want to surprise you with the things that you do not know about me. And, i will admit at this moment, I am too attached to you already. I can't see my life without you, what i am saying is, the one person who i trust the most not with me, I can't imagine that. It's not easy admitting to you that I need you. Even if I don't have these feelings for you, I'll still say that I need you. It's hard to distinguish friendship from love, but i wanna be sure with what i truly feel for you. For now, I wanna keep it this way, and I am happy this way. I know I get jealous at times, but i assure you that i won't be out of control. And i wanna say that I am contented with what I have. I am happy that you're here with me..:)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I don't want to walk this life alone without you, it is crazy, but it is true, and maybe, destiny puts us together to fill each other's emptiness"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;this are the moments that I thank God I'm alive.. :) and that i finally met somebody like you..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;THANK YOU FOR COMING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/6174731029837948806-9087277020556033927?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/9087277020556033927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=9087277020556033927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/9087277020556033927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/9087277020556033927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-am-this-is-for-you.html' title='I am.. (this is for you)'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8890865918580170118</id><published>2011-05-10T13:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:03:24.275+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>bente-dos.. memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4K8AG_lhUpY/TcjUPB6lsMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YMQhvx3HbPA/s1600/600px-NY-22.svg.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4K8AG_lhUpY/TcjUPB6lsMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YMQhvx3HbPA/s400/600px-NY-22.svg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604963090939883714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TS82HXb16zo/TcjTLrvz0iI/AAAAAAAAAd0/wGZWImHjbHM/s1600/600px-NY-22.svg.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   May naalala ako sa numero na yan. SIYA. ah basta alam na naman niya kung sino siya eh. hmmm. alam din naman ng iba kung sino yan. i just remember dahil Mayo ngayon, malapit nang mag-22. Kaya yun. Naisip ko lang din kasi siya. I don't know why. Sa kabila nang mga nangyari sa amin noon, sa kabila nang mga sakit at kirot na nadama ko. Hindi ko maiwasang hindi alalahanin ung nakaraan. Nakakatuwa lang kasi away kami ng away dati. Parang mga bata na di mo maintindihan. Akala ko nga hindi na kami magiging okey pagkatapos ng break-up namin. Para ngang kami pa din pagkatapos nun kasi nag-aaway pa din kami, nagsisihan kung sino nagkamali, sino ang dapat sisihin. Sa tingin ko nangyari lahat ng yun kasi may much better para sa aming dalawa. Well sa ngayon wala akong lovelife. Hindi ko naman kailangan yun sa ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   I was happy knowing na nakilala ko siya. Maaring ngayon wala na talagang chance na maging kami ulit, pero mas ok na yun sa palagay ko. Naalala ko pa nga nung pinakanta niya ako ng first love by utada hikaru sa fone, tapos nirerecord pala niya boses ko. I simply smile because of that. It's all memories na pero masarap sa pakiramdam. &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/6174731029837948806-8890865918580170118?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8890865918580170118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8890865918580170118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8890865918580170118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8890865918580170118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/bente-dos-memories.html' title='bente-dos.. memories..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4K8AG_lhUpY/TcjUPB6lsMI/AAAAAAAAAd8/YMQhvx3HbPA/s72-c/600px-NY-22.svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-2722239978994343049</id><published>2011-05-10T09:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T17:42:31.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Life Experiences..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   As we go on in this life we have, we experience things that we never expect to happened to us. Good things, bad things, each of it teach us a lesson, each of it gives us something in return. We fight, we lose, we laugh, we cry, someone dear to us dies, it hurts us deeply. I believe that each of us have his/her own time to live here on earth with the life that God lend to us. It's up to us how we make the most out of it. We enjoy our life to the fullest, but sometimes, there are some things that happened to us and we don't want it. But, our life isn't perfect, we are not perfect. If only we can stop time and stop those dear to us to die, we may do so. But we don't have that kind of power, our life is limited, we may never know who will die tomorrow or the next day. We need to cope with the heartache of losing somebody, it leaves a mark into our minds that we can't sleep through it. But, we have to know when to hold into it, and when let it go. Memories live on, but if we keep on living in it, we will not be able to heal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   But we don't need to take it so fast. It takes time to heal the wound, the pain, the heartache. But it's not something that should take FOREVER. There are still people around us who needs us and cares for us. If we live on regret and guilt, we may just neglect those people who've been caring for us and loving us despite the things we've been going through. It's a slow process to heal, but eventually we should not forget those people who are ready to help us when we know we cannot bear it alone. Guilt is like a poison that slowly consumes us, slithering through our veins and it makes us feel so bad. But, as I've said, no one wants to see those dear to them die. NO ONE. We don't have control over the time and death of a person, yes, we can prevent it. But sometimes, all of the our options are out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   It's your will to be better, to be okay, to be able to stand again after being broken. You just have to believe that you can get through whatever you feel right now. It's your choice. Sadness is healthy when in the right amount, but if too much, it could lead to depression. We all know that in this life, we gain something, we lose something. People come and go. and literally, GO. We cannot make someone stay with us forever. But we can make the most out our time with them. Everything happens for a reason. But it's up to us if we want to be better or not. It's your choice to keep yourself within the guilt, or free yourself from it.&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/6174731029837948806-2722239978994343049?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/2722239978994343049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=2722239978994343049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2722239978994343049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2722239978994343049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-experiences.html' title='Life Experiences..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5486482631651170183</id><published>2011-05-10T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:52:09.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A frienship that will last..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;And yes, I know, I got my flaws,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I tend to forget about you at times,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;But it doesn’t mean really did,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;You know how much you mean to me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;How I cherish our friendship that much…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I may not be the best of best friends for you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;But I wanna tell you, I am one of a kind,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;One of a kind of best friend you’ll ever have,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I know I can be so crazy and jumpy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;But you know me too well my friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I may have my own set of imperfections,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I may not be the best,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;But I am real, a real friend to you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I may not be too showy,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;But I know you feel it in your heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I know we got our little conflicts,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Our petty fights and arguments,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;And I wanna say sorry for that,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I know I got a little overboard sometimes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;And it drives you crazy sometimes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;But I want to say that I’ll always be your best friend,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Someone that you can always lean on,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Someone you can cry to and run too,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Someone who would understand you always,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;No matter how complicated you would be.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Always remember that in this lifetime,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I am at your side as always,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;You said that you will love me for the next 300 years,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;As your best friend,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;I would say, I will love you FOREVER..as your best friend..:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-5486482631651170183?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/5486482631651170183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=5486482631651170183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5486482631651170183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5486482631651170183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/frienship-that-will-last.html' title='A frienship that will last..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7533271997766328532</id><published>2011-05-10T09:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:51:24.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Espesyal na Pagtingin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Hindi mawari kung ano ang nararamdaman,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Hindi maintindihan kung bakit ganito na lang, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Ang saya ko tuwing ikaw ay nakakausap,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Alam ko na isa lamang itong simpleng pagtingin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Pero bakit parang higit pa dun ang nararamdaman?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Ano nga bang meron sa’yo at ako’y nagkaganito?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Masaya lagi ang aking pakiramdam,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;At ito ay dahil sa’yo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Pero alam ko na ako ay isa lamang kaibigan,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;At hindi maaring lumagpas pa doon.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Pero hindi ko rin naman mapipigilan,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Kung lumalim man itong aking nadarama,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Ikaw ay espesyal para sa akin,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;At habang lumilipas ang mga araw,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Nararamdaman kong nahuhulog na ako sa’yo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Pero alam kong di pa dapat ito sa ngayon,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Hindi maaring mabitag ang aking puso,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Dahil ikaw ay may mahal na iba,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Pero iyon ay aking naiintindihan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;At aking mauunawaan kahit na may dulot na sakit.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Hindi ko din naman alam kung ano talaga,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Ang meron sa’yo at ito ako, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Umaaming may pagtingin sayo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Alam ko namang nauunawaan mo ako&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;At aking nararamdaman…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Hindi ako hihiling ng kahit ano mula sa’yo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Masaya na ako sa kung ano meron ngayon,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Kung ano mang mangyari,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Alam mo na andito lang ako lagi,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;Nasa tabi mo lang.. at naghihintay… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin;mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-7533271997766328532?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7533271997766328532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7533271997766328532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7533271997766328532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7533271997766328532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/espesyal-na-pagtingin.html' title='Espesyal na Pagtingin'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-380783380620008975</id><published>2011-05-10T09:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:50:30.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Perfect Combination</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Two people who meet each other in unexpected time,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Wherein their paths crossed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Who would have known that fate?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Will let this two people be with each other,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;And live into each other’s lives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It was an unexpected turn,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;An unexpected meeting,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;An unexpected friendship,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;An unexpected care and love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;For two souls who seems to be perfect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Perfect combination for each other,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Cause they complete each other’s world,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;They accept the flaws and mistake of each other,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;They simply embrace the imperfections,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;And they both fill that empty space in each others’ souls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Others my think that this is kind of absurd.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;But they don’t see what this two see in each other.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Only the two of them can understand the feelings that they feel.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;They see the reality in each other, the truth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;And it seems to be a perfect combination.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;They might be soul mates, destined to meet,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It might not be fate, or maybe their freewill,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It might be a coincidence to happen,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Or it is really meant to be for both of them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;The reality is only between those two people.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;They have this silent vow of staying,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Staying by each others’ side,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;No matter how hard life would be for them,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;No matter what life throws at them?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Because they both know, they can go through it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;A perfect combination don’t mean they are perfect,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;It simply means, filling the imperfections of each other,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;Building their strengths with each other,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;And not letting anyone breaks them apart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;"&gt;And that is... a perfect combination… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:Wingdings;mso-ascii-font-family:Arial;mso-hansi-font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type:symbol;mso-symbol-font-family:Wingdings"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&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/6174731029837948806-380783380620008975?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/380783380620008975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=380783380620008975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/380783380620008975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/380783380620008975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-combination.html' title='Perfect Combination'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-1951328335988283950</id><published>2011-05-10T09:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:43:16.556+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Cold-Hearted.. I can be..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Yes. I can be like that. I've been like that many times before. You know, the type who you cannot talk to, plainly being cold. I don't know why sometimes i act that way. I just think when I don't like what I am feeling or seeing, that's my way of saying "STOP". People around me easily notice when I act like that, especially those who are close to me. When they talk to me, I give them a cold reply, as if they don't exist for me. I think that's normal to feel that way. especially when you got nothing to say. I know it's not good, but it's not something I can always control&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;   &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My heart bears too much pain and hurt I guess but I hardly notice it because I keep on saying that I would be okay. But the truth I am not going to be okay. If I keep on going on like this, it would be hell eventually. I need to break off from things and people for the meantime. It will just affect them if I stay even if I am already hurting. My heart feels so cold lately and I don’t know how I would cope with this. And I don’t want to hear anymore that my moods are affecting them, it isn't easy to control when you know you have no power over your moods. That’s why I would stay away for a while, I am just asking for some space for myself. I always been around for them for such a long time, but when I am the one who is in need, they vanished. That sucks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="font-size:12.0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   I feel that my heart is already falling apart again. And if it’s about love, I guess I’ve lose the fight again. I always lose eventually and I know that fact. And literally speaking I feel pain in my heart and it hurts too much already. I am barely hanging on. It aches a lot recently, but I am ignoring the pain. That's why I am cold at times. That's the only way I can be okay. If only staying away isn't bad, I've done it a long time ago. My heart needs a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: medium; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-PH" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/6174731029837948806-1951328335988283950?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/1951328335988283950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=1951328335988283950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1951328335988283950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1951328335988283950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/cold-hearted.html' title='Cold-Hearted.. I can be..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-4822478709268560482</id><published>2011-05-10T08:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:55:48.805+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Part 2: Suicide, Acceptance &amp; Love life (what's on my head)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Do you know I almost slash my wrist to death? Yes. I attempted suicide many times before. Reason?? Love life. Trauma. Acceptance. If for you it is simple, for me it is not. I am the type of person who tends to be too emotional and reckless. First of all, the acceptance, I'm often bullied since I was in elementary and high school. I don't know why some people choose to bully others. They hurt those they think had a low self-esteem than themselves, they feel good about themselves when they bully others. It's kinda crazy. I fight back but I am outnumbered. Still, I manage to punch them whenever I have a chance to do so. I don't like being bullied, it's traumatizing, and it leaves a mark within my heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Suicide was not an answer to a problem. But it would only worsens things. But I don't know that before, and many times i did attempt it. But a part of me is saying I shouldn't. I got scars from the slashes, but it wasn't visible anymore. When you're in the puberty stage, your emotions tends to go out of control. Acceptance was a big factor during that stage. And rejection often happens. I think it's part of growing up. When it comes to love life, I am really letting it into my system. That's why I am so affected when my heart breaks. And so i do some drastic things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/6174731029837948806-4822478709268560482?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/4822478709268560482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=4822478709268560482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4822478709268560482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4822478709268560482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/part-2-suicide-acceptance-love-life.html' title='Part 2: Suicide, Acceptance &amp; Love life (what&apos;s on my head)'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-3053729372915541590</id><published>2011-05-10T07:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:56:30.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experiences'/><title type='text'>Part 1: Almost losing a family (things on my head)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   I remember the time when I almost lose my family 5 years ago. Back in 2006, it was a rainy night, (May to be specific) I was calling them at the office cause it's already around 8 pm and they're not at home. The line was dead. I don't know what was going on, they don't respond to my text. Then later on my mom called me via her cellphone, telling me that we've been robbed. I was petrified when I heard that. She told me the whole story that some masked robbers went up to our office and point guns on them, telling them to give the money or they will all die. They even pointed a gun to my little brother, and things happened so fast. They got what they want and leave. My family and our employees who was held on that room was traumatized. It was like a nightmare that come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;   My dad told me that money isn't everything, LIFE is. They're thankful that they are alive, that they were spared. Of course the trauma lives on within them, and even for me, who wasn't present on that situation, still, it's hard to think that what might had happened. That's why my brother was like, he's talking and telling he will knock those bad guys out if he's much bigger. I can't blame him, it affected him so much. As for me, I've learned that, it is not easy to cope with things that happened to you unexpectedly, but always remember that if you want to be okay, then you should have the will to be OKAY. Never let it consume you or else you will be on the run.&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/6174731029837948806-3053729372915541590?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/3053729372915541590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=3053729372915541590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3053729372915541590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3053729372915541590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/things-ive-been-thinking-lately.html' title='Part 1: Almost losing a family (things on my head)'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-1397723428234943815</id><published>2011-05-05T23:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T23:04:47.195+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random things'/><title type='text'>Post Break Up Stages (Nakita ko lang sa FB)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; " &gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Even the hottest love has its coldest end"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Yan ang isa sa mga pinakasumikat na quotations nung panahon na nauso ang text messaging dahil na rin sa hindi maikakailang pagkahook nating mga kabataan (pati na rin yung mga young at hearts) sa usapin ng break-up at pagkabigo.Para sa ikahihimbing ng tulog ng marami na nag-iisip kung normal pa ba sila, heto ang mga stages na pinagdaraanan ng isang tao pagkatapos ng isang umaatikabong hiwalayan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;UNA. DENIAL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Hindi mo mapaniwalaan na niloko ka niya, na sumuko na siya o sadyang wala na yung spark na nagdulot ng nag-aalab na pagmamahalan ninyo... Minsan dinedeny ninyong pareho na break na kayo at dito pumapasok yung pakikipagbargain ninyo na ayusin at kalimutan na ang lahat pero dahil parte lang ito ng post break-up stage e wala talagang mangyayari sa kahit na anong usapan pa'ng pwedeng magkaroon kayo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;IKALAWA. BARGAINING&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Dahil naabsorb mo na na hiwalay na kayong dalawa e humihingi ka ng isa pang pagkakataon, karugtong ito nung sa denial pero itong parte na ito e mas malalim na handa mong lunukin lahat ng pride mo para lang magkabalikan kayo. Ito yung isa sa mga pinakanakakabwisit na parte ng paghihiwalay at yung mga dumaraan rito e ang sarap batukan pero sabi nga... ang puso, nagmamahal lang di nag-iisip... ang problema lang, tao ka... ndi ka lang basta puso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;IKATLO. REALIZATION.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Narealize mong tapos na talaga kayo, na wala na siya at nakamove-on na siya. Narealize mong may mundo pa bukod sa kanya at marami pang taong pwedeng mahalin at pagdating ng gabi e umiiyak ka kasi niloloko mo lang ang sarili mo. Realization ito dahil naririnig mo na yung mga sinasabi ng mga kaibigan at kamag-anak mo pero hindi pa lubos dahil MAHAL mo pa siya, sabi ng puso mo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;IKAAPAT. ANGER.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Kung dragon ka, malamang tustado na siya. Yan ang linyang andalas mong banatan. Kung dati e puro  ILY o IMY ang acronyms mo para sa kanya, ngayon, puro P.I. at S.O.A.B. ang mga katagang alay mo sa kanya. Galit ka sa kanya dahil niloko ka niya, dahil ginago ka niya at dahil hinayaan ka niyang maniwala na kayo hanggang huli. Dito pumapasok yung mga katagang "Sino yun?" pag tinanong ka ng mga kaibigan mo kung kamusta na siya o nakalimutan mo na ba siya....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;IKALIMA. REVENGE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ito yung may plano ka na, tipong, pag nagkita kayo e kukumprontahin mo siya o kaya sasaktan mo, tatadyakan sa mukha o kaya ipapasunog yung bahay pero sa puntong ito e hindi ka naman na talaga galit sa kanya. Galit ka sa nangyari sa inyo at gusto mong marealize niya kung gaano kalaki ang nawala sa kanya sa pag-iwan niya sa'yo. Galit ka rin sa sarili mo dahil kahit alam mong wala ng pag-asa at kahit sampung taon na mula nung nagkahiwalay kayo, yung tipong isang libong beses ng nakapagpabalik-balik ang tren mula Santolan hanggang Recto e ikaw, di pa rin nakakamove-on. Gusto mong gumanti kasi masakit... pero mas gusto mong gumanti para lang makapatas at matapos na ang lahat at marating mo ang huling stage...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;IKAANIM. FREEDOM.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Masakit pa rin... pero tanggap mo na na parte yan ng pagmamahal. Umiiyak ka pa rin... pero alam mong sa mga susunod na araw ay mawawala na iyon. Nanghihinayang ka pa rin... pero handa ka ng ibuhos ang lahat ng pagmamahal sa kung sino mang darating. At handa ka ng magmahal muli at wala kang balak na ikumpara ang bago sa kung sinuman ang dumaan na. Sa puntong ito... nakakangiti ka na sa tuwing daraan siya... yung ngiting, ndi mo na siya mumurahin pag tumalikod, yung wala ka ng dart na hawak pag alam mong daraan siya.... Sa stage na ito, mahal mo pa siya siguro pero alam mong tapos na at may kakayahan ka ng lumakad pasulong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;Ikaw, nasaang stage  ka na ba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-1397723428234943815?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/1397723428234943815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=1397723428234943815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1397723428234943815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1397723428234943815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/post-break-up-stages-nakita-ko-lang-sa.html' title='Post Break Up Stages (Nakita ko lang sa FB)'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-4316464840013142856</id><published>2011-05-05T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:35:56.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truly special'/><title type='text'>We are more than best friends, but less than lovers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wASqOt7JYEw/TcIdkn4LX1I/AAAAAAAAAds/FELQPYrqems/s1600/222502_2005752100611_1147908150_2417796_8200147_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wASqOt7JYEw/TcIdkn4LX1I/AAAAAAAAAds/FELQPYrqems/s400/222502_2005752100611_1147908150_2417796_8200147_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603073401419423570" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Siya si Charisse..Hmmm.. siya ung taong mahal ko ngayon pero magkaibigan lang kami. Syempre mahirap ung ganun diba, kasi hanggang dun lang talaga kami sa ngayon. Pero kahit naman na ganun ang sitwasyon ay tanggap ko naman yun eh. Yun lang kung minsan parang biro lang ang lahat. Dahil sa di inaasahang pagkakataon pa kami nagkakilala. Sadya atang mapagbiro ang tadhana kasi dumating ako sa buhay niya na inaakala ko na kaibigan lang ang magiging level ng pagtingin ko sa kanya pero lumagpas pa pala dun. At ngayon ko lang naramdaman yung ganito. Ung magmahal ng katulad niya. Di ko naman akalain na sa kanya pa ako mahuhulog. Sabihin na nating pareho kami halos ng ugali kahit na magkaiba ang kinalakihan naming dalawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Alam ko na sa ngayon, may pinagdadaaanan siyang isang masakit na sitwasyon, napakasakit. Kung kaya lagi akong andito para sa kanya, dinadamayan siya kapag kailangan niya ako. Alam ko namang alam niyang higit na sa isang kaibigan ang nararamdaman ko para sa kanya. Sabi nga niya di man lang daw niya maibigay ung love na deserve ko. Ako naman, sabi ko na i'm not after having a relationship with you, i am happy of what we have right now. ok na yun. enough na ung alam kong andyan siya. Enough na ung magkaibigan kami. Alam ko ding espesyal talaga ako sa kanya. Ramdam ko yun. Sabi ko nga sa kanya sana wag niya isiping natatake for granted niya ako. Di ko naman nararamdaman yun eh. Alam ko kasi kung ano pinagdadaanan niya. Kaya i do my best to understand her no matter how complicated things are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   As I've said to her, kahit ano pang mangyari o mangyayari, I would stay by her side. Alam ko naman na di niya gusto masaktan ako. Sabi ko ok lang naman yun. naiintindihan ko yun. Mahal ko siya di lang bilang kaibigan kundi bilang isang taong pinapahalagahan ko ng sobra. Tulad nga ng sinabi ng friend ko, may similarity kami ni charisse sa ugali at sa iba pang bagay. And now I would admit that I want her and need her here in my life.. pero kung hindi pa dapat, hindi ko yun ipipilit. Mahalaga kung ano ung meron sa amin ngayon, Di ko matiis na nakikitang nasasaktan at nahihirapan siya. Doble ang sakit nun, pero alam kong kaya ko yun. Para sa kanya, magiging malakas ako lalo. i won't let her go, I mean, ung hahayaang lumagpak siya sa lupa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   I would stay by her side no matter what, no matter how much it would hurt me. Hindi ko siya iiwanan dahil lang ba sa nasasaktan ako. Dahil lang ba sa mahirap tuwing nakikita ko siya nasasaktan. kakayanin ko naman yun basta para sa kanya. Even if it breaks me apart. Hindi naman ako takot masaktan eh. Alam ko naman na andyan naman siya. I am not thinking of myself if i get hurt or what, I am thinking of her feelings. Knowing that she has to go through some hardships and I am staying, for good. Hindi yun isang pangako kundi isang katotohanan na mangyayari. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;   Kahit na moody siya, kahit na minsan na carried away siya, kahit na minsan may topak siya. Kahit na minsan aya naglalaho siya bigla. Kahit na nakakalimutan niyang andito ako paminsan-minsan. Ok lang lahat sa akin yun. And there's more to come. I got to know her better. But I will not judge her nor ignore her. Totoo siyang tao. di lang yan makita ng iba. Pero para sa akin. Nag-iisa lang siya para sa akin. I won't leave her. I will not do that. I LOVE HER. For being herself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-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/6174731029837948806-4316464840013142856?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/4316464840013142856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=4316464840013142856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4316464840013142856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4316464840013142856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-are-more-than-best-friends-but-less.html' title='We are more than best friends, but less than lovers...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wASqOt7JYEw/TcIdkn4LX1I/AAAAAAAAAds/FELQPYrqems/s72-c/222502_2005752100611_1147908150_2417796_8200147_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-1466950518249925548</id><published>2011-04-28T12:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T13:05:13.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>Mga Bagay sa Aking Isipan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;   Nitong mga nakaraang araw, malalim ang aking mga iniisip. Pero hindi ko iyon mapagtuunan ng pansin kasi ibang tao ang aking iniintindi. Pero, ang hirap din palang nakakalimutan mo ang sarili mo ng dahil sa kanila. Nakakainis mang aminin pero lubos akong naapektuhan sa mga nangyayari. Di ko din maintindihan bakit ganito yung nararamdaman ko. para bang kailangang may pag-aalingan sa aking mga ginagawa. Hindi ko din maunawaan kung bakit nag-iiba ang bugso nang aking damdamin. Nakakabaliw na nga isipin eh. Para bang gusto ko nang sumigaw na: "Pwede bang lumayo muna ako, kelangan ko nang mag-isip, parang awa naman!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Hindi naman madali sa akin na sabihin yan di ba. Ito ngang pagsusulat ko ngayon, pinag-iisipan ko pa din kung itutuloy ko ba o hindi. Kung sa iba madali, sa akin hindi. Malimit kong isipin ang mga salitang aking bibitawan, mga salitang gagamitin, dahil baka makasagasa ako ng ibang tao. Ako ung tao na ayaw ng argumento, ayaw ng gulo. Mas gusto ko manahimik kaysa makipagtalo. Magsulat kaysa makipag talastasan sa ibang tao. Pinipili ko manahimik kaysa magsalita.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;   Sabi nga ng best friend ko dati, ako yung taong kahit na nasa tama, hindi na lang nakikipag sagutan. Depende na lang siguro sa sitwasyon. Tsaka isa pa, di ko maintindihan ung nararamdaman ko ngayon na, Madali ako magtampo, o magselos. Pero nasa lugar naman yun. Maaring nararamdaman ko yun dahil kung minsan nakakalimutan ng mga malalapit sa akin na andito ako, naghihintay. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;  Hindi ko din gusto kung minsan ung parang bigla na lang maglalaho sa ere habang kausap ako. Ang ibig kong sabihin, maari namang sabihin kung ayaw ako kausapin, may gagawin o my dinaramdam. Mahirap naman kasi na bigla nalang naglalaho eh. Pero nagsasawalang kibo na lang ako. Kung minsan itinutulog ko na lang. Ayoko na lang sabihin kung minsan ano nararamdaman ko. Kasi wala namang nakikinig. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isa pa. napapansin nang aking mga magulang na madalas nang malalim ang aking iniisip. Mentally stress ika nga. Kaya naalarma na sila at kinausap ako na kailangan ko mag ingat dahil masama sa kalusugan ang sobrang pag-iisip dahil nagdudulot din iyon ng stress. Kasi hindi ako naging palakain nitong mga nakaraang araw. :|&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-1466950518249925548?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/1466950518249925548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=1466950518249925548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1466950518249925548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/1466950518249925548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/04/mga-bagay-sa-aking-isipan.html' title='Mga Bagay sa Aking Isipan..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8459083435009344788</id><published>2011-04-17T14:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:15:27.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>For a Dear Friend, A Special One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;We are kinda opposite of each other.&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship was forged on the right time.&lt;br /&gt;We are more than best friends,&lt;br /&gt;But less than lovers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;We are special to each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;you're someone i learn to cherish,&lt;br /&gt;you've proven to me that you're worth it,&lt;br /&gt;worth of the trust and friendship that i can give,&lt;br /&gt;something i rarely do,&lt;br /&gt;and so i wanna keep you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;i ain't kidding when i said you're worth it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;i never joke when it comes to this,&lt;br /&gt;i give my trust to you whole-heartedly,&lt;br /&gt;and so do you likewise&lt;br /&gt;you have my friendship and loyalty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I don't wanna promise anything to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Cause promises are meant to be broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I'll just do what i can to be here for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;And it ain't just by words but by my actions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Cause you're someone i don't wanna lose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;Do you know how special you are to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;I guess you know that already,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;So as much as i can, i wanna be a good one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;To be you're friend until the end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Without questions. just friendship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-8459083435009344788?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8459083435009344788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8459083435009344788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8459083435009344788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8459083435009344788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/04/for-dear-friend-special-one.html' title='For a Dear Friend, A Special One'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8128569925565355347</id><published>2011-04-09T14:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T14:34:29.674+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>RESERVED</title><content type='html'>Sabi ng iba yan daw ako. RESERVED. bakit? kasi hindi ko basta-basta binibigay ang puso ko sa kahit sino if she's not worth it. I just wonder bakit ako ganyan. tipong ung puso ko nakakandado pa din sa ngayon at wala pa ding nakakapagbukas. Oo nga may mahal ako pero walang kasiguraduhang magiging kami sa huli. Ni hindi ko nga alam kung worth it ba na hintayin ko pa siya. Mahirap para sa akin na magmahal na lang agad. Matagal bago ako magmahal ulit. Sabihin man na pwede naman. Pwede naman ako makipag-flirt kung gustuhin diba. Pwede ko gawin un pero hindi ko ibibigay ang puso ko ng basta-basta na lang. Iba ako. iba lang ang ugali ko at ang philosophy ko pagdating sa love. that's why hindi yun madali para sa akin. HINDI.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unless someone can take away my heart. Unless someone can make me fall so hard that i can't stand up. unless someone can awaken the emotions that I've been keeping inside, and that passion and sensuality inside. so be it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6174731029837948806-8128569925565355347?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8128569925565355347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8128569925565355347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8128569925565355347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8128569925565355347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/04/reserved.html' title='RESERVED'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-2230288835904817068</id><published>2011-04-02T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T14:00:58.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Love that I Try to Keep..</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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 mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;  mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And as it surfaces on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I felt that my heart is aching,&lt;br /&gt;Cause this love that i feel for some time,&lt;br /&gt;Keeps on collapsing every time i get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;And as much as I fight it more,&lt;br /&gt;The pain keeps on getting deeper and deeper,&lt;br /&gt;That it makes me feeling numb and empty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings keeps on soaring despite of the heartaches,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me much stronger.&lt;br /&gt;To keep on going on even if there's a burden,&lt;br /&gt;Reality keeps on striking me to the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Making me see that this shouldn't go on anymore,&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I'm too stubborn for that,&lt;br /&gt;I keep on loving even if it put me down to my knees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do admit it really hurts,&lt;br /&gt;To know that this ain't mutual,&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that makes me want to give up,&lt;br /&gt;But there's a mystery for this one,&lt;br /&gt;Cause no matter how hard I try to forget,&lt;br /&gt;I end up running back to that same place,&lt;br /&gt;And making me love that much...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-2230288835904817068?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/2230288835904817068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=2230288835904817068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2230288835904817068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/2230288835904817068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-that-i-try-to-keep.html' title='A Love that I Try to Keep..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-155275815244439992</id><published>2011-03-30T14:29:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:09:19.002+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>ISANG PAGHANGA ---- ano nga ba talaga ang totoo?</title><content type='html'>Mahirap minsan isipin na may mga tao na bibigyan ng malisya ang pagkakaroon ko ng paghanga sa isang tao. Alam ko namang walang masama dun dahil wala naman akong ginagawang masama at tsaka hindi din naman siya nag-iisip ng masama laban sa akin. Sabihin na nating nung mga nakaraang linggo madalas kaming magkasama, eh kung mga kaibigan nga niya di ako pinag-iisipan ng masama kasi kaibigan din naman niya ko. Sabi ko nga sa mga una kong sinulat, meron siyang pagkatao na punong-puno ng buhay, kahit sabihin na minsan ay nakakairita siya kasi medyo may pagka taklesa siya magsalita. Yun ang humila sa akin para maging malapit sa kanya, at sa nakikita ko naman nasanay na din siyang kasama ako. Nung nakaraang linggo hindi ako nagpakita sa kanya kasi hapon na siya pumapasok dahil exams niya nun, nung nakaraang lunes lang kami nagkita kasi nakita niya ako na nakaupo sa hagdan. Sabi niya sa akin namiss daw niya ako at minura niya ako, pero normal lang sa akin na ganun siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    At sa dahil bakasyon, dalawang buwan ko siya di makakasama dahil uuwi siya sa Pangasinan, at maaring may mga magtataka kung bakit kahit ung mga ganitong simpleng bagay ay ginagawan ko ng blog, dahil ibinabahagi ko lamang kung ano ang iniisip at nararamdaman ko. Sabihin na nilang maari nga talagang may iba pang dahilan bukod sa paghanga pero hindi naman nila alam ang totoo. Totoo na hinahangaan ko siya, eh natural lang yun diba, kaibigan ko siya, sadya din talagang talentado siya. Tropa/kaibigan/ate lang naman din tingin niya akin, at ako bunso/kaibigan ang tingin ko sa kanya. Kahit may pagka isip bata siya, totoo naman siya sa sarili niya. Mataas din ang standards niya pagdating sa guy, at isa pa, STRAIGHT siya. Kaya malabo talaga ung sinasabi ng ibang tao. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-155275815244439992?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/155275815244439992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=155275815244439992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/155275815244439992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/155275815244439992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/isang-paghanga-ano-nga-ba-talaga-ang.html' title='ISANG PAGHANGA ---- ano nga ba talaga ang totoo?'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8312850241287964518</id><published>2011-03-21T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T23:45:46.165+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storya'/><title type='text'>Pagkakataon --- PART II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size: 14pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter  1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ang Simula…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;      Sa bahay… maagang bumangon si kichie nung umagang iyon. Masaya siya dahil di pa din siya makapaniwala na sila na ni picky, na binigyan siya ng pagkakataon nito na mahalin niya at maging parte ng buhay niya. Nag-ayos na siya ng kwarto, nagluto ng agahan, naligo’t nagbihis. Habang nasa daan ay may mga bagay na tumatakbo sa kanyang isipan. Pagdating niya sa eskwelahan ay diretso siya agad sa tambayan ng barkada at dun hinintay ang mga kabarkada niya at si picky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Anong oras kaya darating mga iyon?’’ tanong niya sa sarili&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(habang nagmumuni-muni siya ay dumating na si picky..)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’good morning kichie..’’ bati nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’good morning din sayo..’’ masayang sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pinaupo niya ito sa tabi niya at sila’y nag-usap…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’alam mo ba, hindi pa din ako makapaniwala na sasagutin mo ako..’’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’ako nga din, kasi alam mo naman nung una na nag-aalangan ako diba.’’ Tugon nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’tama, pero masaya ako dahil ito ka ngayon, kasama ko hindi lang bilang kaibigan kundi bilang kasintahan’‘.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’alam ko naman na hindi ka katulad ng past ko, nakita’t napatunayan ko yun.‘‘&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’hay. Wag na natin yun pag-usapan yun, ang importante, yung ngayon, na mahal kita at mahal mo ako.‘‘ (sabay hawak sa kamay ni picky) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;(nasa ganitong eksena sila ng nagdatingan na ang mga kabarkada nila)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FIL-PH" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FIL-PH"&gt;’uyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;!! Ang sweet ng dalawa oh!! ‘’ pambungad ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Oy, baka langgamin kami dito ah, ang sweet niyo masyado dyan.’’ Pabirong sabi ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’kayo talaga, ang lalakas niyo mang-asar.’’ Saway ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Sus, nahiya ka pa dyan tol, masaya lang kami kasi kayo na.’’ aniya ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Oo nga naman, bukod pa dun, parte na din ng barkada si picky kaya ok lang yan tol.’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Tugon ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Salamat sa inyo kasi tinanggap niyo ako sa barkada niyo.’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sabi ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(At narinig na nilang nag bell na…)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’oh tara na, pasok na tayo.’’ Yaya ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;At sila ay sabay-sabay nang nagsipasok sa kanilang klase, at syempre, magkawak ng kamay sina kichie at picky… pagpasok nila sa loob ng silid aralan ay nakita sila ng kanilang mga kaklase at sila ay naghiyawan. Napangiti na lang si kichie sa naging reaksyon ng mga kaklase niya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Habang nagkaklase…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hindi masyadong nakikinig si kichie sa diskusyon ng kanilang propesor sa harapan, may sinusulat siya nung mga oras na yun, isang tula para sa babaeng tinatangi niya, si picky. Kaya kinalabit siya ni jenny at…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’kichie, anong ginagawa mo, baka mapagalitan ka ni Miss Villanueva.’’ Sabi nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’ah, nagsusulat ako ng tula para sa kay picky.’’ (sabay tingin sa kanan niya) sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’woshooo, ikaw talaga, baka langgamin siya niyan sa sobrang sweet mo.’’ Birong tugon ni jenny&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’hahaha, naku, hindi naman siguro, alam mo naman ako, expressive masyado.’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Habang nag-uusap sila ay nakatingin sa kanila si picky, at iniisip niya na she’s lucky for having kichie dahil mahal na mahal siya nito. Napatingin sa kanya si kichie at ngumiti ito sa kanya and she smiled back... nag sign language ito ng ‘’I love you’’ sa kanya. At napansin yun ni Miss Villanueva kaya…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’kichie, anong ginagawa mo dyan sa likuran?’’ tanong niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’wala po man, may sinasabi lang po ako sa kaklase ko.’’ Tugon nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(naghiyawan ang klase at napatingin sila sa dalawa, at natawa silang pareho…)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’baka pati mga kaklase niyo ay langgamin sa pinaggawa niyo.’’ Pabirong sabi ni Miss Villanueva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Nagtawanan ang buong klase sa sinabi ni Miss Villanueva at todong kantiyawan ang nangyari nun sa loob ng klase nila. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Naku talaga tong si kichie, gagawin lahat ng sweetness para sa kanya.’’ Pang-aasar ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Yiiii!!! Ang sweet talaga oh!!’’ kantiyaw ng buong klase&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Napapangiti lang si picky sa panunukso ng mga kaklase nila, kinikilig ang iba sa kanila dahil di din nila akalain na ang tinaguriang writer ng klase nila ay maiinlove sa isang babae na katulad ni picky… Hanggang sa canteen ay todo asaran pa din, lalo na na ang barkada nila…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Kayong dalawa talaga, kahit saan yata kayo pumunta nilalanggam kayo.’’ Biro ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Hahaha oo nga, hinay-hinay lang sa sweetness kichie.’’ Birong saway ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Sus, kayo talaga oh, ayaw niyo nun, masaya na din siya sa wakas.’’ Depensa ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Eh paano ba naman kasi, adik itong si kichie eh.’’ Tugon ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Oh tama na yan, pinagtitripan niyo na naman kami ni picky.’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Saway ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Hayaan mo na sila noh, natutuwa lang sila sa atin.’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sagot ni picky sabay tapik kay kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Todo ang ngiti ni kichie sa sobrang kasiyahan na nararamdaman, hinawakan niya ang kamay ni picky at di yun binitawan hanggang sa ihatid niya ito sa bahay nito, bago siya umalis ay hinagkan niya ito sa pisngi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chapter 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabado… sa tournament ng tae kwon do..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Isinama ni kichie si picky sa tournament kung saan siya ay kasali, sagot niya ang entrance fee niya kaya hindi nagkaroon ng aberya sa pagpasok nila.. Pinaupo niya si picky sa may harapan upang mas makita nila ng malapitan ang laban. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Picky, sama ka sa akin, ipapakilala kita sa mga teammates ko at master namin.’’ Sabi niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Ehh, ok lang ba, baka makaabala ako.’’ Tugon nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Naku, huwag ka mag-aalala, mababait sila, halika na.’’ sagot niya sabay inabot ang kamay niya kay picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(kaya tumayo na si picky at kinuha ang kamay ni kichie)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt; ‘’Sir Oliver, (yumuko siya bilang paggalang sa master niya) may ipapakilala po ako, si picky, girlfriend ko po.’’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Oh hi picky, mukhang ikaw ang naging malaking impluwensya nito, (sabay hawak sa ulo ni kichie) kaya nagsasanay siyang mabuti at ito na siya, makikipaglaban.’’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Hello po, salamat po sa pagtanggap sa akin,’’ (bahagya siya yumuko)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Lumapit na isa-isa ang mga teammates ni kichie upang makilala nila si picky…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’hello, ikaw po ba yung girlfriend ni kichie?’’ Tanong ni maki&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’hello din, oo, ako po yun, si picky.’’ Sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’ako pala si maki, kasamahan at kaibigan niya dito.’’ (sabay abot ng kamay)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’ahh, nice to meet you.’’ (nakipag kamay si picky)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Oo nga pala picky, papakilala ko sa’yo ung iba, si hart, si faye, si meggie, si knic, si edward at si aaron.’’ Sabi ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Hello sa’yo picky.’’ Bati ni faye&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’hello din, nice to meet you.’’ Sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Isa-isa nang nagpakilala ang mga kasamahan ni kichie kay picky. Pagkatapos nun, nagsimula na ang tournament. Si kichie ay isang red belt at lumalaban sa featherweight sa ilalim ng seniors’ division. Naghihintay siya sa bench habang hindi pa siya ang lalaban, katabi niya si picky at sila ay nag-uusap…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(hawak sa balikat ni kichie) matagal ka na ba nagsasanay dito’’ tanong niya sa kasintahan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Oo, mga mahigit 2 taon na din, pero madalang ako sumali dahil busy din sa school.’’ Malumanay na sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Ahh, buti sanay ka nang masaktan o masipa kapag may spar kayo.’’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Ako ang madalas magkaroon ng injury sa team, pero balewala naman sa akin.’’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;(biglang nagkaroon ng pag-aalala sa mukha ni picky)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Eh bakit ipinagpapatuloy mo pa din kahit nagkaka injury ka ? ‘’ alalang tanong niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’picky, ok lang naman sa akin, huwag ka mag-alala masyado sa akin (sabay yakap sa kanya)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’sigurado ka ha, nag-aalala lang ako sa laban mo ngayon.’’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Sshh, ok lang, basta dito ka lang, panoorin mo ako.’’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Tinawag na si kichie dahil siya na ang susunod na lalaban. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Bago siya tumayo ay yinakap siya ni picky at hinalikan sa pisngi. Pumunta na si kichie sa master niya upang makinig ng last-minute instructions at upang magsuot ng body armor at headgear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Tumungo na siya sa matting upang harapin ang kanyang katunggali.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Attention! Bow! Fighting stance! (humanda na si kichie) Fight! (sigaw ng referee)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Hiya!’’ (sigaw ni kichie) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Inantay niyang sumugod ang kalaban niya, sinipa niya ito sa katawan, sisipain sana siya sa ulo pero nkailag siya, pinaulanan niya ng 45 kicks at isang axe kick ang kalaban. Habang lumalaban siya ay pinapanood siya ni picky ng mabuti na merong pag-aalala sa kanyang mukha. Naalala niya tuloy ang nangyari sa eskwela ng makipag-away si kichie sa ex niya para lang ipagtanggol niya, pero iniwaksi niya un sa isipan niya at tinuon na lamang ang atensyon sa laban ng mahal niya.  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Dapat maipanalo ko itong laban ko.’’ Sabi ni kichie sa sarili&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Kichie, kaya mo yan !!’’ sigaw ng mga kasamahan niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Tumagal ng 3 minuto ang laban, mas lamang si kichie sa kalaban kahit na medyo mas malaki sa kanya ito. Tinalo niya ito gamit ang kanyang liksi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Natapos ang laban at idineklara siyang panalo… at lahat sila sa team ay nanalo ay nakakuha ng medalya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Congratulations kichie !!’’ bati ng kanyang mga kasamahan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Salamat guys, congrats din sa inyo.. sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Lumapit siya kay picky at niyakap niya ito, pinakita niya ang medalyang napanalunan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’picky, panalo ako.’’ Sabi niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Congratulations. I love you.’’ Tugon nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’ I love you too.’’ Sagot niya sa kasintahan at hinagkan niya ito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’yiiii, ang sweet naman oh!!’‘ kantiyaw ng ksamahan niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’Magdidiwang tayo guys!!‘‘ sigaw ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Pagkatapos nilang magpalit ay niyaya niya ang mga kasamahan na magdiwang, kaya pumunta sila sa isang restaurant at animo’y nagkaroon ng buffet, katabi niya sa upuan si picky. Tinitignan siya nito at hinaplos ang mukha niya. Napangiti siya at hinawakan niya ang kamay nito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sumigaw siya ng ‘’CHEERS!‘‘ para sa tagumpay nila sa tournament…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language: FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa bahay…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Pagkatapos ng selebrasyon ay umuwi na sina kichie, sinamahan siya ni picky nung gabing yun at nagpasyang dun na muna matutulog sa bahay ni kichie dahil kahit hindi halata ay may natamong injury si kichie sa kanyang kanang braso dahil nasipa ito ng malakas ng kalaban niya nung sinalag niya ang mga sipa nun. Kaya pagdating nila sa bahay ay kumuha ng benda at gamot si picky, nilagyan niya ng gamot ang braso ni kichie tsaka niya ito binendahan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Tignan mo nangyari sa’yo, nagkaroon ka tuloy ng injury.’’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Sanay na ako sa injury picky.’’ Tugon ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Kahit na, hmmpp ! di ka kasi nag-iingat.’’ Patampong sagot nito sabay tinampal ang braso niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Awww, picky naman, pipilayan mo ako lalo.’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Angal ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’Kasi naman ikaw, di ka nag-iingat.’’ Sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Tatayo na sana si picky pero hinila siya ni kichie kaya natumba siya sa kanya...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’Sorry kichie, hinila mo kasi ako.‘‘ alalang tugon ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’Ok lang picky, wag ka mag-alala.‘‘&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’Baka kasi tinamaan ko un ---‘’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Naputol ang pagsasalita niya dahil bigla siyang hinalikan ni kichie sa labi nito..Marahan... matagal.. Napapasandal na lang si picky sa sofa, dahan-dahan lang si kichie sa mga galaw niya, hinahawakan niya sa leeg si picky...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Mmmmm...kichie...‘‘ mahinang tugon ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Hinintay ko ang pagkakataon na tayo lang dalawa ang magkasama.’’ Malambing na sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Saglit lang yon, tumigil din sila. Tinuloy ni picky ang paggamot sa braso ni kichie. Tumayo si kichie upang kumuha ng maiinom sa ref, tapos bumalik siya sa sofa at binigyan ng tubig si picky. Habang nakaupo ay nag-usap sila…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Bakit ka nagsimulang mag tae kwon do?? Tanong ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Hmmm… dati kasi madalas akong ibully ng mga kaklase ko, kaya nagsimula ako mag-aral ng self-defense… tugon niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’ahh.. kaya pala. Pero di ka ba natatakot na masaktan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘’hindi, sanayan na lang din kasi yan..’’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;”pero mahirap pa din yan diba?“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Oo, mahirap din kasi hindi mo din alam kung ano pwedeng mangyari tuwing lumalaban ka.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Patuloy pa din ang pag-uusap nila sa sala, hanggang sa nagpasya na silang magpahinga at matulog dahil may outing ang barkada kinabukasan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;KINABUKASAN…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Maagang nagising sina kichie at picky upang maghanda ng mga dadalhin na mga pagkain at iba pang mga kailangan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Tinulungan ni picky si kichie na magluto at maghanda. Pagkatapos nun ay naghanda na sila sa pag-alis. Si kichie ang magdadala ng sasakyan para sa kanilang lakad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sa tagpuan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Isa-isang nagdatingan ang mga barkada ni kichie, at nauna si renzi sa kanila at huling dumating si jhes. Habang naghihintay…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Kumusta kaya ung kaibigan natin noh, balita ko kasi nagka injury sya sa laban niya kahapon.’’ Panimula ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Oo nga eh, pero kasama naman niya si picky nun diba.’’ Sagot ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Palagay ko naman ayos na siya, yun pa, halimaw yun eh.’’ Biro ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Sabagay, kasi naman alam niyo namang sanay na yun, matagal na din naman siya dun diba.’’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;Aniya ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Habang nag-uusap sila ay dumating na sina kichie at picky…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“oh anong pinag-uusapan niyo dyan?” bati ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“ah, kasi pinag-uusapan namin yung naging laban mo.” Sagot ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“kamusta na pala yung injury mo tol?” tanong ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“ito medyo okay na, mga ilang araw na lang, magaling na ito.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“sa susunod kasi tol, iwasan mo nang magpasipa sa braso, ikaw talaga. » tugon ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« alam mo naman ako eh, matigas ang ulo, hahaha. » sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“oh siya, tara na, baka abutan pa tayo ng trapik sa daan“ paalala ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Kaya sila ay sumakay na sa sasakyan, si renzi ang nagmaneho, katabi niya sina jhes at lea, habang nasa likuran sina ash, khru, donna, kichie at si picky. Papunta sila sa Baguio kung saan ay magbabakasyon sila ng 3 araw. Habang nasa biyahe…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Mahaba-habang biyahe ito, sana lang hindi trapik » sabi ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Yun nga eh, silipin niyo nga ung 5 dun sa likod.“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sagot ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(Sinilip nila lea sina ash sa may likuran at…)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Tulog ung tatlo, pero ung magjowa ayun oh, naglalambingan.“ Aniya ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Uyy, kayong dalawa diyan kichie ah, nilalanggam na kayo.“ Biro ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kayo talaga oh, hayaan niyo na kami,“ saway ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Oh sya-sya, pabayaan na natin sila.“ Sabi ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Pagkalipas ng 2 oras ay nakarating na din sila sa Baguio. Hapon na nung sila ay nakarating dun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pumunta sila sa isang hotel at dun nag check-in. 3 kwarto ang kinuha nila, magkakasama sina ash, renzi at khru sa isang kwarto, habang sina lea, jhes at donna naman sa isa, at huli ay sina kichie at picky ay magkasama sa iisang kwarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Naku talaga itong si kichie oh, gusto masolo si picky.” Pang-aasar ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hahaha!! Kichie!” Tawanan at asaran ang barkada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ok lang naman sa akin kung gusto niya ako masolo.” Sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Tama nga naman si picky, tsaka ngayon lang ulit naging masaya ng ganyan si kichie kaya hayaan na lang natin.“ Sabi ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Kayo talaga oh, puro kayo kalokohan.“ Saway ni Kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oh tara na, magpahinga na muna tayo, alam ko pagod kayo sa biyahe.“ Aya ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;At umakyat na sila sa kani-kanilang kwarto. Nagpahinga sila ng 2 oras at pagkatapos ay sabay-sabay silang lumabas upang maglibot at kumain.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Ang lamig dito! Woo!“ sigaw ni Ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oo nga eh, lalo pa’t gabi na.“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sabi ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Sarap pala mamasyal kapag ganito kalamig ang panahon.“ Sabi ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« tama kayo dyan, kaya maganda ngang nagbakasyon tayo dito eh, makakapag relax tayo. » tugon ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« May nakita akong kainan oh, tara na, (sabay hila kay kichie) aniya ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Sige kumain na tayo para makabalik na tayo sa hotel.» sabi ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;At sila ay kumain na sa isang resto bar. Madami silang inorder na pagkain at umorder din sila ng mga alak at beer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« woah, para saan ung mga alak at beer ? » tanong ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Para sa pagkapanalo mo sa tournament at sa pagsagot sa’yo ni picky. » sagot ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« ay ano ba kayo, talagang icecelebrate natin yun ? haha.” Aniya ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oo naman nuh, dapat lang talaga!“ sagot ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Tumayo si Kichie at itinaas ang kanyang baso at sinabi:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Salamat sa inyo sa lahat ng inyong suporta mula pa nung simula, hanggang ngayon, salamat kay picky kasi binigyan niya ako ng pagkakataon na mahalin siya.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“CHEERS!!” sabay-sabay nilang sigaw&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;At sila ay nag-inuman at nagkasiyahan, nagkantahan, kantyawan at asaran. Masayang nakatingin sa kanila si picky, di rin niya lubos maisip na matatanggap siya ng barkada ni kichie, at sa katotohanang natutunan siyang mahalin nito. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Naparami ng inom si kichie na kailangan siyang alalayan pabalik ng kanyang kasintahan at mga tropa niya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Nasobrahan sa inom si kichie, pasaway.” Sabi ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Masaya lang yan kaya nagkaganyan. » sagot ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Inalalayan nila ito papunta sa kwarto at inihiga…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Pasensya na kayo ha, hindi ko din alam na mapaparami ng inom itong si kichie.” Sabi ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ayos lang picky noh, ganyan talaga yan pag sobrang saya, nalalasing.” Aniya ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oh siya sige, maiwan na naming kayo, ikaw na bahala sa kanya.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Paalam ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Sige, salamat ulit sa inyo.” Tugon ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Iniayos ni picky ng higa si kichie sa kama, habang tinutulungan niya…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Picky.. pa-pasensya ka na, hik, nalasing a-ako.” Lasing na sabi ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ok lang, naintindihan ko naman, halika, alalayan kita sa banyo, kailangan mo maligo para mawala yang kalasingan mo.” Sabi ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Inalalayan ni picky si kichie sa banyo at tinulungan niyang maligo ito dahil baka madulas, habang tinutulungan niya ito ay…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“ayy, ano ba kichie, mababasa ako, ki---.” naputol ang tugon niya dahil hinalikan siya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hmmm, picky…” mahinang tugon ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hinahawakan na ni kichie si picky sa leeg, at unti-unti ay tinatanggal nito ang damit niya, isinandal niya ito sa pader…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kichie…” tanging nasambit ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hinila siya nito papunta sa kwarto at inihiga sa kama, tinignan siya nito at…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Picky, ok lang ba sa’yo ito? Kung ayaw mo, hindi ko itutuloy.” Alalang tanong ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Ok lang kichie (sabay hawak sa mukha nito) ituloy mo lang. » Tugon niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Kaya hinalikan ni kichie si picky ng mariin pero marahan. Unti-unti ay naglalakbay ang kamay niya sa katawan ng kasintahan. Hindi siya naging agresibo bagkus ay dahan-dahan lamang ang kanyang mga galaw dahil ayaw niyang masaktan si picky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;«Picky... mahal na mahal kita…” sambit niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“mahal na mahal din kita…” tugon ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Habang namumutawi sa mga labi nilang dalawa yan ay naramdaman na lang ni kichie na tinatanggalan na din siya ng kasintahan ng kanyang damit, nahihiya pa nga siya na tanggalin ngunit hindi din nagtagal ay natanggal na din ang kanyang damit. Hindi maipaliwanag ang saya na nararamdaman nila nung mga oras na iyon, Wari bang tumigil ang takbo ng oras habang sila ay nagniniig sa apat na sulok ng kwartong iyon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Kichie, masaya ako dahil sa’yo.” Masayang sabi ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘Ako din naman, uhmmm.“ Sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Patuloy pa din ang kanilang ginagawa, hindi alintana ang lamig ng panahon, dahil hindi naman nila yun nararamdaman dahil ang isa’t-isa ang kanilang nararamdaman, ang init na pumapalibot sa kanilang mga katawan at ang paglalakbay patungo sa nakakahilong kaligayahan. Nakatulog silang dalawa na magkayakap at nakatakip ang kumot sa mga katawan nila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;UMAGA..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Nagising na ang tropa ni kichie at isa-isa silang nagsi bangon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ano kayang ginawa nung dalawa buong magdamag noh?“ tanong ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Aysus, tinatanong pa ba yun, alam niyo na kung ano noh.“ Sagot ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Naku, tumigil na kayong dalawa, hayaan na natin sila.“ Saway ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Samantala, kinatok nila jhes ang pinto nila kichie upang yayain nang mag agahan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘kichie, picky, tara na, kakain na…“ Yaya ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;(Bumangon na si picky at ginising ang katabi)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kichie, gising na, kakain na daw. » &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Nagising si kichie at bumangon na…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Sige, magbihis na tayo tapos sunod na tayo sa kanila. » &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Bumaba na sila at sabay-sabay silang kumain ng masarap na agahan. Pagkatapos nun ay naligo’t nagbihis sila upang mamasyal sa iba pang magagandang lugar sa Baguio. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Sadya pala talagang maganda dito. » aniya ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« tama ka dyan, kaya mabuti ngang naisipan nating magpunta dito eh. » sagot naman ni lea &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Brrr… ang lamig talaga dito. » sabi ni picky sabay napakapit kay kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Yiiiee, ang sweet talaga nyong dalawa oh, ung mga langgam papalapit na sa inyo. » biro ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;At nagtagal pa sila ng dalawang araw sa Baguio, habang patuloy na nagiging malapit si picky sa tropa. At ang mga gabi na silang dalawa lang ni kichie sa iisang kwarto, na wari bang masusunog ang kwartong yun dahil sa init na meron kahit na malamig naman ang panahon. Pagkatapos ng pagbabakasyon sa Baguio ay bumalik na sila sa Maynila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language: FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa eskwelahan&lt;/b&gt;…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Kahit na pagod pa dahil sa biyahe ay pumasok na si kichie, at tulad nang nakasanayan ay maaga siyang pumasok at naglagi siya sa tambayan ng barkada. Habang andun siya ay may dumating na isang taong di niya inaasahang makikita niya… Si KC…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Hello kichie. » bati ni KC&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;(hindi agad nakakibo si kichie)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Oh, bakit parang nakakita ka ng multo ? hindi mo ba ako babatiin ? » tanong nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ah, hello din, pasensya na, hindi ko lang inaasahan na makikita kita dito.” Sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Wala lang, napadaan lang ako, pwede ba akong tumambay dito?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Ummm, hindi kasi pwede, darating na din gf ko, baka makita ka niya.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Eh ano naman? Wala namang masama dun.“ Mataray na sagot nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Di alam ni KC na palapit na pala si picky at nakita siya nito...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kichie, good morning (sabay halik sa pisngi nito) sino pala siya?“ tanong niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Ah, nga pala, picky, si KC, ummm, ex gf ko.” Sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“So, siya pala yung bago mo ngayon (sabay hagod na tingin ni KC kay picky) aniya ni KC&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Biglang dumating ang tropa ni kichie at…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Anong ginagawa ng babaeng yang dito?!“ pasinghal na tanong ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Guys, wag na mainit ang ulo, dumaan lang siya.” Aniya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Kahit na, pagkatapos ng ginawa niya sayo dati, dapat diyan nililibing na eh.“ Sabi ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oh siya, mukhang hindi maganda gising ng mga katropa mo, aalis na ako.“ Paalam ni KC&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Dapat lang na umalis ka na!“ sigaw ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oh donna, tama na, puso mo,“ pigil ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘nakakabadtrip kasi yung babaeng yun eh.“ Sagot ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Pasensya na kayo ah, hindi ko din naman alam na magpapakita yun dito.“ Malungkot na tugon ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Tol, ayos lang, kahit kami din nagulat eh.“ Aniya ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Picky, sorry, di ko din inaasahan na magpapakita siya ulit.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Ok lang, pero sabihin mo sa akin, bakit galit na galit sa kanya sina jhes?“ tanong nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Kaya kinuwento ni kichie kung ano ang totoong dahilan ng galit ng tropa niya sa ex niyang yun…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Ah, kaya pala, pero bakit nagpapakita pa siya sayo?“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘hindi ko din alam eh, nagulat na lang ako kanina nung binati niya ako.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Tsaka ang sama niya makatingin sa akin.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Napansin ko din naman yun. Hayaan mo, hindi na mauulit yun.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;At tumunog na ang bell kung kaya nagsipasok na sila sa klase...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sa loob ng silid-aralan...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Nag-uusap sina kichie at picky habang may ginagawang seatwork…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Naimbyerna ako dun sa ex mo. » sabi ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Oo nga eh, hindi ko naman alam na susulpot na lang yun bigla. » sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Ganun ba talaga siya sayo dati ?” tanong nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Hmmm, oo ganun talaga siya eh, parang wala lang ako sa kanya.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Habang nag-uusap sila ay napansin sila ni Miss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Villanueva at... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oh kayong dalawa, tapos na ba kayo sa seatwork? “Tanong niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Opo ma’am tapos na po kami.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;(inabot ang mga libro nila)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Good. Next time pls minimize your voices okay?“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Yes Ma’am.” Sabay nilang sagot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Patuloy pa din silang nagkaklase. Hindi napansin ni picky na malalim ang iniisip ni kichie, iniisip kasi nito kung bakit nagparamdam ang ex niya samantalang matagal na silang naghiwalay. Nag-aalala siya na maaring manggulo ito sa relasyon nila ni picky ngunit hindi niya ito pinahalata sa kasintahan. Sa pag-iisip niya ay hindi niya namalayan na nag-bell na at niyaya na siya na umuwi na.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kichie, tara na, daan muna tayo sa Jollibee bago umuwi.” Aya nila renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Sige, tara na.” (sabay hila ng marahan kay picky)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Woi, ayos ka lang ba?” Napansin pala ni picky na parang lipad ang utak nito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ahh, oo, ayos lang ako, pasensya na ha. Tara na.“ Yaya niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Naku kichie, kalimutan mo na yung nangyari kanina.“ Sabi ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Oo nga naman, buti pa kumain na lang tayo at gutom na ko noh.“ Aniya ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Kaya sila ay nagpunta na sa Jollibee at kumain sila ng meryenda. Pagkatapos nun ay umuwi na sila pero sumama si picky kay kichie sa bahay nito upang samahan at kausapin na din tungkol sa nangyari nung araw ding yun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sa bahay ni kichie...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sumama si picky sa bahay ni kichie… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kichie, gusto sana kitang kausapin tungkol dun sa ex mo. » panimula niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Bakit ? May problema ba ? » &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Gusto ko kasi malaman kung ano talaga naramdaman mo nung nagpakita siya ulit sayo kanina. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Hmm, nagulat ako, kahit paano natuwa, pero di ibig sabihin nun na may nararamdaman pa ako para sa kanya. » sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Sigurado ka ? kasi… »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kasi ano ? nagdududa ka ba sa nararamdaman ko?“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Hindi naman sa ganun kichie, kaya lang... nakaramdam ako ng selos kanina.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Bakit ka naman magseselos? Matagal na kaming wala, dalawang taon na din.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Kahit na, basta!“ pagalit na sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Picky… sabihin mo ang totoo, bakit nagseselos ka ? »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hmmp..” (Umiiwas na tumingin dahil naiiyak na pala)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(Lumapit si kichie at niyakap ito mula sa likuran)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Bakit picky? Ano bang nangyayari sa’yo.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Malambing na tanong ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;(Humarap si picky kay kichie)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Natatakot akong mawala ka, na bawiin ka niya sa akin. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Picky, hindi mangyayari yun, hindi ako magpapaagaw at di ako papayag ha. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Promise ? »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Oo, promise. » (Niyakap ni kichie ng mahigpit si picky) « Alam mo namang ikaw lang di ba ? » Huwag mo sana ako pagdudahan. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Oo alam ko naman yun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Natakot lang ako.“ Sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pagkatapos ng kanilang usapan ay nagdesisyon si picky na umuwi na..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ihatid na lang kita sa bahay niyo ha.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sabi ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Sige, ipapakilala na din kita sa mama ko. » &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ha ? Sigurado ka ? Baka di ako matanggap nun. » alalang sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Oo naman. Kilala ka din naman niya diba?“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘ Alam ko naman yun kaso alam lang niya magkaibigan lang tayo.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Wag ka mag-alala, mabait si mama, tsaka sa palagay ko alam na din naman niya ung tungkol sa atin eh.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ok sige, di na po ako mag-aalala.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oh ayan ha. Ok na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Tara na, mag gabi na din.” Yaya ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Umalis na sa bahay sina kichie at hinatid na niya si picky sa bahay nito. Pagdating dun ay...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Ma, si kichie po pala.“ pagpapakilala ni picky kay kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Gandang gabi po sa inyo. » bati ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Magandang gabi din sa’yo. » sagot ni mama ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ma, siya ung kinukwento ko sa’yo na… » hindi maituloy ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Ahh, alam ko na ung tungkol sa inyo. » &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sagot nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Paano mo nalaman mama?“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Nararamdaman ko lang na kakaiba yung pagiging malapit niyo sa isa’t isa.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Tutol po ba kayo sa relasyon namin?” Tanong ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘’Hindi. Tsaka kung saan masaya ang anak ko, masaya na din ako para sa kanya. » Sagot nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Talaga Ma ? Salamat ! » (Sabay yakap sa ina)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ok lang naman sa akin un anak, basta wag ka lang niya sasaktan. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Wag po kayo mag-alala di ko po gagawin un sa anak niyo.“ Aniya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Oh tama na yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;Pakainin mo muna siya picky bago siya umuwi.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oo nga pala, halika kichie, kain ka na, sabayan mo kami ni mama.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hindi po ba nakakahiya sa inyo?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Naku wag ka na mahiya, eh kung ung anak ko nga madalas nasa bahay mo diba, kaya welcome ka dito sa amin. » sabi ng mama ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ok po. Salamat po sa pagyaya sa aking kumain dito. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Oh siya maupo ka na dyan. Kukuha lang ako ng tubig.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Tabi tayo kichie. » (sabay hila kay kichie)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Kaya sumabay nang kumain si kichie kina picky at sa mama nito. Pagkatapos ay umuwi na siya sa bahay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Tinext niya si picky at sinabing nakauwi na siya, at na kita nalang sila kinabukasan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa eskwelahan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pumunta ng library si kichie pagdating niya sa eskwela dahil may kailangan siyang tignan sa isang libro doon. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Hmm… saan kaya ung libro nay un?” Usal niya sa sarili&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Sa pagpasok niya sa loob ng library ay nakita niyang andun sina jersey at jenny na gumagawa ng takdang-aralin nila.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Oh, bakit ngayon lang kayo gumagawa ng homework natin sa Filipino?“ tanong niya sa dalawa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Nawala kasi kahapon sa isipan namin eh, may pinuntahan kasi kami.” Sagot nila&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ah, kaya naman pala, sige tulungan ko na kayo dyan.“ Presinta ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘mabuti pa nga at tulungan mo kami.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Tinext ni kichie ang kasintahan ang mga katropa niya at sinabing nasa library lang siya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Samantala, sa kabilang lamesa na katabi nila ay may nakatingin pala sa kanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Ito ay ang 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year student na si Nikki. Napatingin siya dito at ngumiti. Tumayo ito at lumapit sa kanya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Uhh, hi, sorry kung tinitignan po kita, nacurious lang kasi ako.” Pambungad nito sa kanya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oh, hi din sayo, ako nga pala si kichie. Bakit ka naman nacucurious sa akin? Tanong niya ditto&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ahh, kasi, nakwento ka sa akin ng kaibigan ko, ikaw daw ung kilalang writer dito sa skul.” Sagot nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Ah, kaya pala. Hindi naman ako kilala talaga eh. Pero salamat at nakilala mo ko dahil dun.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Walang anuman. Sige, baka nakakaistorbo na ako sa inyo,“ paalam nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Ok, see you around.“ Aniya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pagkatapos nilang gawin ang homework ay pumunta na sila sa silid-aralan nila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Andun na ang tropa ni kichie pati na din si picky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Oh, antagal mo naman sa library tol. » aniya ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ah, tinulungan ko kasi sa homework sina jersey eh.” Sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Tumabi siya kay picky at…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Sorry ha, hindi kita hinintay kanina.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Ayos lang, kumain ka ba bago umalis ng bahay?” tanong ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oo, kumain ako, ikaw?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘’Oo naman, mahirap pumasok ng gutom.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Siyanga pala, may nagpakilala sa akin na 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year, si Nikki, nalaman daw kasi niya na writer ako mula sa kaibigan niya.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Chix ba iyan tol?” tanong ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oo, sa tingin ko lang, maganda siya at matangkad para sa isang 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year.” Sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Bakit mo tinatanong ash? Ikaw ah, plano mo pa ata pormahan eh.” Kantiyaw ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Tinatanong ko lang naman ah, kayo talaga oh.“ Depensa ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Hooo, maniwala kami sayo, baka mamaya niyan pag nakita mo na talaga, eh ligawan mo na agad.“ Pang-aasar ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Kantiyawan sila dahil sa pinag-uusapan, hanggang sa dumating na ang kanilang propesor kaya nagsiupo na sila...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Class, may bago kayong kaklase, si Audrey Advincula, please accomodate her okay?” Panimula ni Miss. Villanueva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Yes ma’am.” Sabay-sabay nilang sagot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Tumabi si Audrey kay picky at nagpakilala…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hello, ako pala si Audrey, pero drei nalang po itawag niyo sa akin.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oh, hi drei, ako pala si picky, ito si kichie.” (sabay turo sa katabi niya)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hello drei. Nice meeting you.” Bati ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Habang sila ay nagkaklase ay nag-uusap si picky at drei…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Transferee ka din ba dito?“ tanong ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Oo eh, pinalipat kasi ako.” Sagot ni drei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Ako din eh, pero last year lang.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ah, eh ok lang ba itanong ko kung ano mo si kichie?“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Hmmm, kasintahan ko siya.“ (sabay tingin kay kichie)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Oh i see, kaya pala iba yung vibes ko sa inyong dalawa eh.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ahh ganun ba, hayaan mo, kapag break time, papakilala kita sa ibang kaklase natin, lalo na sa tropa ni kichie.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Nag-bell na at breaktime na, pinakilala ni picky si drei sa mga kaklase nila at sa tropa ni kichie...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Guys, si drei nga pala, ok lang ba sa inyo na sumama sya sa atin? Tanong ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Oo naman, ok lang sa amin noh. » sagot ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Uwian na…&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Palabas na nang eskwela sina kichie nang may nakaabang sa kanila na isang grupo, at nagitla si picky kung sino ang pasimuno nun. Si jhay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kamusta na kayo ? Akala niyo ba nakalimutan ko na yung ginawa ni kichie sa akin dati ? Hindi. Andito ako para gumanti. » Pagbabanta nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kung ako ang sadya mo, ako ang harapin mo, huwag mo idamay ang tropa ko. » matigas na sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« O sige, matapang ka ha ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Halika dito!“ Hamon ni jhay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;(Lalapit na sana si kichie nang pinigilan siya ni picky)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kichie, wag ka na lumaban, nakikita mo bang may mga tubo sila at dos por dos. » takot na sabi ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ok lang picky, alam ko din na gaganti siya at kung may mangyari man, tumawag na kayo ng pulis.“ Sabi ni kichie sabay dahan-dahang pagbitiw kay picky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Tol… tulungan ka na namin.“ Pag-aalalang sabi nila renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kapag agrabyado na ako, tsaka na kayo kumilos.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Kaya lumapit si kichie at hinarap si jhay…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« ngayon, ako nang harapin mo !“ sigaw niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Walang sabi-sabi ay pinagtulungan si kichie ng mga kasama ni jhay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Hahaha, akala mo ba, hahayaan kitang makaisa sa akin, yan ang dapat sayo ! (sabay hampas ng tubo kay kichie sa likuran)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Kichie !! guys, tulungan niyo na siya ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Hindi patas lumaban si jhay ! » sigaw ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Mga tarantado kayo ! tigilan niyo kaibigan namin. » pagsugod nila ash at pinagsusuntok at pinagsisipa ang mga kumukuyog kay kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Gago ka jhay ! halika dito ! “ Lumapit si kichie kay jhay at pinagsusuntok at pinagsisipa niya ito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Tumawag na tayo ng pulis!” sigaw ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hinila ni kichie si jhay at patuloy pa din niya itong sinasapak, pero hinampas siya ng tubo sa ulo niya ng kasama nito kaya siya ay natumba at nawalan ng malay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“TOL! Mga t****** kayo!“ Kumuha ng tubo si kir at sinugod ang mga umatake sa kanila&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kichie! Kichie!“ Patakbong lumapit si picky sa kasintahan upang alalayan ito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Halos di na makagalaw si kichie dahil sa mga natamong pasa at bugbog…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Palabas na si Miss. Villanueva nung makita niya iyon. Napasugod siya at tinignan ang lagay ni Kichie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Anong nangyari dito ?! Anong nangyari kay kichie ?” alalang tanong niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ma’am, sinugod po kasi siya ng dating kaeskwela ko at my kasama,” Naiiyak na sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Tara na, dalhin na natin siya sa ospital, grabe na yung lagay niya.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sa kabilang dako ay nabugbog nila ash sina jhay at sinabing…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Mga tarantado kayo! Oras na may mangyari masama sa kaibigan namin hahabulin namin kayo hanggang impyerno!!” sigaw ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Dumating ang mga pulis at dinakip ang mga nanugod kina kichie, lalo na si jhay na siyang pasimuno nito. Dinala nila Miss. Villanueva si kichie sa ospital… Doon ay nasa labas sila ng ER dahil matindi ang mga natamong mga injury ni kichie lalo pa’t natamaan siya sa ulo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kasalanan ko to. Kung hindi sana ako umalis sa MCU…” umiiyak na sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Picky, tama na, wala ka namang kasalanan eh, hindi din natin alam na babalik pang muli ang ex mo.” Pag-aalo ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kahit na, tignan niyo nangyari sa kanya, hindi natin alam kung may kumplikasyon ba sa utak niya ang pagkakahampas sa kanya sa ulo.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Alam natin yun, pero ang dapat nating gawin ngayon ay magdasal para sa kanyang kaligtasan.” Aniya ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Biglang nagdatingan ang mga kaklase nila kasama si drei dahil nabalitaan nila ang nangyari kay kichie…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Ano nang lagay niya?” tanong ni drei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Di pa sinasabi ng doktor sa amin pero pinapanalangin namin na sana okay siya.“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%"&gt;Sagot ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Dumating din si Nikki at tinanong ang iba pang andun...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kamusta na po siya? Nalaman ko yun sa ibang mga nakakita sa nangyari sa skul.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Hindi pa namin masabi kung ano nang lagay niya.” Sagot ni Miss Villanueva&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Naghintay pa sila nang ilang oras hanggang sa lumabas ang doktor at...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kamusta na po siya Dok?“ alalang tanong ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Nagkaroon siya ng madaming pasa at nabalian siya sa kaliwang tadyang niya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;As for her head and skull, so far wala namang complications although nagkaroon siya ng sugat sa may ulo at kinailangan iyong tahiin. Sa ngayon ay hindi niyo pa siya makakausap dahil di pa siya nagkakamalay, pero wag kayong mag-alala, magigising din siya after 6 hours, kailangan lang niya magpahinga ng maigi.” Sabi ng doctor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt"&gt;“Hay salamat naman, mabuti na lang walang kumplikasyon sa utak niya.” Buntong-hiningang sagot ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 9&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa ospital… &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Dumating sina renzi at tinanong sa mga kaibigan kung kumusta na si kichie… nasa labas sila at nag-uusap…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kamusta na siya?” tanong ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Sabi ng doctor, maayos na naman daw siya, pero kailangan niyang magpahinga ng matagal.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Tugon ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Eh si picky? Nasaan na siya?” tanong ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ayun binabantayan si kichie sa kwarto. » sagot ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Eh ano nang nangyari dun sa mga sumugod kay kichie ? » tanong ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« ayun nasa presinto na, nagmamatigas pa din ung jhay na yun. » sagot ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Hay, kawawa naman si kichie noh, dami na niyang pinagdaanan tapos ngayon ito. » aniya ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Yun nga eh. Pero di din naman toh kasalanan ni picky, dahil hindi din naman niya alam na hahantong sa ganito. » sabi ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ang mahalaga, ok na siya, kailangan lang natin siyang alalayan at tulungan. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« kulang-kulang 1 buwan din siya di makakapasok dahil hindi niya pa yan kakayanin. » &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Tayo na lang bahalang kumopya ng mga notes para sa kanya. » boluntaryong sabi ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Sige.. salit-salitan din tayo sa pagbabantay sa kanya. » aniya ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sa may kwarto…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kichie, patawarin mo ako, kung di dahil sa akin, di ka mapapahamak ng ganito. » sabi ni picky habang hinahawakan ang kamay ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Picky, magpahinga ka na muna, ako na muna magbabantay sa kanya. » aniya ni drei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ok lang ako, kailangan niya ako, kaya di ko siya iiwanan. » sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pumasok sina jhes na may dalang pagkain at binigyan si picky…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Kumain ka na muna, kailangan mo din nang lakas.” Sabi ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Sige, salamat sa pagkain.“ sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Hanggang sa mga oras na iyon ay hindi pa din nagkakamalay si kichie… pero matiyaga siyang binantayan ng kanyang kasintahan at mga kaibigan. Lumabas saglit si picky upang tumawag sa kanila para magpaalam na di na muna siya makakauwi dahil babantayan niya si kichie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Hello. » sagot ng mama niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Hello ma, di muna ako makakauwi, naospital po si kichie. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Hala ! anong nangyari sa kanya ? » alalang tanong ng mama niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Nabugbog po siya sa skul, pero ok na po siya ngayon.” Tugon niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Ganun ba, sige, basta mag-iingat kayo dyan ha, balitaan mo ko kung ano nang lagay niya.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘ Opo mama.“ Sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Ibinababa na niya ang telepono at bumalik na siya sa kwarto. Pagbalik niya ay binalita sa kanya na nagkamalay na si kichie kaya dali-dali siyang lumapit dito. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Kichie. Andito ako.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘P-picky.. pasensya ka na, naging mahina ako, kaya ito kinabagsakan ko.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Wag mo sabihin yan, hindi din patas lumaban sina jhay kaya nagkaganyan ka.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hinawakan ni picky ang kamay niya at di niya yun binitawan… Tinignan niya ang mukha ni kichie at naawa siya sa sinapit ng kasintahan pero tinibayan niya ang loob niya. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Picky, dito ka lang, wag mo ko iiwanan.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Pagsusumamo ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Oo dito lang ako sa tabi mo.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Tol, kamusta na pakiramdam mo? » tanong ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“ito tol, hindi ko ngayon nararamdaman ung sakit pero kapag nawala na yung epekto ng anestisya, hindi ko alam.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Sabi ng doctor, nabalian ka sa kaliwang tadyang mo.” Aniya ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ganun ba, ok lang, maghihilom din naman ito pagkalipas ng ilang buwan.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Nasa presinto na pala sina jhay at mga kasama niya, ano nang balak mong gawin? Kakasuhan mo ba sila?” tanong ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oo nga kichie, physical injuries ang magiging kaso nila kung itutuloy mo.” Aniya ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hmmm… sige, kakasuhan na lang natin sila. Kayo nang bahala umasikaso muna habang nagpapagaling ako.” Aniya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kichie, natatakot ako. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Baka balikan ka na naman niya.” Sabi ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Wag ka mag-aalala picky, wala na ding magagawa si jhay kasi kapag may ginawa pa siyang maling hakbang, dadami lang ang kaso niya.“ Sabi ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Habang nag-uusap sila ay nakatulog si kichie kaya nag desisyon ang tropa na umalis na muna at iwan muna si kichie at picky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Picky, alis na muna kami, babalik na lang kami bukas, ikaw na muna bahala sa kanya.“ Aniya ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Sige, ingat kayo ha.“ Sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ok, mag-iingat kami.‘‘ sagot ng tropa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Pag-alis ng tropa ay tatayo na sana si picky ng maramdaman niyang hinila siya ni kichie...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kichie? Akala ko ba natutulog ka na?“ gulat niyang tanong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kunwari lang yun, inantay ko lang sila umalis, gusto kasi kita masolo eh.“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Pilyong sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Ikaw ha? Ang pilyo mo, hmmp.“ &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Halika dito, lapit ka.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Yaya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Bakit?” Kichie? Hmmm.. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Hinila ng dahan-dahan ni kichie si picky hanggang sa mapalapit na sa mukha niya ang mukha nito.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Picky… (Sabay nilapat niya ang labi niya sa labi nito)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Kichie, baka pumasok ung nurse, mahuli tayo. » &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Mamaya pa yun, kakatingin lang niya sa akin kanina diba.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Ikaw talaga oh. Dami mong palusot. “&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Hinalikan ulit ni kichie si picky… Matagal… hanggang sa kumalas na si kichie at naupo na sa tabi niya si picky…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kichie, sorry ha. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Sorry para saan ? »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Kasi ng dahil sa akin kaya ka nagkaganyan. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Ok lang ito picky, hindi mo naman kasalanan eh. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Pero kahit na, nang dahil sa akin….” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Shhh… tama na, halika dito.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Lumapit si picky at niyakap siya ni kichie..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Tama na ha, walang may gusto nito, tahan ka na, wala kang kasalanan, at least ok na ko diba. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“ Kinaya mo lahat para sa akin, kahit na ganito ang nangyari.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Mahal kasi kita diba, kaya nakakaya kong tiisin lahat ng sakit at kirot. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Mahal din kita. » tugon ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Patuloy pa din silang nag-uusap hanggang sa pinatulog na ni kichie si picky.. Pagkatapos ay natulog na din siya.. Nagtagal pa siya ng ilang linggo sa ospital at matiyaga siyang binabantayan ni picky at ng tropa niya. Hanggang sa dumating ang araw na pwede na siyang lumabas at sa bahay na magpapahinga at magpapagaling.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:14.0pt; line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa bahay ni kichie… Magagabi na…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Dumating na din sila sa bahay ni kichie at tinulungan nila itong makaakyat sa kanyang kwarto. Nagtulong-tulong sila jhes na magluto at maglinis ng bahay samantalang sinasamahan ni picky si kichie sa kanyang kwarto.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Ano kayang magandang lutuin noh ? » tanong ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Ung nilagang baka na lang para may sabaw at kaldereta. » sabi ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Sige, mas maganda pa nga yun ang mga iluto natin.“ Aniya ni  jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Lalabas muna kami ni kir, bibili ng mga inumin natin.“ Aniya ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Sige, magandang selebrasyon din ito sa pagrecover ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;kichie. » tugon ni donna&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Ok lang bang iniwan natin ung dalawa dun sa taas ?“ tanong ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Hayaan mo na sila, at least diba, makakapagsarili sila dun.“ sagot ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Sa may kwarto ni kichie…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Lingid sa kaalaman ng tropa ay may iba na palang ginagawa ung dalawa.. Hinila ni kichie si picky nung siya ay tumayo at isinandal niya ito sa pader..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kichie... ok lang bang gumagalaw ka nang ganyan? Baka mapaano ka.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Wag kang mag-alala, ok lang ito.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Walang nagawa si picky dahil siniil na siya ng halik ng kichie at nararamdaman niyang bumaba na ang labi nito sa kanyang leeg habang naglalakbay ang kamay nito sa katawan niya...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Kichie... ki----...‘‘ hindi na nakapagsalita si picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Nararamdaman niyang tinatanggal na ni kichie ang kanyang damit kung kaya unti-unti na din niyang tinatanggalan nang damit ito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Ramdam niya ang init nito na nakalapat sa katawan niya. Ramdam niya ang paghaplos nito sa katawan niya, sa mga bahaging ito palang ang nakahaplos. Marahan at puno ng pagmamahal ang galaw nito sa kanya. Nasaktan siya nang ilagay nito ang kamay niya sa...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Awww.. kichie...“ mahina niyang sigaw&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Sorry picky.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;nasaktan ka ba?“ alalang tanong nito&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Ok lang, ituloy mo lang.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Kaya dahan-dahan lang ito sa paggalaw at paghaplos sa kanya. Nararamdaman niya ang init na bumabalot sa kanyang katawan. At ang pagmamahal na pinaparamdam ni kichie sa kanya. Naramdaman na lang niya ang hilo, ang hilo na nakarating na siya sa isang kaligayahan na si kichie lang ang nagpaparamdam sa kanya. Pagkatapos nun ay nagpahinga sila saglit at nagbihis na upang bumaba na sa hapag-kainan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Sa hapag kainan...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Oh kichie, buti bumaba na kayo, kanina pa namin kayo hinihintay, luto na ang mga ulam at ang kanin.“ Aniya ni renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Bumili na din kami ng mga inumin natin.“ Sabi naman ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘kayo talaga oh, nag-abala pa kayo,“ tugon ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Naku ok lang yan tol, dapat lang tayo magsaya ngayon.“ Sabi ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oh siya, magsiupo na kayo at kakain na tayo.“ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size: 10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sabi ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Kaya nagsikain na sila at nagsalo-salo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Masayang nagkwentuhan at nagkulitan ang magkakaibigan. Patingin-tingin si kichie kay picky. Habang kumakain sila ay may nag doorbell.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;(Tumunog ang doorbell kaya si lea na ang tumayo at nagbukas ng pinto)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sina jersey, jenny, drei at Miss Villanueva pala ang dumating…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oh, andito din pala kayo, tara kain!” yaya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Sige kichie, nga pala, may dala kaming cake.” Aniya ni jersey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Ay, nakakahiya naman sa inyo.” Aniya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Naku ok lang noh, para din ito sa paggaling mo. » aniya ni drei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;At may nag doorbell pa ulit at si Nikki ang huling dumating..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Ay oo nga pala guys, di niyo pa pala siya kilala, siya si nikki, ung 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; year na kwento ko sa inyo dati.” Aniya ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“HI NIKKI! Sabay-sabay nilang bati&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hi din po sa inyong lahat.” Sagot naman niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Tara na, kain na kayo dito, madami pang ulam at kanin.” Yaya ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Kaya lumapit na sila sa kainan at kumuha ng mga ulam at kanin. Mas naging masaya ang gabing iyon dahil may isang bagay na ginawa si kichie para kay picky at sa harap pa ito ng mga kaibigan niya.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Picky, pikit ka.” Sabi niya kay picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Bakit kichie?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Basta pikit ka ha.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Ok sige.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Lumapit si kichie at may isinuot sa leeg ni picky. Isang kwintas na matagal na niyang pinag-ipunan at lihim na binili para sa kasintahan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Sige picky, pwede ka nang dumilat. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isang proposal...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;At sa pagdilat ng mga mata ni picky ay nakita niya ang kwintas na isinuot ni kichie sa kanya. Hindi siya makapagsalita nung una...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Nagustuhan mo ba picky?“ tanong ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kichie... para saan ito?“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Sabihin na nating second proposal ko sa’yo.“ sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Proposal para saan?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Diba nung una I asked you if would you be my girlfriend.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“At ano ito ngayon?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Hmmm. Gusto sana kitang tanungin... Would you be a part of me for the rest of my life?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;“Woooo! Ayan na! nagpropose na si kichie! Ayiiee !! » Sigawan ang lahat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Speechless si picky… hindi makapaniwala sa kanyang narinig…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Uyyy, sobrang kilig na si picky oh, hindi na makapagsalita. » tukso nila drei&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;« Kichie…. Hindi ko alam kung anong sasabihin ko. Gusto ko malaman, bakit ako ang pinili mo?“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Kasi unang nakita pa lang kita, alam ko na ikaw na yung taong gusto kong makasama habambuhay.“&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Niyakap ni picky si kichie ng mahigpit at sinabing...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;‘‘Salamat sa pagmamahal mo, at sa pagkakataon na binigay mo sa akin para matutunan kitang mahalin. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Wala yun picky, mahal talaga kita, kaya naghintay ako kahit gaano pa yun katagal. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;« Oi kayong dalawa, nilalanggam na kayo dyan oh, mga pasaway talaga. » sabi ni jenny&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« It’s time to party hard! » sigaw ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Binigyan nila nang alak sina kichie at sila ay nagtoss…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Para sa mabilis na pagrecover ni kichie, at sa pagpropose niya kay picky!” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“CHEERS!!!” sabay-sabay na sagot ng lahat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Sila ay nagkasiyahan, nagkantahan, inuman, katuwaan, kantiyawan. Hindi lubos maisip ng tropa ni kichie na magmamahal ng ganito ang kaibigan nila, na ibinigay niya ang lahat para lang sa babaeng ito. Kahit masakit, Kahit mahirap. Inabot sila ng magdamag kaya dun na din sila nagsi tulog…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Lumipas ang mga buwan, hanggang sa maging mga taon, at matibay pa din ang relasyon nila kichie at picky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:14.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CHAPTER 12&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Dumating sa puntong inaya ni kichie si picky na magpakasal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Dahil ng mga panahong iyon ay legal na ang kasal para sa ikatlong kasarian o third sex.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Picky, gusto sana kitang yayain na magpakasal na.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Sigurado ka? Legal na ba ngayon ang kasal para sa atin.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Oo, legal na ito ngayon.” Sagot niya&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Sabagay, matagal na din tayo, at sa palagay ko panahon na para lumagay tayo sa tahimik.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;“Tama ka dyan.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Kaya kinausap nila ang malalapit na kaibigan pati na din ang tropa nila upang pagplanuhan ang kasalan at mai-set na kung kailan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;‘‘Guys, pagplanuhan natin ang kasal nila kichie. Kung kailan ung pinaka available time at kung saan.“ Sabi ni jhes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Oo nga, dapat pagplanuhan itong mabuti.“ Aniya ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Nagplano silang mabuti at naghanap ng pwedeng lugar kung saan ang reception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="DE-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%;mso-ansi-language:DE-LU"&gt;Samantalang sina ash naman ang naghanap ng simbahan kung saan pwede magpakasal ang dalawa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;‘‘Tara na, maghahanap pa tayo ng simbahan.“ yaya ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Sige, para ma set up na lahat.” Aniya ni kir&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Habang abala sila sa kanya-kanyang toka ay namamasyal sina kichie at picky… Iniisip nila kung saan nga ba sila nagsimula at kung paano sila humantong sa kung ano meron sa kanila ngayon… At pagkalipas ng 1 buwan..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sa simbahan…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Kinakabahan naghihintay sa may harap ng altar si kichie. Nakasuot siya nang simpleng parang tuxedo Kasama niya sina ash, renzi at kir bilang mga best man samantalang sina jhes ang abay. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Tol, kinakabahan ako.” Sabi niya kay renzi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Naku tol, ok lang yan, pag andyan na siya, mawawala na iyan.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;At dumating na din ang kanyang hinihintay… si picky, nakasuot ito ng simpleng white gown at ito’y nakangiti habang papalapit sa kanya.. Inakay niya ito papunta sa altar at sila ay humarap na sa pari.. pagkatapos ng sinabi ng pari ay ito na ang hinihintay ng lahat..ang pagpapalitan ng I DO’s…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Will you take her for better or for worst, thru sickness and health,?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“I do” sagot ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“and as for you, will take her for better or for worst, thru sickness and health?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“I do” sagot ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“And now, you may kiss the bride..”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Hinagkan ni kichie si picky sa labi at pagkatapos ay humarap sila sa mga tao at sila ay nagkuhanan ng litrato.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%; mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Pagkatapos sa simbahan ay pumunta na sila sa reception area. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Nagkasiyahan at nagkantahan sila dun.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Masayang nakatingin sa kanila sina kichie at picky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Alam mo, masaya talaga ako.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="FR-LU" style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height: 115%;mso-ansi-language:FR-LU"&gt;Sabi ni kichie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Bakit naman?” tanong ni picky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;« Kasi sa wakas iisa na tayo, ang ibig kong sabihin, ito na tayo. »&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Hinawakan ni picky ang mukha ni kichie at hinagkan niya ito saglit… Nakita ito ng mga kaibigan nila kaya…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Uyyy.. ang sweet-sweet talaga nila oh!! Nakakainggit!” sigaw nila&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Tayo din kaya maghanap na.” biro ni ash&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;“Kayo talaga oh, puro kayo kabaliwan.” Saway ni lea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;Masayang-masaya na natapos ang handaan. Pag-uwi nila, muli silang naglakbay patungo sa isang nakakahilong ligaya na punong-puno ng pagmamahal para sa isa’t-isa…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;-----------------------------THE END--------------------------------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCVRuALrfJk/TYYMW1XNkqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IdVUu0IhHoU/s400/176340_153148604739412_100001328207975_266585_7904467_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586165974220772002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;conversation sa text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: nagyaya na naman mga kaibigan ko ng inom, sabi ko wag na.&lt;br /&gt;siya: isa ka pa. si lm umiinom na, ikaw dn. anu b yn nahilig na kayo uminom.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tinext ko lang naman siya to tell her that tapos nagulat ako sa naging sagot niya. siya nga pala, i'm referring to my ex-girlfriend, si chloe, matagal na kaming break, we're good friends now, paminsan-minsan nag-uusap kami kapag naisipan kong magparamdam sa kanya o kaya kapag siya naman nagparamdam sa akin. it's kinda funny na sa kabila ng mga nangyari dati ay nagawa pa din naming mag-usap. Pero minsan giyera kami nyan, nagtatalo, parang mga bata na di mo maintindihan. Honestly, hindi ko din alam kung siya pa din ba dahilan kung bakit hindi ko magawang maibigay ng buong-buo ang puso ko dun sa taong mahal ko ngayon. Dahil nga ba hawak pa niya ang isang parte ng puso ko? hindi ko din lubos na maintindihan. Gustuhin ko man malaman ang totoo, hindi ko naman magawa dahil may kung ano na humaharang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kung meron pa man akong dahilan para alamin yung totoo, maaring hindi pa sa ngayon. Alam ko lang importante pa din siya para sa akin, kahit na hindi kami madalas mag-usap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-8838263064911922258?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8838263064911922258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8838263064911922258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8838263064911922258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8838263064911922258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-conversation-part-ii.html' title='random conversation part ii'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pCVRuALrfJk/TYYMW1XNkqI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IdVUu0IhHoU/s72-c/176340_153148604739412_100001328207975_266585_7904467_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8494635811513009322</id><published>2011-03-17T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T00:03:40.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>random conversation..</title><content type='html'>Nasa loob kami ng CR ng President ng SC at nagyoyosi lang. ganito usapan namin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Liza: di ka na ba kumakanta?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: sa ngayon hindi pa.&lt;br /&gt;Liza: bakit? wala kang inspirasyon?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: meron naman. kaso wala akong mahanap na kantang babagay sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Liza: wala kabang girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Ako: wala eh. hinihintay ko pa din siya... mahigit isang taon na... naghihintay pa din ako.&lt;br /&gt;Liza: ahh.. mahirap yan...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganyan usapan namin sa loob ng CR. random lang. napaisip nga ako kung bakit hinihintay ko pa din si ____ eh. siguro ganun lang talaga kasi mahal ko talaga. kahit masakit at mahirap. kahit na maaring walang mangyari sa paghihintay ko. Di ko rin naman magawang isuko na lang siya o isuko ung nararamdaman ko. Tuwing susubukan ko na kalimutan na lang, hindi ko magawa. Siya at siya lang andito sa puso ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-8494635811513009322?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8494635811513009322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8494635811513009322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8494635811513009322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8494635811513009322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-conversation.html' title='random conversation..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7722439618044423017</id><published>2011-03-14T19:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:22:40.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Mga kabaliwan lang niya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LzDZhCrATM/TX36eq0AYVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/fD0cY-Vdy2g/s1600/183301_1850061128434_1147908150_2211772_8265898_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LzDZhCrATM/TX36eq0AYVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/fD0cY-Vdy2g/s400/183301_1850061128434_1147908150_2211772_8265898_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583894517804720466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatawa ako kay Nikki, paano kasi kapag kasama ko yang siya, ginagawa niya akong punching bag, haha, joke lang. Katulad kanina, nung sinusubuan niya ako ng porkchop, kulang na lang isaksak sa lalamunan ko ung tinidor, hahaha.:P ewan ko kung bakit ayos lang sa akin yung ganun kahit na pwede akong masaktan. Tama siguro sila na ang mga writer ay mga masokista.:) tapos nung kukuha ako ng tissue, hinihila niya ako para di ako makakakuha. Kung makaakbay yan di na ko makahinga, mataas kasi siya sa akin eh, mga 5'6 siya. Minsan naman binabatukan nalang niya ako, o kaya hihilahin na lang, sa akin naman ayos lang, sanay na din kasi ako sa mga katulad niya. Tsaka malayo agwat namin sa edad, mga 4 years, 17 siya, 22 ako. :) We're plain friends lang talaga, close like sibilings lang talaga kami. Tsaka masaya lang din kasi siya kasama kaya un.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-7722439618044423017?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7722439618044423017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7722439618044423017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7722439618044423017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7722439618044423017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/mga-kabaliwan-lang-niya.html' title='Mga kabaliwan lang niya...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8LzDZhCrATM/TX36eq0AYVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/fD0cY-Vdy2g/s72-c/183301_1850061128434_1147908150_2211772_8265898_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5756746217861419215</id><published>2011-03-14T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T16:44:26.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>Sayaw Lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9XKlbhQ8kY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/b9XKlbhQ8kY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa ako sa sayaw nila ni Nikki at Greko. Medyo magulo lang kasi tumatawa sila pero maganda naman naging resulta nung sayaw, sa PE kasi nila yun, finals lang. haha. Natuwa lang talaga ako. :) Kaso natatawa ako sa kanya nung bago pa ung PE nila, paano kasi naglalakad sa loob ng room naka bra at shorts lang.. :) dancer talaga eh, open minded lang talaga siya.. Pero so far masaya naman..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-5756746217861419215?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/5756746217861419215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=5756746217861419215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5756746217861419215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5756746217861419215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='Sayaw Lang...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-4074919521357426819</id><published>2011-03-10T22:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:26:02.679+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And there she is, walking on the hallway,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;As I look at her, smiling and staring,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She don't know that I'm fascinated,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;When she's bubbly, happy and childish,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She's quite a carefree type of girl,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Not thinking too much about things,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Even though things are going wrong around her,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Whenever problems arise,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She makes sure it won't affect her mood,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She simply shrugs it off and goes on...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She captivates everyone's attention&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She got this kind of charm,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That everyone sees,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;And unknowingly to her,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;People end up staring and looking at her...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I was merely watching her every movement,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Wondering what she really has,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She's full of life and energy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;That merely exhaustion,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Doesn't overcome her...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;She seems perfect,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Almost perfect,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But as the saying goes,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;No one's perfect in this world,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;But still, she's almost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: gray; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/6174731029837948806-4074919521357426819?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/4074919521357426819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=4074919521357426819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4074919521357426819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4074919521357426819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7255404384703162434</id><published>2011-03-10T22:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T08:28:35.620+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Invisible love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;It was awkward and a but frustrating,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;Knowing that you might not look my way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I know that you knew about my feelings,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I was hit so hard to my heart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;And it makes me love you more each other...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I feel so invisible in your eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;Feeling that my existence don't matter to you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I loved you this deep that it hurts,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;It hurts so much that it numbs me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;But the more I get hurt, the more I love you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I don't know why I’m still here,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;Waiting for you to see what I really feel,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I was strong enough to withstand the pain,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;But it's breaking me apart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;And I'm trying my hardest not to show it...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I cheerfully talk with you so that you won't see,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;The pain that's been lurking inside me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;The heartache that I feel every single day,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;That in your eyes, I am invisible,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;And that for you, my feelings means nothing...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I might be physically visible to you,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;But when it comes to my heart, I am not,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;I know that you don't feel anything for me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;And yet here I am, still waiting,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 15.05pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:BatangChe;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;For you to finally see, my invisible love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Coming Soon&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color:gray;mso-themecolor:background1;mso-themeshade:128"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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/6174731029837948806-7255404384703162434?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7255404384703162434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7255404384703162434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7255404384703162434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7255404384703162434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/invisible-love.html' title='Invisible love'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-245566650551334418</id><published>2011-03-10T22:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T22:18:17.739+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Deep Inside My Heart</title><content type='html'>And I know, deep inside my hart,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm still waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;Still hoping that one day you will love me,&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that it's quite impossible,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that you don't feel anything for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn to love you like it was the first time,&lt;br /&gt;First time that I've fallen in love,&lt;br /&gt;But I knew it wasn't the first for me,&lt;br /&gt;To love somebody do much,&lt;br /&gt;That eventually it kills me inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep these feelings within myself,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that i can't keep it for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I do love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;That i don't want to sit here and wait,&lt;br /&gt;But I simply can't come near you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it hurts me so much,&lt;br /&gt;Every time you try to ignore my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel it and see it,&lt;br /&gt;But you are too blind,&lt;br /&gt;To see through this heart of mine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write, it's all about you,&lt;br /&gt;When I sing, it's for you,&lt;br /&gt;When I think, all I think is you,&lt;br /&gt;When I do crazy stuffs, it's because of you,&lt;br /&gt;You got me falling so deeply into you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-245566650551334418?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/245566650551334418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=245566650551334418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/245566650551334418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/245566650551334418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/deep-inside-my-heart.html' title='Deep Inside My Heart'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-6842422683888169308</id><published>2011-03-09T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T22:25:10.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Sibling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sWqpm798K0/TXeGxmj6DwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/OWX-4wXwGmQ/s1600/jana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 301px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sWqpm798K0/TXeGxmj6DwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/OWX-4wXwGmQ/s400/jana.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582078449871884034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  This girl in the picture, she's the one that i consider as my sibling. Her name is Jannah Mae and she's 17 years old. A first year college student in the same school where I also study. I met her when I went to their room the day after the Meeting De Avanche during the 1st semester in our school. But at first it's kinda a tight situation and I'm still trying to adjust. She's quiet, emotional, kinda mature. We are not that close during that time. It was 2nd semester that we became close, and that's when the issue starts...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Some people think that I have feelings for her due to the fact that my care for her is extraordinary, little they know, I care that way, because I'm different. Lately, I don't talk to her just like before, not because I'm mad or what, I just want her to have her space, that's why I'm 20 steps away from her, I don't necessarily distancing myself from her, I just need to look after her from a distance. The fact that people give issues about me and her, that our closeness had malice on it. But honestly. it's kinda hard for me to be distant from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There are certain times that i do miss her, because whenever I want to be quiet, she's the one that I wanted beside me because she don't talk that much. She's more of the listening type. I know that she appreciates me for the care and concern that I gave her before, telling me that no other friend had done that to her except for me. She even asked me if what she really is to me, I answered, she's my sister. Maybe we're not related by blood, but I gave her that kind of care that is not easy to find. As I've said, I'm different, when I choose you as someone that I will care for, it would be for life. Or not necessarily that long, it depends if she wants me to stay in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt that she's already used to me, I mean, that I care for, giving her something like that. I told her that what I've said before in front of her and her best friend that I would take care of her, I mean it and I did it. I know that she feels it, though it looks like some people got the wrong idea. They thought I was in love with her. WHAT?! I can't blame them because they don't know me that well, but they shouldn't jumped into conclusions without finding out the truth behind it. YES, I do care for her, but as a SIBLING only. Beyond that, NO. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-6842422683888169308?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/6842422683888169308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=6842422683888169308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6842422683888169308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6842422683888169308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/sibling.html' title='Sibling...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7sWqpm798K0/TXeGxmj6DwI/AAAAAAAAAcU/OWX-4wXwGmQ/s72-c/jana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-6407540233397414497</id><published>2011-03-07T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T22:43:29.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='super special'/><title type='text'>Miss Independent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tHYVt9HU-k/TXTpxROXHYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TZY9-Hl-gvg/s1600/166671_180982975264760_100000591768799_569032_1148390_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tHYVt9HU-k/TXTpxROXHYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TZY9-Hl-gvg/s400/166671_180982975264760_100000591768799_569032_1148390_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581342870865386882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   And now I'm writing a blog about her. Yes, she's she. I know some people don't know yet what's my sexual orientation. All I can say is, I am an androgynous, that's it. Anyway, she's a very special person to me, well I can say is I do love this girl. And I think it's been 1 year and 2 months since the day i fell for her. I know, it's been so long and yet nothing's changed. Maybe there are some instances that I might feel that i don't love her anymore, and yet, I always end up running back to her. By the way, we're just friends, and the feeling isn't mutual, sad to say. It's one-sided, and yet I love her that much. I am serious when I said that I LOVE HER. I know it is not easy loving someone who can't love you back, and yet, here I am, confessing my real feelings.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;   To be honest, I just met her one time in person. I don't know when would be the next. But despite that, I really fell so hard for her, and I don't know what she have that got me off my feet. The fact that I'm hanging out with some pretty gals from school, there's a possibility that I might lose my feelings for her, and yet, they got nothing compare to her. What I'm saying is, she's really special, and no one can take away that fact. I'm not the type who just looks in the outside appearance, I look for that person inside. There are certain times that she annoys me, but that can't be helped. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  She's simple in her own way. She's the ONLY ONE that I call MISS INDEPENDENT. I may admit that it hurts so bad deep inside knowing that she may never love me, but that same fact keeps me strong, because that's the only choice I have, to keep myself strong. My feelings are constant, I might like some other gals, but no one can beat her when it comes to my heart. She's so special to me, and in my own ways, I express my feelings. My methods are simple but it says it all. I don't have to be so showy, because she already know. And I know, my heart got entangled when she came into my life, and I can't take it back. Oh well, she has it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-6407540233397414497?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/6407540233397414497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=6407540233397414497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6407540233397414497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6407540233397414497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/miss-independent.html' title='Miss Independent...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3tHYVt9HU-k/TXTpxROXHYI/AAAAAAAAAb8/TZY9-Hl-gvg/s72-c/166671_180982975264760_100000591768799_569032_1148390_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5021442753342332461</id><published>2011-03-07T21:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T21:17:43.398+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>Pagtitimpi...</title><content type='html'>Minsan, nakaka badtrip maging mabait. Bakit? Dahil akala ng iba ay ayos lang sa'yo ung mga sinasabi o ginagawa nila. Hindi nila alam, hindi ka na natutuwa sa kanila pero hindi ka na lang nagsasalita. Dahil ayaw mo lang makasakit o masabihan ng kung ano-ano. Kung minsan nga wala pa silang pakundangan sa mga ginagawa nila eh. Tipong seryoso ka na nga sa sinasabi mo, gagaguhin ka pa. Nakakainis yun sa totoo lang talaga. Pero ayoko na lang talaga magbitaw ng salitang hindi maganda sa pandinig. Akala kasi nila tama pa din yung ginagawa nila. Pinakaayaw ko sa lahat yung hindi ako PANINIWALAAN kahit totoo naman talaga ung sinasabi ko, sabay babarahin pa ako. May mga pagkakataong ok lang sa akin yan, pero sana lang kung seryoso yung mukha ko, seryosohin naman ako. Hindi naman ako laging nakikipag biruan eh. :| Pinipilit ko lang na intindihin kaso minsan nakakasawa na ding umintindi na lang lagi. nakakapagod. :| &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Hindi madali magtimpi, hindi madali magpasensya, pero kailangan kong gawin yun dahil kung idadaan lang sa init ng ulo, walang mangyayari, lalo lang gugulo ang sitwasyon. Kaya nga kapag ganyan tahimik na lang ako. Hindi na lang ako nagsasalita. Ayoko na lang din magalit, nakakaubos ng enerhiya at lakas. Tipong gusto mo na lang umalis na lang bigla at iwan sila kasi nakakagago na pinaggagawa nila. Timpi ka ng timpi, sila naman iinisin ka ng iinisin, nakakagago lang talaga di ba. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-5021442753342332461?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/5021442753342332461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=5021442753342332461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5021442753342332461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5021442753342332461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/pagtitimpi.html' title='Pagtitimpi...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-3674007126158535398</id><published>2011-03-05T23:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:41:31.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>What would it be?</title><content type='html'>And I keep thinking,&lt;br /&gt;Would I be given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;To let you feel my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And all of this love that I have for you&lt;br /&gt;What would it be for me?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I know there’s no easy way to love,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no easy road to take&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no way that my heart won’t break,&lt;br /&gt;Cause this love that I’m giving,&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t reciprocated, it is one sided…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why I keep on waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Keep on holding on,&lt;br /&gt;Even though there’s no assurance,&lt;br /&gt;That maybe you will look my way one day,&lt;br /&gt;And finally love me…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m not really expecting nor assuming,&lt;br /&gt;I’m just hoping that someday,&lt;br /&gt;You would finally see,&lt;br /&gt;That there’s someone,&lt;br /&gt;Who’s been there for you all along…?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I’m just saying, that it’s always been you,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve been waiting for all this time,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m just wondering,&lt;br /&gt;What would be between us?&lt;br /&gt;Will you stay, or will you go?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cannot say that you will give me a chance,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m hoping that you will,&lt;br /&gt;And by all means,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll always be by your side…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-3674007126158535398?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/3674007126158535398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=3674007126158535398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3674007126158535398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3674007126158535398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-would-it-be.html' title='What would it be?'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5767233557667477788</id><published>2011-03-05T23:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:40:51.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Pagmamahal</title><content type='html'>Hindi ko alam kung hanggang  saan&lt;br /&gt;Ang nararamdaman ko para sa’yo.&lt;br /&gt;Pilit kong hinahanap sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;ang mga sagot sa katanungan&lt;br /&gt;sa aking puso’t isipan...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Di ko mawari kung bakit ganito,&lt;br /&gt;Na kahit na alam ko sa sarili ko&lt;br /&gt;Na ni katiting na pagtingin mo&lt;br /&gt;Ay wala para sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;Pero heto ako’t naghihintay sayo…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; iniisip ko na lang na maari akong&lt;br /&gt;Masaktan ng lubusan sa paghihintay,&lt;br /&gt;Pero para sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;Di bale ng natuto akong magmahal&lt;br /&gt;Kesa isang manhid na lamang.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gustuhin ko man na maramdaman mo lahat,&lt;br /&gt;pero alam kong hindi dapat,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako nagdududa sa sarili ko,&lt;br /&gt;Kundi sa mga maaring mangyari pa,&lt;br /&gt;Na kung hanggang saan ba talaga ako...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Hindi ko alam kung iyong nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga ginagawa ko para sa’yo,&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit di naman ako humihingi ng kapalit,&lt;br /&gt;Masakit man na isipin na baka wala lang ako para sa’yo.&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ko di naman pwedeng pigilan ito.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Totoo lahat ng nararamdaman ko para sayo,&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagmamahal na ipinaparamdam ko,&lt;br /&gt;Na wala ng iba pang hihigit sa’yo,&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na may dumating pa na iba,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi magbabago ang laman nito…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-5767233557667477788?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/5767233557667477788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=5767233557667477788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5767233557667477788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5767233557667477788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/pagmamahal.html' title='Pagmamahal'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5286535822407462908</id><published>2011-03-05T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:39:59.338+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Great Love</title><content type='html'>And I really wonder about all of this,&lt;br /&gt;About this feelings that I have,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking if this is the love,&lt;br /&gt;This love that I felt inside,&lt;br /&gt;And this love I have for quite some time…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But that kind of love,&lt;br /&gt;Was one of the things that’s hard to find,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s not the kind of love,&lt;br /&gt;That you can keep for a long time,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a reason WHY…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This great love isn’t the same as the others,&lt;br /&gt;It’s the kind of love that you can keep forever,&lt;br /&gt;But you something you cannot really have,&lt;br /&gt;You will love that someone for the rest of your life,&lt;br /&gt;But you cannot expect she will love you back…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I feel that way right now,&lt;br /&gt;I loved someone for quite some time,&lt;br /&gt;And this love that I feel deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;It’s so different that I can’t describe it,&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, it is a great love…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Cause in my whole life,&lt;br /&gt;I only feel this way now,&lt;br /&gt;My heart fell so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;That i cannot walk away anymore,&lt;br /&gt;And it keeps on getting deeper…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And yet I still need to find answers,&lt;br /&gt;For this heart of mine,&lt;br /&gt;But then I want to keep these feelings,&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep on loving her,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep this great love of mine…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-5286535822407462908?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/5286535822407462908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=5286535822407462908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5286535822407462908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5286535822407462908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-love.html' title='Great Love'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-3660674020577348943</id><published>2011-03-05T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:39:21.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>My Inspiration</title><content type='html'>In my life, a lot of people come and go,&lt;br /&gt;But there’s one person,&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t stop thinking about,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;What are the effects of that person to me…?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And I simply can’t stay away,&lt;br /&gt;Cause whenever she’s near,&lt;br /&gt;I feel happy and enlightened,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I feel blue or feel sad,&lt;br /&gt;I just look at her and I feel alright.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A lot of people tell me that I am already falling,&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t feel that in myself,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see that love in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I’m still frozen and stiff,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why it’s quite impossible…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I do admit that she inspires me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause she often lifts up my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t help but smile,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes there are things,&lt;br /&gt;That I simply do because I’m inspired…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And my inspiration was my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;And no malice about all of it,&lt;br /&gt;I’m simply overwhelmed by her,&lt;br /&gt;And I think and believe,&lt;br /&gt;That she makes my life a little brighter…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-3660674020577348943?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/3660674020577348943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=3660674020577348943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3660674020577348943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3660674020577348943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-inspiration.html' title='My Inspiration'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7134005036455184800</id><published>2011-03-05T23:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:38:53.148+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Dalawang Pag-ibig</title><content type='html'>May mga bagay dito sa mundo na sadyang magulo.&lt;br /&gt;At isa na dun ang aking puso,&lt;br /&gt;Dahil hindi ko malaman kung sino ba dapat,&lt;br /&gt;Ang piliin sa dalawang taong parehong mahal,&lt;br /&gt;At parehong di ko magawang saktan at iwan...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;﻿Gustuhin ko mang mamili sa kanilang dalawa,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko magawa dahil may masasaktan,&lt;br /&gt;Pero ako ang naiipit sa sitwasyon,&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nasa alanganin,&lt;br /&gt;Hindi malaman kung anong gagawin...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mahal ko silang pareho,&lt;br /&gt;Parehong mahalaga sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;Parehong di ko magawang iwan,&lt;br /&gt;Pero ako ang sobrang naiipit,&lt;br /&gt;Para akong bolang pinagpasa-pasahan...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ayokong makasakit,&lt;br /&gt;Ayokong mamili,&lt;br /&gt;Dahil pareho silang importante sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;Pero darating ang panahon na,&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan isa lang ang pipiliin ko...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pero sana maging mas klaro ang desisyon ko,&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba ang mas matimbang?&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba ang nararapat?&lt;br /&gt;Iisa lang ang aking puso,&lt;br /&gt;Pero dalawa ang minamahal ko...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dalawa ang taong iniibig ko,&lt;br /&gt;Pero sino nga ba ang dapat,&lt;br /&gt;Sino nga ba ang pipiliin ko,&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay sobrang naguguluhan na,&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang dapat, iisa lang...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Iisa lamang ang aking puso,&lt;br /&gt;Pero dalawa ang nilalaman,&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya napakagulo,&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba sa inyong dalawa,&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba o siya...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-7134005036455184800?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7134005036455184800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7134005036455184800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7134005036455184800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7134005036455184800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/dalawang-pag-ibig.html' title='Dalawang Pag-ibig'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-2131812483573563755</id><published>2011-03-05T23:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:38:21.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Waiting Heart</title><content type='html'>As I look outside the window,&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;If you're going back to me,&lt;br /&gt;Or you will really leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Leave my heart on the ground...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And it seems like waiting for you was hard,&lt;br /&gt;Cause my heart feels so restless,&lt;br /&gt;I know you did broke my heart,&lt;br /&gt;But still I feel that I need you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you back here on my arms...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I feel that my heart is still falling into pieces,&lt;br /&gt;And despite the fact that you're the reason why,&lt;br /&gt;I still feel in my heart that I love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go on if you're not here,&lt;br /&gt;I can't move on without you by my side...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And if you're not gonna go back,&lt;br /&gt;I think my heart will totally sink on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really need you here,&lt;br /&gt;I really love you that I don't want to think,&lt;br /&gt;To think that you're not going back...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But there's a hope inside of me,&lt;br /&gt;That you'll comeback and love me again,&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that it would come true,&lt;br /&gt;And this heart of mine will be happy,&lt;br /&gt;A waiting heart that loves you so much...&lt;br /&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-2131812483573563755?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5896348822162274014</id><published>2011-03-05T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:37:48.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>As I go this cycle of life,&lt;br /&gt;I see things that make me think twice,&lt;br /&gt;About the decisions that I made,&lt;br /&gt;Whether I did right or not,&lt;br /&gt;And whether I should continue or not...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some people say that changes are needed,&lt;br /&gt;When you had no other option,&lt;br /&gt;That there's nothing permanent,&lt;br /&gt;In this world except change,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should believe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Changes can't be avoided,&lt;br /&gt;But there are some things,&lt;br /&gt;Some things that you can't change,&lt;br /&gt;Because if you do so,&lt;br /&gt;Then it would be the real thing anymore...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you want to change,&lt;br /&gt;It should come fromthe heart,&lt;br /&gt;Not from the mouth of others,&lt;br /&gt;Because if you letthem dictate you,&lt;br /&gt;Then it's them who are controlling you...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You cannot trulychange,&lt;br /&gt;If you're just force to do so...&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong about being the same,&lt;br /&gt;It's much better to be that way,&lt;br /&gt;Than change just for the sake of others...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-5896348822162274014?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/5896348822162274014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=5896348822162274014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5896348822162274014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/5896348822162274014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-4992047129942844002</id><published>2011-03-05T23:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:37:11.353+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Kiss</title><content type='html'>It’s so sweet, so intimate,&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t want to let go,&lt;br /&gt;Putting your lips to mine,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me almost out of control,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t help but go with the flow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a lot of things run through my mind,&lt;br /&gt;While we are kissing,&lt;br /&gt;And while we’re inside a room,&lt;br /&gt;Just the two of us,&lt;br /&gt;On that empty, cold room…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel my heartbeat,&lt;br /&gt;It’s beating so fast,&lt;br /&gt;As I look deep into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And see that pretty face of yours,&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t help but smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was kissing you,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you slowly breathing,&lt;br /&gt;And you hugged me,&lt;br /&gt;It was tight, so tight,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me breathless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how I wish it was much longer,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t want to let it go,&lt;br /&gt;It was the sweetest thing for me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause your kiss leaves me,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting for so much more…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-4992047129942844002?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/4992047129942844002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=4992047129942844002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4992047129942844002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4992047129942844002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/kiss.html' title='A Kiss'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-1673703430148567583</id><published>2011-03-05T23:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:36:42.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Admiration</title><content type='html'>It such a surprise, &lt;br /&gt;That I would find myself, &lt;br /&gt;Liking someone again, &lt;br /&gt;After such a long time of hibernation, &lt;br /&gt;My heart begins to admire once again… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This someone was just simply passing me by, &lt;br /&gt;Walking pass by me, &lt;br /&gt;Just like the others usually do, &lt;br /&gt;But there’s something about that person, &lt;br /&gt;That made me froze on my tracks… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was awe by that certain kind of presence, &lt;br /&gt;That I usually don’t feel before, &lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would feel this way again, &lt;br /&gt;That I would eventually smile again, &lt;br /&gt;After all of the things I’ve been through… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to keep this way, &lt;br /&gt;That this feelings that I had. &lt;br /&gt;Should stay the same for that person, &lt;br /&gt;So that our friendship wouldn’t be jeopardize, &lt;br /&gt;Because I want make this to last for a long time… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever I really feel towards that person, &lt;br /&gt;I hope that it wouldn’t go deeper, &lt;br /&gt;Because my heart isn’t ready to fall, &lt;br /&gt;Not this time, not at the moment, &lt;br /&gt;I just want to keep as an admiration…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-1673703430148567583?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-2263016724072602299</id><published>2011-03-05T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T19:08:01.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Impossible</title><content type='html'>I still think about you, &lt;br /&gt;I still wonder how you’re doing, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of what things should had been, &lt;br /&gt;And I can’t deny the fact, &lt;br /&gt;That you still had that effect on me… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I’m not saying that, &lt;br /&gt;I still need you, wanted you, &lt;br /&gt;To be here with me, beside me, &lt;br /&gt;But the fact that you’re still linger on my mind, &lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know if I still love you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause deep inside of me, &lt;br /&gt;A part of me still wants you, &lt;br /&gt;To be a part of my life again, &lt;br /&gt;To be a part of my heart, &lt;br /&gt;And yet, that’s impossible now… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why it’s impossible now?? &lt;br /&gt;Because we are not the same anymore, &lt;br /&gt;Our hearts didn’t want to be with each other, &lt;br /&gt;We both went our separate ways, &lt;br /&gt;But sometimes I still think of you… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in my heart and my mind, &lt;br /&gt;And yet its an unreachable sky now, &lt;br /&gt;And all that we had before, &lt;br /&gt;Was already gone with the wind, &lt;br /&gt;And impossible to bring it back…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-2263016724072602299?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-6055144618981411688</id><published>2011-03-05T23:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:36:02.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>The Beating of my Heart</title><content type='html'>There are a lot of times that I fall in love, &lt;br /&gt;So many times before, &lt;br /&gt;After I was broken and burned out, &lt;br /&gt;And so my heart beats a lot of times, &lt;br /&gt;And yet, I still feel cold… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that I was scared of trying, &lt;br /&gt;Trying to love and live again, &lt;br /&gt;Trying to give my love, &lt;br /&gt;Trying to get the chance to be loved, &lt;br /&gt;And yet I still didn’t fall… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness that my heart felt, &lt;br /&gt;The coldness that it contains, &lt;br /&gt;Makes it so frozen, &lt;br /&gt;That it’s hard to be just broken, &lt;br /&gt;And so my heart stays still as an ice… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that sooner or later, &lt;br /&gt;My heart will budge and be warm, &lt;br /&gt;If that someone cross my way, &lt;br /&gt;And make me fall so hard, &lt;br /&gt;That I will finally give it a try… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beating of my heart, &lt;br /&gt;Will be different this time, &lt;br /&gt;Cause I feel in my heart, &lt;br /&gt;That someone will finally come my way, &lt;br /&gt;And would make me change my mind at last…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-6055144618981411688?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/6055144618981411688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=6055144618981411688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6055144618981411688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6055144618981411688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/beating-of-my-heart.html' title='The Beating of my Heart'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7482923398595234813</id><published>2011-03-05T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:35:05.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>No Other</title><content type='html'>And this heart of mine is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Not longing for someone,&lt;br /&gt;Not thinking to fall again,&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to take chances,&lt;br /&gt;Not taking a step forward…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m thinking twice about that,&lt;br /&gt;About loving someone again,&lt;br /&gt;About taking the risk of love,&lt;br /&gt;Letting my guard down,&lt;br /&gt;Being vulnerable all over again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I thought that,&lt;br /&gt;If I won’t take the chance,&lt;br /&gt;How would I know the outcome?&lt;br /&gt;And how will my heart would fare?&lt;br /&gt;It’s something I need to find out…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I fall in love again,&lt;br /&gt;There would be no other but that person,&lt;br /&gt;That will take away my doubts and fears,&lt;br /&gt;And would make my frozen heart melt,&lt;br /&gt;To love me just the way I am…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that time comes,&lt;br /&gt;I know that this time,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t hold back my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;And no one can stop me,&lt;br /&gt;Because I know, I’ll be fine…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-7482923398595234813?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7482923398595234813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8943376449700550400</id><published>2011-03-05T23:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:34:25.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>It is frustrating and sometimes irritating,&lt;br /&gt;That even if how many times you tell them,&lt;br /&gt;That they shouldn’t be in a rush,&lt;br /&gt;Doing and making decisions,&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn’t listen to you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is tiring that things happened,&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing good goes out of it,&lt;br /&gt;And though they know they’ll get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;They still insist on doing it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;They will run to you and whine,&lt;br /&gt;They’re not dumb not know,&lt;br /&gt;But they pretend they’re listening,&lt;br /&gt;Though they’re listening at all…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These certain thing makes me tired already,&lt;br /&gt;Though they’re important to me,&lt;br /&gt;I’m quite sick of all of this,&lt;br /&gt;It make my head hurts,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m damn frustrated…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will they ever learn to listen?&lt;br /&gt;And reflect on the things they’ve been doing,&lt;br /&gt;That it’s like they’re making things worse,&lt;br /&gt;As if they are digging their own grave,&lt;br /&gt;And it is really tiring…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-8943376449700550400?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8943376449700550400/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-3049692054375171850</id><published>2011-03-05T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:33:26.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Lost Love</title><content type='html'>As I listen to our old song,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but think about you,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help reminiscing about the past,&lt;br /&gt;There still a part of me that misses you,&lt;br /&gt;And the way we used to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I could return to the time,&lt;br /&gt;Where we are happy and in love,&lt;br /&gt;I could make things right,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know I gave my very best.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s not really meant to be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I admit that it sometimes hurts,&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought that you’re the one&lt;br /&gt;The one that I would love for eternity,&lt;br /&gt;But then it’s just an illusion,&lt;br /&gt;And it comes with a heavy price…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because you know, you’re the only one,&lt;br /&gt;The one person I’ve love so deeply,&lt;br /&gt;That it hurts so much,&lt;br /&gt;And eventually kills me inside,&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, I lose you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lost love that I had,&lt;br /&gt;And though it hurts me before,&lt;br /&gt;I had no choice but to let you go,&lt;br /&gt;And I have to move on with my life,&lt;br /&gt;Without you here by my side…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-3049692054375171850?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/3049692054375171850/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-5395950783498457842</id><published>2011-03-05T23:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:32:53.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A New Journey</title><content type='html'>As my I walk on the path of life,&lt;br /&gt;I pass the times when I was so low,&lt;br /&gt;The times that almost put me to my limit,&lt;br /&gt;The times when I cried so hard,&lt;br /&gt;And those moments makes me stronger…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be not that strong enough,&lt;br /&gt;To face the new challenges along my way,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m ready to embark in a new journey,&lt;br /&gt;Towards the much difficult tasks,&lt;br /&gt;And for me to be able to reach my goal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I still need to learn,&lt;br /&gt;And some lessons that I must learn,&lt;br /&gt;I know some of it is so hard,&lt;br /&gt;And some are seems impossible to reach,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I can take it on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whatever life throws at me,&lt;br /&gt;I will not back down and just hide,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happens,&lt;br /&gt;I will be strong enough to face it,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t allow anyone to put me down…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a new journey for me,&lt;br /&gt;A new life I must take in,&lt;br /&gt;A new path I need to walk in,&lt;br /&gt;New challenges to strengthen my soul,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, I’m ready to do it…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-5395950783498457842?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7923269403781561950</id><published>2011-03-05T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:32:19.081+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Fading Love</title><content type='html'>In my life there's n0 one that I've l0ve,&lt;br /&gt;The way that I loved y0u,&lt;br /&gt;But then, as time passes by,&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the l0ve I had,&lt;br /&gt;Was fading away little by little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that the heart don't get tired,&lt;br /&gt;But the fact that it was hurt many times bef0re,&lt;br /&gt;Makes it much vulnerable to pain,&lt;br /&gt;And even if I d0n't want this to happen,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the best ch0ice I had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love s0me0ne and just being ign0red is hard,&lt;br /&gt;But it's much harder to wait f0r nothing&lt;br /&gt;And then eventually it w0n't w0rk out&lt;br /&gt;And no matter h0w many times y0u revive it,&lt;br /&gt;That l0ve cann0t be br0ught back anym0re...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried to lit the fire that I had inside, &lt;br /&gt;But it's all in vain,&lt;br /&gt;And I admit my heart got so tired and weary&lt;br /&gt;Of waiting and wishing f0r y0u to c0me back,&lt;br /&gt;And finally my heart gave up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fading love f0r me,&lt;br /&gt;And there's n0 m0re chance f0r y0u,&lt;br /&gt;We can't rewrite our st0ry anym0re,&lt;br /&gt;There's n0 m0re rewinds,&lt;br /&gt;And there will be n0 regrets...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-7923269403781561950?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7320138420330318925</id><published>2011-03-05T23:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:31:36.800+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>It's all too late</title><content type='html'>As I look up in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself thinking,&lt;br /&gt;About the feelings I still have,&lt;br /&gt;Though we've been separated,&lt;br /&gt;There's a part of me that still misses y0u...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's n0 way we can make it,&lt;br /&gt;To start a new beginning again,&lt;br /&gt;It's all to0 late,&lt;br /&gt;After all of the pain and hurt I've been thr0ugh,&lt;br /&gt;I cann0t take chances again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may admit that I'm already afraid,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to be taken f0r granted,&lt;br /&gt;And I think that's just right,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause if I open my heart to y0u,&lt;br /&gt;It might be br0ken to pieces again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to take the risk,&lt;br /&gt;If I'm unsure what w0uld be the c0nsequences,&lt;br /&gt;And if it might make me vulnerable 0nce again,&lt;br /&gt;I'm n0t saying that it's n0t w0rth it,&lt;br /&gt;But it's already to0 late f0r that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kn0w I've waited f0r so l0ng,&lt;br /&gt;And yet y0u just ign0re it,&lt;br /&gt;And n0w that I've decided to let it all go,&lt;br /&gt;And there's n0 turning back,&lt;br /&gt;It's because it's all t0o late n0w...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-7320138420330318925?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7320138420330318925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7320138420330318925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7320138420330318925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7320138420330318925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-all-too-late.html' title='It&apos;s all too late'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8109836328150130191</id><published>2011-03-05T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:30:54.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Lollipop</title><content type='html'>She’s like a lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but ask for more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That kind of sweetness that she had,&lt;br /&gt;It’s crazy but it’s like a lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me crave for more,&lt;br /&gt;Wanting a lot from her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I had to admit she’s my lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing compares to her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She should show what else she got,&lt;br /&gt;So that this craziness stops,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But knowing that she wants me too,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to rock,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me to get wild,&lt;br /&gt;And I might lose control of it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way she talk and the she move,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me really crazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This frenzy should put into stop,&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot help myself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is she’s really like a lollipop&lt;br /&gt;And I want to keep on rocking on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t resist, but I have to fight it,&lt;br /&gt;But what should I do, it’s crazy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s really my lollipop,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot resist her sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot resist her charm and everything,&lt;br /&gt;But I need to slow down now,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-8109836328150130191?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8109836328150130191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8109836328150130191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8109836328150130191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8109836328150130191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/lollipop.html' title='Lollipop'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-4134014297074535937</id><published>2011-03-05T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:30:20.071+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Replay</title><content type='html'>Some memories on my head keep on playing back,&lt;br /&gt;I keep on thinking about it over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;Rewinding the past and reminiscing all about it,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a cassette player stuck on replay,&lt;br /&gt;Playing like a song over and over again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replaying the good memories as well as the bad ones,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think of what I did wrong in the past,&lt;br /&gt;And the good things I’ve also done,&lt;br /&gt;The people who just walk past on me,&lt;br /&gt;Those who stayed with me until this moment…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also think about the past love I had,&lt;br /&gt;The last person I’ve loved so much,&lt;br /&gt;That still had an effect on me,&lt;br /&gt;It makes me mesmerize,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes makes my heart fluctuate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is stuck on replay,&lt;br /&gt;Playing those memories all over again,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those glimpses on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a broken CD playing back and forth,&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I can’t help but think about it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t let it keep on replaying,&lt;br /&gt;There are some memories that needs to fade away,&lt;br /&gt;And there are some that are worth keeping,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on if it repeats over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;Replaying on my head over and over again…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-4134014297074535937?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/4134014297074535937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=4134014297074535937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4134014297074535937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/4134014297074535937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/replay.html' title='Replay'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8940316884533811816</id><published>2011-03-05T23:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:29:38.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>A Love to Give</title><content type='html'>I think about the things that I do,&lt;br /&gt;About the love that I’m longing for,&lt;br /&gt;And the love that I’m willing to give,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if this time,&lt;br /&gt;Am I ready to love again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what keeps me on doing so,&lt;br /&gt;It could be my own fears,&lt;br /&gt;The past hurts I’ve been through,&lt;br /&gt;My heart that’s been broken to pieces,&lt;br /&gt;My soul that has been shattered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot deny that I’m longing for it,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve been lonely for some time,&lt;br /&gt;That kind of love I’m willing to give,&lt;br /&gt;A heart that’s willing to let somebody in,&lt;br /&gt;A love to give…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be scared anymore,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to let my fears eat me up,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t really know unless I try,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no harm in doing so,&lt;br /&gt;But I need to be careful enough…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not know what would be the outcome,&lt;br /&gt;But then at least I should try,&lt;br /&gt;To try to open my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And let someone in my world,&lt;br /&gt;Showing the love I’m willing to give…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-8940316884533811816?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-3933589617213780963</id><published>2011-03-05T23:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:28:58.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poems'/><title type='text'>Hidden Identity</title><content type='html'>There are times when we wanted to hide who really we are,&lt;br /&gt;When we just want to deny everything about ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to wear the identity of someone we are not,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to fool others with the things they know about us,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending to be someone else and playing the game…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we go to the point of changing our names,&lt;br /&gt;Changing our personal information’s,&lt;br /&gt;Fabricating everything that’s about us,&lt;br /&gt;Bearing the personality of who shouldn’t be,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping secrets within ourselves…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it makes me wonder what’s with all of the fuss,&lt;br /&gt;And what do they get for doing it,&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a game for them to play on?&lt;br /&gt;Tripping on somebody else for fun,&lt;br /&gt;And eventually hurting them in the end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can’t go around breaking people’s hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Making those people fall in love with them,&lt;br /&gt;Then when it’s too deep already,&lt;br /&gt;They suddenly leave them hanging,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving them with a lot of questions on their minds…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No secret goes unrevealed,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe for some years, but not for life,&lt;br /&gt;If you want to be truly love,&lt;br /&gt;Be real to yourself and to others,&lt;br /&gt;Stop playing with their hearts…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be true to your heart,&lt;br /&gt;To yourself and to others,&lt;br /&gt;Love isn’t about pretensions,&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about showing who you really are,&lt;br /&gt;Not hiding what your real identity is…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-3933589617213780963?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/3933589617213780963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=3933589617213780963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3933589617213780963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3933589617213780963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/hidden-identity.html' title='Hidden Identity'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-6973501648771116423</id><published>2011-03-05T23:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:22:09.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>for the one who owns now the dog tag “N”.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qo5nhn7Ra1E/TXJT1lu5PQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fz-YZEPP9go/s1600/tia_deep_thoughts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qo5nhn7Ra1E/TXJT1lu5PQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fz-YZEPP9go/s400/tia_deep_thoughts.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580615068392439042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It takes time to know a person, to be a part of his/her world is absolutely up to him/her.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I look at her and stare, I wonder what I really see on her that makes me feel relax and at ease. She has this kind of personality that anybody would love. Sometimes she’s simple, at other times she’s sophisticated, you can’t really say what she would be on the next day. She has this simple aura but I think that she can be deep in thoughts when she’s alone. Almost everyone at school knows her or she knows them. And whenever I look at her, I see this kind of girl who has a happy disposition in life. Though I feel that she still looks for something in her life. As what she told me before, she wants to be a model, a photographer, a beauty queen, a dancer and other sort of things. And I find it really amusing because she wanted a lot in her life. And she’s that kind of girl who got a lot under her sleeve, because she is talented. She can play the violin, the guitar, the electric guitar and other musical instruments. I just know about it because I based on the pictures and on her stories. It doesn’t really need a real clue to know. I just kind of sort it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had opposite personalities because she’s the actress and I’m the writer. She loves the limelight while I’m behind the shadows. She can easily speak her mind while I keep myself from talking.  But despite of that, we are able to understand each other and laugh with each other in the little crazy things that we do or we see. She is kind and a little bit crazy at times. I know that there are still a lot of things that I don’t know about her, but it should take some time and it’s up to her if she wants to tell those things to me. As for me, I consider her as my sibling, and she let me feel the same way. She is confident and kind. And that’s what i really like about her. And she loves her friends, I think she is fond of cuddling and hugging them. And as I watch her acting on their practice for their play, I can’t help but smile and laugh at her antics.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-6973501648771116423?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/6973501648771116423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=6973501648771116423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6973501648771116423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6973501648771116423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/for-one-who-owns-now-dog-tag-n_05.html' title='for the one who owns now the dog tag “N”.. :)'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qo5nhn7Ra1E/TXJT1lu5PQI/AAAAAAAAAb0/fz-YZEPP9go/s72-c/tia_deep_thoughts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-7442863965911741168</id><published>2011-03-05T23:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:21:58.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my heart and mind'/><title type='text'>A Pierced Heart with Wings..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nP4i4wuko_Q/TXJTEry-mJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NfoodvhSlk4/s1600/40400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nP4i4wuko_Q/TXJTEry-mJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NfoodvhSlk4/s400/40400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614228206590098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“do you know how it feels when your heart was pierced with a sword and it start’s to bleed, then wings grows out from it to stop it from crashing down to the ground. that’s what you call LOVE. it’s happiness and pain at the same time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought i stop loving her, cause my heart stops beating. But then i realize that i just numbing myself cause I don’t want to feel pain again. yeah i know, it’s been a year, I’ve been loving her for that long, but sadly it’s one sided. It takes deep courage to keep love strong even if it’s one-sided. Yes, it’s ironic and it’s painful, cause i cannot ask her to love me back, that’s not how the way it goes. You can never tell when will you feel pain. And its not easy to throw away that love that you’ve been nurturing for so long, or simply walk away from it. No matter how many times you deny it, you know that you cannot stay away from that person. Self-denial is common, especially to those who don’t want to admit the truth. And I’m one of those who did deny the truth cause I was afraid before. But I know that this love will not go away cause it’s already too deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts. it’s excruciating. It’s painful. Sometimes it’s regretful. It gives happiness, but eventually it can also cause sadness. Love is simply unpredictable and uncontrollable. Do you seriously think you can control your feelings? NO. You can deny all you want, but you cannot hide it forever. Oh, by the way, FOREVER exists if you really believe it exist. No one can tell if two lovers can last FOREVER. Why? You got to go through a LOT of hardships, pains, heartaches and anything that love throws to you, and you had to endure it all, to stand on your ground even if you wanna give up. Cause if you give up, sooner or later, you might regret in doing so. Words are not enough to keep your love, you have to summon your courage within you and prove that you can keep your love strong, no matter how painful it’s gonna be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(DATED AS MARCH 04, 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-7442863965911741168?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/7442863965911741168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=7442863965911741168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7442863965911741168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/7442863965911741168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/pierced-heart-with-wings.html' title='A Pierced Heart with Wings..'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nP4i4wuko_Q/TXJTEry-mJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/NfoodvhSlk4/s72-c/40400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-39547217841605400</id><published>2011-03-05T23:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:21:41.691+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>S C A N D A L</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjjFlL6uQ2k/TXJS3oo_p1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/JxVT2TZ9dqY/s1600/scandalmain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjjFlL6uQ2k/TXJS3oo_p1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/JxVT2TZ9dqY/s400/scandalmain.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580614004021110610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am listening to j-pop music again, or should i say it’s more on j-rock. And this time it is SCANDAL, the famous girl rock band from Japan. I usually see them on the commercials in ANIMAX whenever I am tune in on that channel but i didn’t pay much attention to them. Until I heard their ballad song, “Namida no Regret” or Tears of Regret in English. The only Japanese singer that I’m listening to is Utada Hikaru, but they girl band caught my attention with their kind of music. it’s pop-rock-garage-rock-kind-of-music. But I must say their music is starting to grow on me, and I’m looking forward to their music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“the tears of regret spilled after i smiled, as the colors of summer shined brightly from the city, instead of saying goodbye, we exchange small nods, and we start to move on.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-39547217841605400?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/39547217841605400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=39547217841605400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/39547217841605400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/39547217841605400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/s-c-n-d-l.html' title='S C A N D A L'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RjjFlL6uQ2k/TXJS3oo_p1I/AAAAAAAAAbk/JxVT2TZ9dqY/s72-c/scandalmain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-8464108435166890176</id><published>2011-03-05T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:21:26.520+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>here I go again...</title><content type='html'>Some crazy shits are bugging me lately, and I can’t think straight due to that. And this certain girl, argh! She’s giving me a major headache, I’ve been worrying about her for the past weeks and it was like i’m caring for a cold one. DAMN. I’m not asking she should return the favor, but at least show some appreciation of some sort. I often end caring for effin’ people who doesn’t give a shit about it. You know, the fact that i try to reach out to her but she don’t even respond. Sometimes it makes me wonder what the heck was wrong. Trying my best to be a good friend but still, she doesn’t care. Well on the other hand, I have a friend who is exactly opposite of her. It’s crazy to think that I missed being hug the way that this friend of mine was doing whenever we see each other at school. She’s friendly, bubbly and lively. And it doesn’t bother her whatever my sexuality is. And I’m happy because of that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dated as of March 04, 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-8464108435166890176?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/8464108435166890176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=8464108435166890176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8464108435166890176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/8464108435166890176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/here-i-go-again.html' title='here I go again...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-6708679814721163407</id><published>2011-03-05T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:21:10.916+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='special'/><title type='text'>Para kay Nikki...</title><content type='html'>Last week during sportsfest, nakakasama ko yang si Nikki dahil player siya ng table tennis/volleyball and later on pati na din ng darts. Last sem pa kami magkakakilala kaso hindi naman madalas na magkrus ang landas namin dahil di ako tumatambay sa skul masyado. Kaya this lasst week lang kami naging close talaga. Sa totoo lang, nung una akala ko sa kanya ay suplada, sa una lang naman yun, pero hindi naman pala. Friendly siya, bubbly, approachable at masayahin. Punong-puno ng buhay ang personality niya. Kaya nga natuwa talaga ako sa kanya. Sa tingin ko lang kaya ganun ang naging dating niya sa akin dahil ngayon lang ulit ako nagkaroon ng kaibigan na katulad niya. Kasi kaya kong maging totoo sa harapan niya eh, without being judge by her. Tsaka ung closeness na matagal din bago ko ulit naramdaman. kasi honestly, ung mga nagiging kabigan ko recently, hindi open-minded sa pagiging malambing ko. kaya wala akong magawa kundi kontrolin na lang. Until dumating yung sportsfest at naging close ko talaga siya. Namimiss ko kasi yung pagiging malambing ng isang kaibigan ko sa akin, syempre w/o malice yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya kasi yung tipo ng tao na malapit sa karamihan, sweet sa mga kaibigan niya. Sabi nga niya sa akin na karamihan daw ng kasama niya ay mga guys pero tropa lang naman yun. Syempre sa akin, alam ko naman yun, hindi naman ako basta-basta nanghuhusga nang tao base lang sa nakikita ko. At dahil sa closeness namin, muntik na naman yun mabahiran ng malisya dahil naging personal photographer niya ako nung sportsfest kaya akala nila may something na naman. Sabi ko request lang niya yun at nung knuwento ko sa kanya, sabi niya tropa lang naman kami. Open-minded kasi siya kaya wala lang sa kanya yun at di ko na kailangan sabihin pa kung ano ako kasi di naman yun importante at palagay ko alam naman niya. At tungkol naman sa sayaw niya, I can say it’s good kahit na parang kinakabahan siya. Sabi ko nga sa kanya be confident at kaya niya yun. So in short, she’s a good friend, at hindi niya paparamdam na hindi ka welcome sa kanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dated as February 27, 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-6708679814721163407?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/6708679814721163407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=6708679814721163407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6708679814721163407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/6708679814721163407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/para-kay-nikki.html' title='Para kay Nikki...'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-145877472078739091</id><published>2011-03-05T23:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:20:53.643+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>kung ano-ano lang ... :))</title><content type='html'>Sportsfest sa skul ngayong linggong ito, ang saya nga kasi kahit na sabihing konti ang estudyante sa skul, ramdam pa din ang ang excitement kahit papaano. At ako naman ay nagsilibing photographer ng SC na kung saan-saan nakakarating para lang kumuha ng mga larawan. pero pakiramdam ko ay parang nkapokus ako dun sa isang kaibigan kong si nikki. ang totoo niyan, ngayong linggo lang kami naging close talaga kasi hindi ko naman siya madalas makita sa skul dahil umuuwi na ako after lunch. Wala namang masama dun sa palagay ko, kasi sa nakikita ko malambing siya talaga. Nagulat nga ako nung bigla na lang niya akong niyakap mula sa likuran ko. Napaka athletic nga nun, volleyball, darts, table tennis tapos dancer pa siya, para ngang di napapagod yun eh, Kasi sunod-sunod mga games niya tapos pagdating ng hapon my rehearsals pa siya ng sayaw. haha, natutuwa lang ako sa kanya kasi athletic talaga tsaka mabait pa siya. down-to-earth pa siya dahil hindi siya maarte at pinahiram ko sa kanya ung panyo ko at pinunas niya sa mukha niya tapos sinuksok niya sa bulsa ko. Hindi siya HM or high maintenance na babae. May mga ganung babae naman na hindi choosy sa mga bagay-bagay. Nung laro nga nila ng volleyball, nakiinom siya sa tubig ko, haha, hindi siya maarteng babae na mandidiri o ano. siguro sa mga ganong bagay hindi, pero sa ibang bagay, siguro oo…  nakihits pa nga yun ng yosi sa kaibigan namin.. hahaha.. siya nga captainball ng volleyball nila sa BC-DAGS eh. sayang lang at natalo sila kasi bigla siyang umalis dahil may laro pa siya ng table tennis nun. in all, masaya siyang kasama kasi bubbly, sweet at malambing siya, hindi siya suplada o isnabera. na-attract lang ako sa personality niyang punong-puno ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, dahil sa mga nangyari recently, parang nag-iiba na naman ako, i mean, ung pakikitungo ko sa mga taong malalapit sa akin, lalo na sa kinakapatid ko at dun kay _______. siguro dahil mas pinili kong mag priority ng ibang tao sa ngayon, at hindi sila lang. kasi mahirap naman kapag ganun, ako lang mahihirapan kaya nagiging flexible na lang ako. Hindi madali kung iisipin ung ginagawa ko kasi kumbaga, iniiwasan ko nang maging sobrang malapit sa mga yun dahil nga sa mga nangyari dati. At sa palagay ko mas okay na yung ganun para di din sila mamihasa sa akin. Nakakapagod din naman kasi na may laging iniintindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dated as February 12, 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-145877472078739091?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/145877472078739091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=145877472078739091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/145877472078739091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/145877472078739091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/kung-ano-ano-lang.html' title='kung ano-ano lang ... :))'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-3133463524108727994</id><published>2011-03-05T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:19:45.082+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>Masaya ang Valentine’s Day ko.. :)</title><content type='html'>…Natutuwa ako kasi photographer ako kanina dahil may event sa school na teacher’s day… ako kumukuha ng mga shots para sa Student Council… ngayon lang ulit kasi ako naging active dahil dami kong inaasikaso lately… hahaha.. shot dito, shot doon, yan ang trabaho ko kanina…umiikot ako sa buong quadrangle para lang kumuha ng pictures gamit ung digicam ko na pag nalolowbat eh alternative ung phone ko…  nakakapagod din naman yung ganun dahil ikot ka ng ikot nun… di ko na nga namalayang madami na pala akong nakuhang pictures… nakakatuwa kasi may games kanina, ung hephep hooray at pinoy henyo para sa mga professors… ang kulit nga eh.. tapos sumayaw ang DAGS sa saliw ng tugtog ng kantang “a little not over you” ni David Archuleta.. tapos my awarding para sa mga propesor na nagturo ng dalawanpu’t limang taon sa PSBA… kasali sina Dean Addatu, Mr. Antonio, Mrs. Hernandez, Mrs. Bugarin, Mrs. Esperanza, Mrs. Ramos at Mr. Quigao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos nun ay sa CPA 1 naman ang diretso ko dahil may symposium tungkol sa droga. Madaming pulis nun at mga may tungkulin sa PNP ang karamihan sa kanila. Lalo na si NCRPO Regional Dir. Nicanor Bartolome. Nakakatuwa dahil inilulunsad talaga nila ang laban para mapigilan ang pagkalat ng droga sa mga kabataan at iba pang mga tao. Programa din un na inilunsad ng Rotary club of Loyola Heights upang masugpo ang droga. pinakita nga nila yung mga masamang epekto ng droga, ang mga laman nito, na 3 lang naman ang babagsakan mo. sa kulungan, sa mental institution o sa karit ni kamatayan. Yan ang masaklap na katotohanan pero madami pa din ang bulag o nagbubulag-bulagan lang.  inanunsyo din sino ang mga nanalo, sa kasamaang-palad, hindi ako nasali. better luck next time na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na tinatamad ako pumasok kanina, nagkaroon pa din ako ng dahilan para pumasok. syempre my events sa skul at kahit walang klase, mas mabuti ng pumasok. ang masaya pa dyan, lapitin ata ako ng magagandang babae kanina. Una nung umaga nung binati ako nung maganda kong kaibigan, tapos nagulat ako nung hapon kasi si (ayoko mag mention ng name) bigla akong binesohan tapos binati ako ng Happy Valentine’s Day.. hahaha.. pag siniswerte ka nga naman. biniro nga ako ng kaibigan kong si Marvin kasi bigyan ko naman daw siya..  ) eh secret crush ko pa man din yun..  ) hahaha.. bukingan ba.. bago pa nun, nag-uusap kami ni Marvin tungkol sa mga bagay-bagay, tapos hiniling ko sa kanya na kung pwede ba niyang turuan sa accounting 2 ung mga kaibigan kong 1st year kasi nsghahanap sila ng magtuturo sa kanila. Pumayag siya at sabi niya ok lang daw pero MWF lang siya pwede. Kung ano man ung pinag-uusapan namin ay di ko na pwedeng sabihin kasi masyado ng personal yun. Basta ang alam ko, siya at ang best friend ko lang ang nakakaalam ng totoo kong damdamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na wala akong date ngayong araw na ito, masaya naman ako dahil nakasama ko naman ung mga kaibigan ko. kahit na kulang sila kasi may hindi pumasok, ay ayos lang sa akin. madaming bagay din ang sumagi sa isipan ko kanina pero mga personal na un at sa ngayon hindi pa ako handang sabihin o aminin. Ang masasabi ko lang ay may isang tao na kapag nakakasama ko siya, gumagaan ang loob ko, ewan ko, pero minsan pinpili ko na dumistansya sa kanya dahil sa ugali niyang di ko malaman kung malamig ba o sadyang ganun lang talaga siya. syempre importante yung taong yun sa akin. di ko naman pwedeng sabihin na wala akong pakielam sa kanya kasi ang plastik ko naman kapag sinabi ko yun diba. Kinkontrol ko lang ang aking emosyon. Yan yung bagay na natutunan ko dati na kailangan makontrol ko ang emosyon ko kasi kapag nagpadala ako, maaring hindi maging maganda ang kahinatnan ng mga pangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta alam ko, isa siya sa mga importante sa akin pero hindi ko yun pinapakita, kung pinaparamdam ko man, hindi ganun katindi, dahil grabe mag-isip mga tao ngayon, masyadong makitid o malisyoso, na para bang lahat na lang ng bagay ay pinupuna nila. HIndi ko lang maunawaan bakit ganun sila. pero nagsasawalang kibo lang ako. siguro ang importante dun ay huwag na lang ako masyadong magpaapekto  sa mga kaisipan nila kasi ako lang sasakit ang ulo. Basta alam ko masaya ako ngayon kahit may kulang pa… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dated as February 14, 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-3133463524108727994?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/3133463524108727994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=3133463524108727994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3133463524108727994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/3133463524108727994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/masaya-ang-valentines-day-ko.html' title='Masaya ang Valentine’s Day ko.. :)'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-9043766803362584633</id><published>2011-03-05T23:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:20:12.560+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random sh*ts'/><title type='text'>A CONFESSION OR A REVELATION?</title><content type='html'>…ngayon lang ako nagkaroon ng lakas ng loob na sabihin ang totoong nasa damdamin ko. hayy.. ang hirap nga lang kasi nag aalangan talaga ako sabhin kung ano ba talaga ang meron… Nung mga nakaraang araw kasi, napapaisip lang talaga ako kung bakit hirap na hirap ako na sabihin ung totoo.. naeewan na nga ako eh..  hindi ko magawang sabihin sa ibang tao kung ano ung andito dahil na din sa baka ano isipin nila.. at mahirap naman yun diba… pero nung una kailangan ko talagang ilihim sa kadahilanang baka maulit ung nangyari dati… at ayoko na nang ganun.. hindi ko na pwedeng ipagkaila na mahalaga talaga sa akin ung kinakapatid ko kahit hindi ko man un ipahalata… hindi naman ako plastik para sabihing wala na lang siya sa akin… Oo minsan mukhang wala akong pakielam, di nga kami nagpapansinan, pero di ibig sabihn nun eh wala na talaga siya sa akin… minsan naman kasi nag-uusap kami kaso maiikling pangungusap lang di dahil sa nag iiwasan kundi wala lang talaga akong masabi sa kanya sa personal… tingin ko naman alam niya yun… though minsan may awkwardness ako towards her… kaya natanong na naman ako ng isang kaibigan ko kung bakit ganun ako sa kanya… na baka daw may pagtingin pa din daw ako dun, sabi ko, kung meron man, hindi yung tipong katulad nang dati, KUNG MERON PA MAN ah.. yun lang naman yun eh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I leave that question unanswered for the time being.. kasi ayoko nang pag-usapan kung meron pa ba o wala na… para sa akin kasi importante talaga siya and i don’t know why.. Joke lang, alam ko naman bakit mahalaga siya eh… the fact that she’s considered by me as a sibling..sa tingin ko naman walang masama dun basta nasa lugar lang… at sa palagay ko nasa lugar pa din naman yun…i’m not getting beyond limits… naiisip ko din naman kung ano ba tingin niya sa mga pinaggawa ko pero i leave that for her, i mean, nasa sa kanya na lang din yun.. kaso ako naman kasi. minsan nakakalimot kapag may dapat akong gawin, kahit sabihing simpleng bagay lang yun.. Supplier pa din nya ako ng H2O pero lately nakakalimutan ko.. wala namang masama dun kasi ok lang naman sa akin un.. Besides eh sa ganun ako mag-alaga ng kaibigan/kapatid bakit ba…  and honestly, di na din ako sanay na parang hindi ko nakikita yun, walang malisya o what, well, ganun naman diba, kapag nasanay ka na sa isang tao, kapag bigla na lang siyang di nagpaparamdam, hinahanap mo kasi nasanay ka nang andyan sya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…I don’t know kung siya ba ay sanay nang andyan na ako at madalas niyang nakikita, ayoko mag-assume o what, kasi ang makakasagot lang naman niyan ay siya eh… siguro regardless sa kung ano iniisip ng ibang tao, para sa akin hangga’t andyan ako sa school namin, hindi ako mawawala kapag alam kong kailangan niya ako… ganun naman diba kapag kaibigan ka, hindi mo iiwanan ang isang tao, kahit ano pang mangyari… all this time, I’ve been always been there for my friends, minsan lang talaga hindi nila napapansing andyan ako dahil masyado silang occupied sa mga buhay nila.. In all honesty, andyan lang naman ako para sa kanya lagi.. kaso hindi ko naman kailangan sabihin pa un diba.. tsaka kung meron mang distansya sa amin, ako ung dumidistansya ng konti kasi ayoko na naming maulit ung nangyari dati… oo, mahirap kasi pinpigilan ko sarili ko na lapitan siya lagi kasi kailangan… alam naman ng mga tao na ako ung tipo na nagkokontrol na lang kasi kailangan… tsaka para di na din siya madawit pa sa mga bagay ba wala naman siyang kinalaman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…Regarding naman dun sa ‘something’ na pilit kong sinasabi sa kanya na huwag na, na alam ko naming ayaw niya… it’s not out of charity or what… kahit kalian, wala akong binalikan sa mga kaibigan ko na may debt sa akin… ganun na talaga ugali ko… syempre sa business di yun pwede diba… kaya ayoko lang talaga… kung feeling ko naman… ayoko pa ding sagutin yung tanong kung meron pa ba o wala na… kasi siya naman makakapansin nun.. pero to give a hint, 50/50… figure it out na lang.. basta she’s important to me… kaya hindi ko din siguro magawang pabayaan na lang siya. Kumbaga, I observe from a distance, without stepping away a little farther. Ito lang yun, I will not come if she wants me away. Lagi kong sinasabi sa mga kaibigan ko, aalis lang ako kapag sila na mismo ang nagpaalis sa akin. Kaya hangga’t they she see me as a friend, I will stay. I have a promise to myself that I will be there for my friends until the time comes na I have to go away… kapag umalis na din ako sa buhay nila na hindi nila namamalayan… but for now, andyan lang ako…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dated as of February 10,2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6174731029837948806-9043766803362584633?l=angelpotnic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/feeds/9043766803362584633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6174731029837948806&amp;postID=9043766803362584633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/9043766803362584633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6174731029837948806/posts/default/9043766803362584633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelpotnic.blogspot.com/2011/03/confession-or-revelation.html' title='A CONFESSION OR A REVELATION?'/><author><name>N I C</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01718816097541858269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jZq69JZiVLY/TeYoHwux2LI/AAAAAAAAAeE/mr_uPuPxR2E/s220/37361_133020206727820_133007503395757_253793_7844027_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6174731029837948806.post-2579328590038667994</id><published>2011-03-05T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T23:18:48.838+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storya'/><title type='text'>PAGKAKATAON -- isang storya</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA BAHAY NI KICHIE…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umaga. Ayaw pa bumangon ni Kichie sa higaan dahil tinatamad pa siya. Pero kailangan na niyang maligo’t mag-ayos dahil mahuhuli na siya sa klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hay. Nakakatamad pa namang pumasok ngayon dahil wala namang gaanong gagawin sa eskwela dahil unang araw ng klase. » Usal ni Kichie sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inayos niya ang kanyang higaan, mga gamit pang eskwela at pagkatapos ay naligo na siya’t nagbihis…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA ESKWELA….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang wala pa si Kichie ay dumating na ang kanyang mga kabarkada na sina Renzi, Jhes, Ash, Donna, Khru at Lea. Matagal nang magkakabarkada ang pitong kabataan na yun. Sila ay nag-aaral sa isang magandang unibersidad sa Maynila. At sila ay nasa ikatlong taon sa kolehiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kichie, ang tinaguriang manunulat ng barkada, at masasabing bookworm na din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Renzi, ang tinaguriang « know all you can » ng barkada dahil na din sa kanyang kaalaman sa iba’t ibang bagay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Jhes, ang down-to-earth at easygoing sa barkada, takbuhan ng barkada kapag may problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Ash, ang masasabing isa sa mga sikat sa barkada nila, dahil siya ay gwapo at pormang lalaki talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Donna, ang pinakikay sa barkada, pero habulin ng mga lalaki at mga butch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Kir, ang musician at pinakatahimik sa barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At si Lea, ang tinuturing na bunso ni Kichie dahil siya ang pinakabata sa barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila ay nagkita-kita sa laging tinatambayan ng barkada, sa kubo na nasa hardin sa loob ng eskwelahan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Bakit ba ang tagal ni Kichie, kahit kailan talaga oh, di na nagbago ung taong yun. » sabi ni Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Nagtaka ka pa, eh alam mo naman yun, laging napupuyat kakasulat kaya tinatanghali ng gising. » sagot naman ni Renzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At habang sila ay nag usap-usap ay dumating na si Kichie at…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Ang tagal mo Kichie, anong oras ka na naman ba nagising? » pasinghal na tanong ni Donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Pasensya na kayo kung nahuli na naman ako, napuyat ako kagabi kakaisip sa sinusulat ko.”  Sagot naman niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“O siya tara na, mahuhuli pa tayo sa klase natin , unang araw pa naman.” paalala ni jhes sa barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya sila ay umalis na sa tambayan at sabay-sabay pumasok sa kanilang klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA LOOB NG KLASE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning class, I am Miss Jen Villanueva, ako ang magiging adviser niyo at magiging propesor niyo sa English niyo.”, panimulang bati ng kanilang propesor sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagsasalita ang kanilang propesor sa harapan, ay napansin ni Lea na nakatingin si Kichie sa isang bagong mukha sa loob ng klase nila. Kinalabit niya si Kichie at sabi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kichie, sinong tinitignan mo dyan sa may gilid mo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Ah, napansin ko kasi siya (sabay nguso sa kanan niya) bagong estudyante siguro. » sagot ni Kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« baka transferee siya dito.‘’ sabi naman ni Lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mawari ni Kichie kung bakit tinitignan niya ng ganun katagal ang babaeng nakaupo sa kanan na kahilera niya. Iniisip niya tuloy kung crush na ba niya agad yun, paano naman kasi, maganda, medyo maputi at mukhang mabait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa pagtingin niya dito ay napatingin sa kanya ito kaya siya ay biglang tumingin sa harapan dahil sa kahihiyang naramdaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At biglang tinawag ni Miss. Villanueva ang bagong estudyante at pinakilala sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Class, may bago kayong kaklase, siya si Picky Piquero, transferee siya from MCU, be nice to her, okay class?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Ma’am”. Sabay-sabay na sagot ng klase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At napatitig na talaga si Kichie kay Picky, na para bang may kung anong humihila sa kanya para titigan ito na para bang wala ng bukas. Hanggang sa nakaupo na ito ay nakatingin pa din siya dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin ito ni kir, kaya siya naman ang kumalabit kay Kichie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tol, baka matunaw naman yan sa’yo, kanina mo pa siya tinitignan ah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ahh, kasi naman tol, ewan ko, kakaiba ung dating niya akin eh.” Sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Aha, alam ko na. Type mo siya noh? Haha, hindi na ako magtaka, mukha naman kasi siyang mabait at maganda pa“. Nakatawang sagot ni Kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi lang naman yun tol, basta di ko pa maipaliwanag“. Kiming sabi ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang namang sumali si jhes sa usapan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oh ano yang pinag-uusapan niyo“ tanong niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ah, kasi itong kaibigan natin, type yung bagong estudyante“. Sagot ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“haha, sabi na, kanina ka pa nakatingin sa kanya Kichie eh“. Sagot ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ahh..hindi ko alam, basta parang gusto ko siya makilala talaga.” Nahihiyang sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh ano, pakilala ka mamaya during break time” suhestiyon ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oo nga naman, para hindi ka parang mababalian ng leeg dyan kakatingin sa kanya”. sabi ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“pero sumama na din kayo ng barkada para magpakilala na din”. Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag-uusap ang tatlo ay tumunog na ang bell at…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘guys, samahan natin si kichie, magpapakilala kasi siya dun kay picky”. Aniya ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah, ung pinakilala ba ni Ma’am Villanueva?” tanong ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oo yun nga, mukha kasing type niya eh.” Sagot ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uyyy!! Mukhang maiinlove na ulit ang kabarkada natin!” pang-aasar ng buong barkada kay kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi ah! Kayo talaga, papakilala pa lang naman ako eh” sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok lang yan noh, 2 taon ka nang single, time to find love na”. sabi ni Donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At habang sila ay nag aasaran ay papunta na sila nun sa canteen upang kumain at tumambay. At upang magpakilala na din sa bagong estudyante na si picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKTIME… SA CANTEEN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humanap ng upuan ang barkada at dun sila nagsiupo. Napansin nila na nasa kabilang mesa lamang si picky at nag-iisa, naninibago pa yata sa bagong eskwelahan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bulong ni Ash kay Kichie) “Ayan na pagkakataon mo, lapitan mo na siya at magpakilala ka na”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“pero nahihiya ako sa kanya”. sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« sus, wag ka na mahiya dyan tol, baka maunahan ka pa ng iba dyan, sige ka.» sabi ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kahit alangan at nahihiya, tumayo si kichie sa kinauupuan at lumapit sa mesa kung saan mag-isang kumakain si picky at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Uhmm, hi, ako nga pala si kichie, kaklase mo sa Engilsh.» (Sabay abot ng kamay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tumingin sa kanya si picky at ngumiti sabay abot din ng kamay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, hi din, ako pala si picky, bago lang ako dito, transferee.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ah oo nga, pinakilala ka sa klase kanina ni ma’am.” Nakangiting sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagpapakilala sa isa’t isa sina picky at kichie ay nakatingin sa kanila ang barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“si kichie, ngayon ko lang ulit nakitang masaya ng ganyan yan”. Simula ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oo nga eh, sa ating pito, siya pinaka emotional pagdating sa love”. Sagot ni renzi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sana lang di na siya masaktan ng sobra this time”. Pag aalalang sagot ni jhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ng barkada ang naging masaklap na nangyari sa lovelife ni kichie 2 taon ng nakakalipas, mga freshmen pa lang sila nun. Nung mga panahong yun, may kasintahan siya, si KC. Nung una palang ayaw na talaga nila sa kanya dahil alam nila kung anong klase ng babae si KC, at alam nilang baka masaktan ng sobra si kichie sa kanya. pero wala din silang nagawa dahil mahal na mahal ni kichie ung babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ayan na naman ung walangyang syota ni kichie.” Singhal ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“shhh, baka marinig ka, mapaaway pa tayo dyan.“ Saway ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam nila kung anong klaseng syota si KC kay kichie, masyadong demanding, tingin sa kabarkada nila ay alila, kaya mainit ang dugo nila Lea at Jhes kay KC at alam ni Kichie yun, dahil sa tuwing andun si KC ay umaalis ung dalawa at nagdadahilang may gagawin o may pupuntahan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“guys, aalis na muna kami ni lea, may gagawin kasi kami eh” paalam ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“eh bakit di niyo nalang dito gawin?” tanong ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kailangan kasi sa computer itype yun.“ Sagot ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“okey, sige, ingat kayong dalawa.“ sabi ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“bye-bye guys, bukas nalang.” Paalam nilang dalawa sa barkada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sabay dumating si KC sa tambayan ng barkada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“nasaan si kichie? Kailangan ko kasi siya for something. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“uy kichie, tawag ka ng gf mo, may kailangan daw“. Sigaw ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oo, saglit lang, kinukuha ko lang gamit ko“. sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“antagal mo naman dyan, iiwanan na kita!“ sigaw ni KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sabay walk out si KC at iniwan si kichie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hey, wait up KC!” sigaw ni kichie habang hinahabol si KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(nakatingin sa kanila sina donna, ash at kir)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kawawa naman si kichie noh, ung gf niya kasi grabe lang. Sabi ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hindi ko nga alam anong nakita ni kichie dun at minahal niya.“ Sagot ni donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well, ganyan talaga kapag inlove, nagiging bulag.“ aniya ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hanggang kailan kaya matitiis ni kichie ung ugali ni KC” tanong n kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hindi natin alam, baka isang araw sumuko na lang siya.“ Sagot ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpatuloy ang mga ganong pangyayari at hindi na malaman nila jhes kung ano nang gagawin. Dahil kadalasan bigla na lang mag-aaway sina kichie at KC, syempre, si KC ang may pakana. Minsan pa nga napapahiya na si kichie sa harap ng maraming tao tuwing nasisigawan siya ni KC sa mga maliliit na bagay na di naman dapat ginagawang isyu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“kichie, hiwalayan mo na nga yang syota mo, maawa ka naman sa sarili mo.” Sabi ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oo nga tol, ano ka ba, hanggang kalian ka magpapakatanga sa kanya.” aniya ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“marami namang iba dyan eh, hindi siya deserving sa’yo.” Sabi ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“pero alam niyo naming mahal ko talaga siya eh.” Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“gusto mo bang barilin ka na naming ng barkada?! Wake up dude!.” Pasigaw na sagot ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hindi dapat siya ung barilin kundi ung magaling na KC na un! Kinakawawa niya kaibigan natin, leche siya!“ galit na sabi ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“dapat dun ni lelechon na eh, feeling maganda, eh ang taba-taba naman niya.” panlalait ni donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin na lang nila na umiiyak na si kichie, hindi na malaman kung anong dapat gawin, kung makikipag hiwalay na ba kasi aminado naman siyang nagmumukha na siya tanga at sobrang nasasaktan na siya sa ginagawa ng gf niya sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“pilit kong inuunawa ung tao dahil mahal ko nga siya, pero minsan nakakapagod na din pala kapag sobra na.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ yun nga ung sinasabi namin sayo kahit dati pa diba, kaso hindi mo kami pinapakinggan, sa nakikita kasi namin, hindi ka naman niya mahal eh, ginagamit ka lang niya. “. sabi ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“alam ko hindi magiging madali na hiwalayan si KC, pero tignan mo nga nangyayari sa’yo, nagmumukha ka nang kawawa at pinagmumukha ka na niyang tanga.’’ sabad naman ni kir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’alam ko naman yun eh, pero parang ang hirap, alam niyo naman ibig kong sabihn.‘‘ sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’mahirap kung iisipin mong mahirap diba, tama na kichie, wag mo nang pahirapan pa sarili mo.’’ aniya ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’hindi magiging madali pero kailangang bigyan mo ng pagpahalaga ang sarili mo.’’ sabi ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’wag kang mag-alala, andito kami ng barkada, nasa likod mo lang kami.’’ Sabi ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sige guys, ayoko na din nang ganito, kakausapin ko siya at makikipaghiwalay na ako.’’ Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’yan, ganyan dapat, lakasan mo loob mo, wag ka matakot.’’ Aniya ni donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nung mga sumunod na araw ay kinausap ni kichie ng masinsinan si KC. Sinabi niya lahat ng sama ng loob at hinanakit niya sa gf at sa tingin niya wala ng patutunguhan ang relasyon nila dahil nga sa ginagawa ni KC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’KC, sorry, pero, kailangan natin maghiwalay na, di ko na kaya mga ginagawa mo, nakakapagod na. »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’okay, so ganito nalang ba ? sige bahala ka.’’ Sagot ni KC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At naghiwalay na ang dalawa, at di nagdalawang isip si KC na pumayag sa break-up na animo’y pabor pa siya dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present… sa tambayan ng barkada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumating ng maaga si Kichie sa tambayan, naunahan pa niya silang lahat. Kaya laking gulat nalang ng barkada ng naabutan nila si kichie dun na naka headset at nagsusulat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’wow tol, ang aga mo yata ngayon, anong meron??” pambungad ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oo nga kichie, himala ang aga mo ngayon ah.” sabi ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’haha, nagulat ba kayo, maaga kasi akong nagising kanina, kaya umalis ako ng maaga sa bahay . »&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’mukha yatang may dahilan bakit ka pumasok ng maaga ah. Sagot ni jhes sabay tingin sa corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ng barkada na naglalakad si picky papuntang silid-aralan nila, kaya sabi nila donna..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’uyy, puntahan mo na, samahan mo siya, kausapin mo.” Susog nito sa kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahh, ehhh, ok lang ba na iwan ko kayo dito ?” tanong ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’okay lang tol, sige lang, puntahan mo na.” aniya ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya tumayo si kichie sa kinauupuan niya at lumabas ng kubo papuntang silid aralan nila at pumasok siya. Naabutan niyang may kausap na si picky, sina jenny at jersey, mga kaibigan din ni kichie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa silid-aralan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh andito ka na pala kichie, ang aga mo.” sabi ni jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oo nga eh, wala lang, sinipag lang ako.’’ sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’uy kichie, kausapin mo itong si picky, nahihiya pa siya eh.’‘ aniya ni jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ oh, hi picky, magandang umaga sa’yo, kamusta ang pag settle dito eskwela.”  Pangiting tanong ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ok naman, good morning din sayo, nag aadjust pa ako sa ngayon“. Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘naku picky, kapag may mga tanong ka, wag kang mahihiyang magtanong kay kichie, lalo na kapag sa English, magaling yan, writer kasi siya dito sa eskwela.’’ Sabi ni jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sshh ano ka ba jersey, nakakahiya naman sa kanya, sinabi mo yun”. Nakayukong sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“haha, nahiya ka pa, ok lang yan kichie noh”. Aniya ni jenny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ahh, kaya pala minsan kapag nakikita kita lagi kang may sinusulat.’’ Sabi ni picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oo, kadalasan kasi may mga write ups kami kaya madalas akong may sinusulat”. Sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’maganda yan, ipagpatuloy mo yan”. Nakangiting sabi ni picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Salamat picky.” Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pumasok na ang barkada ni kichie at…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oo nga pala picky, papakilala ko sa’yo ung mga barkada ko, si jhes, si renzi, si ash, si donna, si kir at si lea.” Aniya ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’hi picky, alam mo ba, type ka nitong kabarkada namin.’’ Pabirong sinabi ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ash ! adik ka, bakit mo binuko si kichie ? ‘’ saway ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi tuloy makatingin si kichie kay picky dahil nalaman na nito ang totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagkaklase…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh class, what do you think is the significance of studying the English subject?” tanong ni Miss. Villanueva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala dun ang tingin ni kichie sa propesor, kundi sa babaeng nasa hilera niya, kay picky. Hindi niya talaga alam kung anong meron sa babaeng yun at napapatingin nalang siya ng ganun sa kanya. At di yun nakaligtas sa tropa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Psstt, kichie, nakatingin ka na naman sa kanya.‘‘ usisa ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Di siya narinig ni kichie, kaya kinalabit na talaga ni kir si kichie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ ayy sorry kir, di ko napansin na kinakausap mo pala ako. » sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’woo, paano naman kasi nakatitig ka dyan kay picky.’’ Pabirong sabi ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’haha, oo nga eh, gusto ko na talaga kausapin ng matino eh.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’eh bakit di mo gawin kapag break natin, chance mo na yun noh.’ Sabi ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’baka kasi hindi niya ako kausapin eh.’’ Sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’naku kichie, natotorpe ka na naman, wag ganyan.‘‘ biglang sabad ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sige na kichie, ok lang naman kung iwan mo muna kami mamaya eh, kausapin mo na siya. ‘’ aniya ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sigurado kayo ah, sige, kakausapin ko na siya mamaya ng matino.‘‘ sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’yan, go for it! Aja!” sigaw ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang natigil ang klase at napatingin si Miss Villanueva kay ash at sabi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ash Macas, what was the shouting all about?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Nothing ma’am, sorry for that”. Pahiyang sagot ni Ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tumawa ang klase ng dahil dun, kasama sina kichie, at habang ganun ang scenario ay napatingin si kichie sa direksyon ni picky at nakita niya nakatingin pala sa kanya ito. Kaya dali-dali siyang bumaling ng tingin sa mga kabarkada niya at namula na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA CANTEEN ULIT…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nakatambay at kumakain sina kichie, ay biglang lumapit si picky sa kanila at sinabi :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Pwede ba ako maki join sa inyo ng barkada mo?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok sige ba, welcome ka dito sa amin,” sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’uyyy, si kichie oh, hahaha!!” sabay-sabay na pang-aasar ng barkada niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’kayo talaga, magsitigil nga kayo dyan!” saway niya sa barkada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tumayo si kichie upang samahan si picky sa pag order ng pagkain, habang nakatingin sa kanila sina ash. Ang sabi ni jhes habang nakatingin sa kanila:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Sa tingin niyo ba, si picky dahilan ng pagiging masaya ng kaibigan natin?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’hmmm sa palagay ko oo, kasi ngayon ko lang ulit nakitang ganyan siya kasigla.” Sagot ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’good influence nga din yata sa kanya si picky, tignan niyo, ang aga na niya lagi pumasok”. Aniya ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ang sabihin niyo, kaya maaga yan lagi dahil gusto niya na nakikita si picky araw-araw.” Pabirong sabi ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawanan sila. Pagkatapos umorder ng pagkain ay kasama ng barkada na kumain si picky nun. Panay bulungan sina lea, jhes at donna. At kinausap ni kichie si picky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bakit ka nga pala lumipat dito sa eskwela namin? Tanong niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Ahh, kasi nagkaroon ng problema sa pera ang pamilya ko, kaya nilipat na lang nila ko dito dahil mas mababa ang tuition fee dito. » sagot ni picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Kaya pala, totoo naman kasi na mas mababa ang tuition fee dito.’’ Aniya ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Habang nag-uusap sila ay lumapit sa mesa nila sina jenny at jersey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;« Kichie, may assignment ka ba sa Rizal natin?’’ Tanong ni jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Ah, yun bang tungkol sa mga lugar sa Europe na pinuntahan ni Rizal ?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Oo yun nga ung tinutukoy ni jenny.’’ Sagot ni jersey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Meron akong assignment dun, oh kayo guys, may assignment ba kayo dun?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Napakamot ng ulo ang iba)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Nakalimutan ko gawin yun kagabi, nawala sa isip ko. ‘‘ Sagot ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’’Hahaha, ang sabihin mo, tinamad ka lang gumawa kagabi. ‘‘ pang-aasar ni donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughtrip ang barkada, maliban kay kichie na may iniisip na ibang bagay at napasulyap sa katabing si picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SI PICKY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ay isang simpleng babae, maganda, medyo maputi at mabait. Mukha siyang masayahin pero hindi alam nila kichie ang totoong dahilan ng paglipat ni picky sa eskwelahan nila mula sa MCU. Totoo, nagkaroon ng problema sa pera ang pamilya niya ngunit, hindi talaga yon ang dahilan ng paglipat niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Jhay, siya ang dahilan kung bakit umalis sa dating eskwelahan niya si picky at kung sino siya sa buhay ni picky, siya ay dating kasintahan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi maituturing na maganda ang relasyon ng dalawa, sa kadahilanang masyadong mabigat ang kamay ni jhay, madali siyang magselos sa tuwing may kakausap kay picky na iba o kaya kapag may kasama itong iba na sa katotohanan ay mga kaibigan lang naman niya. Mahal talaga ni picky si jhay kaya hindi niya magawang iwan yun kahit na ganun pa ang nagiging trato sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKING BACK..SA ISANG TAMBAYAN SA MCU..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh hi picky, bakit mag-isa ka dyan?’’ tanong ng kaibigan niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hinihintay ko kasi si jhay.’’ Tugon nito sa kaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Eh baka matagal pa yun, sama ka muna sa amin sa kainan kaysa naghihintay ka dyan.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahh.. sige, nagugutom na din naman ako.’’ Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumama si picky sa kaibigan niya sa kainan at sila ay kumain at tumambay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang kumakain sila ay biglang humahagos na dumating si jhay at pinuntahan si picky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lumapit sa kinakainan at kinonpronta si picky) ‘’diba sabi ko sa’yo hintayin mo ko sa tambayan ?!’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’pasensya na jhay, sinama nila ako at nagugutom na din ako.’’ Tugon niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’dapat hinintay mo na lang ako, yun ang usapan natin eh !!’’ galit na sinabi ni jhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ano bang gusto mong gawin ko, mamuti na lang mata ko kakahintay sayo dun habang kumakalam na ung tiyan ko ?’’ pasinghal na sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sumasagot ka pa ah ! (sabay hila kay picky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’aray!! Nasasaktan ako, ano ba jhay!‘‘ pasigaw na sagot ni picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinila ni jhay si picky papunta sa isang lugar at walang sabi-sabing sinampal niya ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’alam mo naman na ayaw na ayaw ko na sumasama ka sa iba diba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’pero mga kaibigan ko naman yun ah, wala namang masama dun sa pagsama ko.’’ Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’kahit na, kapag sinabi kong di pwede, di pwede! okay?‘‘ pagalit na sabi ni jhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’okay.. sige.. ‘’ sagot ni picky habang hawak ang mukha niya at hinahaplos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpatuloy ang ganitong mga pangyayari, dumating sa punto na muntik nang mapa pulis ni picky si jhay dahil kahit sa harap ng ibang tao ay sinasaktan siya nito, hindi niya alam kung dahil ba sa mahal lang talaga siya nito at takot itong maagaw siya ng iba o sadyang possessive lang talaga na tila ba ay isa siyang laruan na hindi pwedeng kuhanin ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA ISANG MATAONG LUGAR..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakaakbay si jhay kay picky, kaso naiinitan si picky dahil na din sa maalinsangan ang pakiramdam niya kaya inalis niya ang kamay ni jhay kaya…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’bakit mo inalis ang kamay ko?!’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’naiinitan kasi ako, maalinsangan ang pakiramdam ko.’’ Tugon niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ang sabihin mo, ayaw mo lang talaga!’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ayan ka na naman eh, hindi mo ba maintindihan na naiinitan nga ako?’’ sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nagsimula na namang manakit si jhay, hindi lang sampal ang inaabot ni picky kundi kung ano-ano pang masasakit. Hindi na un kinaya ni picky kaya isang araw ay kinausap niya ang mama niya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Ma, pwede ba na lumipat na lang ako ng school?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Bakit anak, May problema ba sa school mo ngayon?’’ tanong ng ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’wala naman ma, gusto ko lang magshift ng course at lumipat’’. Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’okay sige, next semester ililipat kita’’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Salamat mama.’’ Sabay yakap sa ina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lingid sa kaalaman ng kanyang ina, kaya gusto lumipat ni picky upang maiwasan nang tuluyan si jhay at makapag bagong buhay sa ibang eskwelahan. Bago siya umalis sa MCU ay kinausap muna niya ang kanyang mga kaibigan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Guys, lilipat na ko ng eskwelahan.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Bakit picky, ayaw mo na ba sa amin ?’’ Tanong ng kaibigan niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hindi naman sa ganun, alam niyo naman kung bakit diba ?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Pero kailangan ba talaga na umalis ka dito?‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Kailangan talaga, para maiwasan ko na talaga siya‘‘ sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’mamimiss ka namin.‘‘ tugon ng kaibigan niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’wag kayong mag-alala, babalitaan ko naman kayo eh.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos nun ay umalis na siya at inayos na niya ang mga dapat niyang ayusin sa paglipat niya sa bagong eskwelahan. At upang mapagpatuloy niya ang kanyang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRESENT…WEEKEND… SA TRAINING GROUND..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasalukuyang nasa tae kwon do training si kichie ng dumating ang kanyang Ate Joy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ate, anong ginagawa mo dito?’’ tanong niya sa kapatid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’dinalaw lang kita, kinukumusta ka nila mama eh’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ok lang naman ako ate, masaya naman kahit parang nagsosolo ako ngayon’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’dumaan na din ako dito kasi katatapos lang ng duty ko sa ospital‘‘.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ganun ba ate,  ok sige, after ng training ko, punta tayo sa bahay, ipagluluto kita ate‘‘ masiglang sabi ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ok sige ba, matagal ko na din di natitikman ang mga luto mo mula nung nagsolo ka‘.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng training niya ay pumunta sila sa bahay, nagpalit siya saglit tapos ay nagsimula ng magluto. Habang nagluluto niya ay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Ate, alam mo ba, may nagugustuhan akong babae mula sa klase namin‘‘.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Sino naman yun kichie?’’ tanong ng ate niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Picky po ang pangalan niya, transferee siya.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ano bang nakita mo sa kanya at pakiramdam ko parang nag-iiba ang aura mo.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hindi ko alam ate, basta parang iba lang talaga dating niya sa akin.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ingat ka lang kichie, baka di niya matanggap na isa kang…’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’alam ko yun ate, kaya nga po nakikiramdam lang muna ako, kaso baliw mga kabarkada ko, tinutukso kami.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ok lang naman yun, basta kung maramdaman mong nahuhulog ka na, hinay-hinay lang, naka stapler lang ang puso mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’opo ate, oh ito na, luto na yung ulam, kain na tayo.‘’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kumain na ang magkapatid at patuloy pa din ang kwentuhan nila… pagkatapos nun ay umalis na ang ate niya at siya na ulit mag-isa sa bahay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ano kaya itong nararamdaman ko sa sarili ko, kapag nakikita ko siya masaya ako, hay’’ tanong niya sa sarili niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatulog si kichie na yun ang nasa isipan niya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinabukasan at maaga siya nagising, inayos niya ang kanyang mga gamit, nilinis ang mga kalat, naligo at nagbihis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghanda siya sa pagpunta sa eskwelahan na may ngiti sa kanyang labi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA ESKWELA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa tambayan si kichie nang mapansin niya si picky sa corridor at tinawag niya kaya lumapit sa kanya ito at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’good morning kichie, bakit mag-isa ka lang dyan ?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahh, good morning din sayo, wala pa sila eh, mga late kasi mga yun.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahh, okay, ummm.. ok lang ba kung samahan kita dito?’‘ tanong ni picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ok sige ba, walang problema, welcome ka dito.’’ Masayang sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinaupo niya si picky sa upuang kaharap niya tapos ay bumalik siya sa kinauupuan niya at nagsimula ng magsulat ulit. Napansin niyang nakatingin sa ginagawa niya si picky at…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Ano-ano ba mga sinusulat mo?‘’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ah, kahit ano, mga poems, essays, articles, stories, bakit mo natanong?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’wala lang, curious lang ako sa mga sinusulat mo.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ah, gusto mo mabasa? (sabay abot sa isang notebook niya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sige ba, mukhang maganda ito ah’’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’salamat sa papuri.‘‘ tugon niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagbabasa si picky ay lihim siyang tinitignan ni kichie, at napapangiti na lang siya. Iniisip niya kung ano nga ba talaga ang nararamdaman niya para sa kanya. Dumating ang barkada niya at naabutan nila na kasama niya si picky sa tambayan kaya todo asaran na naman ang nangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’wow ah, tignan niyo oh, kasama ni kichie si picky.“ pang-aasar ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Ui kichie ano yan ah, di nagsasabi sa amin. ‘’ Sabi ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Yiiiii, naku talaga tong kaibigan natin oh..’’ Pang aalaska ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Tumigil nga kayo dyan, nakakahiya kay picky.’’ Saway niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Okay lang yan noh, alam na naman ni picky eh.’’ Sagot ni donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Natawa lang si picky at napangiti, hindi tuloy makatingin si kichie sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hoy tara na mga adik kayo, may klase pa tayo noh.’’  Sabi ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Ay oo nga pala, ano ba yan, mangogopya pa pala ako.’’ Sagot ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hahaha ngayon naman si jhes ang nakalimot sa homework.’’ Natatawang sagot ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Oh tara na, magbebell na,’’ yaya ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya umalis na sila sa tambayan at naglakad papuntang silid-aralan at sabay na naglalakad sina kichie at picky, at naiilang na tumingin si kichie sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa D-zone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumimik ang barkada nila kichie sa Dzone dahil wala namang pasok kinabukasan. Party party ika nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’woohooo party party na tayo guys!! ‘’ sigaw ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’lasingan na ito, dapat magsaya tayo.’’ Sabi ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Tama yan, lagi tayong busy sa school, oras na para magsaya.’’ Sagot ni donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naghanap sila ng mesa at dun ay naupo at nag order ng isang bucket ng San Mig Light, shots ng vodka at king ano-ano pa. sagot ni kichie ang pagparty-party nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh ayan, drink all you can kayo guys, sagot ko!’’ sigaw ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’CHEERS!!’’ Sabay-sabay na inangat ang kanya-kanyang baso para sa isang toss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag-iinuman sila ay napatingin si kichie kabilang dako ng bar at nakita niya si picky, nag-iisa at umiinom. Kaya tumayo siya at nilapitan ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh hi picky, bakit mag-isa ka lang?’’ tanong niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’hi, andito ka din pala, oo eh, wala kasi ung mga friends ko, masyadong busy kaya ako lang.’’ sagot nito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahh kaya pala, o tara, join ka sa amin, kaysa nag-iisa ka dyan, kasama ko barkada ko.’’ Yaya niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’okay, salamat sa pagyaya mo’’. Nakangiting sagot nito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya pumunta na sila sa table ng barkada at pinaupo niya si picky habang kumuha pa siya ng drinks nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nag iinuman sila ay napansin nila na napaparami ang inom ni picky at pulang-pula na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’picky, ayos ka lang, baka nasosobrahan ka na.’’ tanong ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oo nga, hinay-hinay lang, baka gumapang ka pauwi niyan’’.  Aniya ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’kichie, pigilan mo siya, ang dami na niyang nainom.’’ Alalang sabi ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’picky, tama na yan, baka mapaano ka pa niyan.’’ Pigil ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’hayaan niyo na ko, hik, kaya ko pa ito.’’ Lasing na sagot ni picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’pero andami mo ng nainom, baka di ka makauwi niyan.’’ Tugon ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na nakasagot si picky sa sobrang kalasingan kaya nagdesisyon sila na sa bahay na muna ni kichie ito magpapalipas ng gabi at siya nalang magpapaliwanag sa ina nito kung anong nangyari sa anak niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’tol, dun muna siya sa bahay mo, baka mapaano pa eh’’ sabi ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sige, sa bahay na muna siya, ako na bahala magpaliwanag sa mama niya.’’ Sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA BAHAY NI KICHIE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinulungan ng barkada si kichie na dalhin sa bahay niya si picky. Pagpasok nila ay inihiga na muna nila ito sa sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Grabe pala siya uminom noh, patayan na.’’ Aniya ni kir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Oo nga eh, sa palagay ko may problema siya kaya ganyan.’’ Tugon ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’pasensya na kayo kung naputol ang kasiyahan natin.’’ Sabi ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Naku tol. Ok lang. Pagod na din naman kami eh.’’ Sagot ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’may ibang pagkakataon pa naman diba.’’ Sabad ni donna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’tama, may ibang pagkakataon pa.’’ Sabi ni lea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh siya tol. Uwi na kami, anong oras na din, ikaw na bahala sa kanya ah. Aniya ni ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sige, ingat kayo sa daan okay?‘‘ paalala ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Oo mag-iingat kami.‘‘ sabay-sabay nilang sagot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkasara niya ng pinto ay napatingin siya sa natutulog na si picky sa sofa. Napaisip siya kung bakit naglasing ng ganun si picky. Kahit na may tama din siya, nagawa pa niyang buhatin sa likuran niya si picky at dinala sa kwarto niya at inihiga sa kama. Binuksan niya ang aircon at kinumutan si picky, nagdesisyon siyang sa salas nalang matulog. Kumuha lang siya ng unan at kumot sa cabinet tapos ay bumaba na siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ano kaya nangyari sa kanya, bakit kaya nagkaganun siya.’’ Tanong niya sa sarili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakatulog siya na un ang nasa isipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINABUKASAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagising si kichie ng maaga upang maghanda ng almusal para sa kanilang dalawa. Biglang tumunog ang telepono at sinagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hello, good morning,‘‘.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Hi, si kichie ba ito’?’’ tanong sa kabilang linya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Opo, sino po sila ?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Mama ni picky ito, sabi sa akin ng kaklase niyo nandyan ang anak ko.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Opo, kasi po hindi na po niya nakayang umuwi kagabi kaya dito na muna namin siya dinala para magpalipas ng kalasingan.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahh, pasensya ka na kung pati ikaw naabala.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’okay lang po yun,  wala naman po sa akin.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’May pakiusap sana ako sa’yo.‘’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ano po yun?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’pwede bang kausapin mo siya, dahil nung mga nakaraang araw ay nagiging malungkutin siya, para bang may dinadalang problema.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahhh, ganun po ba, napapansin din po namin yun, sige po, ako na po bahalang kumausap sa kanya, ihahatid ko na lang po siya dyan kapag ok na po siya.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Sige, salamat, ikaw na bahala sa kanya.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Makakaasa po kayo.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At binaba na ni kichie ang telepono at nagpunta sa kusina upang ituloy ang pagluluto ng almusal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantala, nagising na si picky na medyo masakit ang ulo. Nagpalinga-linga siya at nagtataka kung na kaninong bahay siya. Kaya tumayo siya at tinignan ang paligid niya. Nakita niya ang lamesa ni kichie na puno ng mga sinulat niya, mga gamit at kung ano-ano pa. Ilang minuto din siyang nagmasid hanggang sa nagdesisyon siya na bumaba na at tignan kung anong ginagawa ni kichie, at nakita niyang nagluluto ito, napansin siya nito at…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’good morning, kumusta na pakiramdam mo??’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ahh, ito medyo masakit ang ulo ko.’’ Tugon niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh, teka kuhanan kita ng gamot, umupo ka na para makakain ka na.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Naupo si picky) ‘’pasensya ka na ha, pati ikaw naabala ko.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’naku, huwag mong alalahanin yun, ako lang mag-isa dito kaya ok lang.’’ sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Ah, nagsosolo ka na pala.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Oo nga eh, kasi malayo sa akin ang magulang ko, kaya ako lang mag-isa dito.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’kaya pala, buti nakakaya mong mag-isa.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sanay na ako na mag-isa kaya walang problema sa akin.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumain sila at pagkatapos ay nagligpit si kichie. Kinausap niya si picky sa salas at..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’picky, diretsahin na kita, may problema kaba? Kasi napapansin namin yun nung mga nakaraang araw pa.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘‘ang totoo niyan, ang dahilan talaga kung bakit lumipat ako dahil iniiwasan ko ung ex ko sa dati kong school, pero mukhang nalaman niya saan ako lumipat. Kaya namomoblema ako ngayon.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’kaya pala, huwag kang mag-alala, hindi namin ikaw pababayaan sa school okay?‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’maraming salamat ha, lagi mo na lang akong tinutulungan.‘‘ tugon nito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA ESKWELAHAN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging mas malapit pa sa isa’t isa sina picky at kichie, madalas na ding kasama ng barkada si picky, at habang tumatagal, nararamdaman ni kichie na nahuhulog ang loob niya kay picky pero natatakot siyang baka hindi ito matanggap ni picky. Kaya kinausap ni kichie ang kaibigan niyang si jhes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’jhes, mukhang nahuhulog na ako sa kanya.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sigurado ka ba dyan kichie?‘’ tanong ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’sigurado ako, pero natatakot ako na baka di niya matanggap.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’problema nga yan, sa tingin ko, makiramdam ka na muna.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(biglang dumating si renzi at nakisali sa usapan nila)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh bakit mukha kang problemado dyan kichie?‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’kasi naman, inlove na yata siya dun kay picky.‘’ sagot ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ayy, patay tayo dyan, mahirap kasi baka di niya un maintindihan.‘‘ aniya ni renzi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’yun nga eh, hindi ko naman inaakala na mahuhulog ako sa kanya.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’So paano gagawin mo? Kakausapin mo ba siya?‘‘ tanong ni jhes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’well, kapag may pagkakataon, kakausapin ko siya.‘‘ sagot ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At yun ang napag usapan nilang tatlo. Naghanap ng pagkakataon si kichie na makausap ng sarilinan si picky. Niyaya niya ito na gumala sa mall nung sumunod na sabado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA MALL…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Salamat sa pag-aya mo sa aking gumala kichie. ‘’ Panimula ni picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Wala yun picky, ang totoo kasi niyan, may dapat akong sabihin sa’yo.’’ Sagot niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Eh ano ba dapat yung sasabihin mo sa akin?’’ malumanay na tanong ni picky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Kasi alam mo na gusto kita diba, kaso, lumalalim na, at palagay ko, dapat mo yung malaman.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nabigla si pcky sa sinabi ni kichie kaya di ito nakapagsalita agad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’……….. di ko alam anong sasabihin ko.’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’okay lang picky, naintindihan ko, pasensya na.‘‘ malungkot na tugon ni kichie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaya na lang nito si picky na umuwi na. Hinatid niya ito sa bahay nila at pagkatapos ay diretso siya sa bahay niya. Hindi niya alam kung anong mangyayari sa mga susunod na araw pagkatapos ng pag-amin niya sa nararamdaman niya para sa babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SA BAHAY NI PICKY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi alam ni picky ang gagawin niya dahil nabigla siya sa inamin ng kaibigan niya sa kanya. ‚‘mahal na niya ako?‘‘ yun ang tanong sa isipan niya. Kaya tinawagan niya ang kaklase na si jenny..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’hello, pwede po ba kay jenny?‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ako na ito sino po sila?‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Si picky ito, kaklase mo. ‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’oh, napatawag ka, anong meron? ‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’Si kichie kasi, umamin sa akin na mahal na niya ako.‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’ganun ba, eh ikaw, ano bang nararamdaman mo para sa kanya? ‘‘&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘’hmm, gusto ko naman siya
