<?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-32565654</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:21:52.155+08:00</updated><category term='papa'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='photography'/><category term='night'/><category term='college'/><category term='single'/><category term='breathtaking sights'/><category term='uncertainty'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='casablanca'/><category term='life'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='paris'/><category term='prom'/><category term='city'/><category term='food'/><category term='mama'/><category term='family'/><category term='husband'/><category term='no date'/><category term='fun'/><category term='flowers'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='no boyfriend'/><category term='love'/><category term='phone calls'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>World of Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-3240306844530984443</id><published>2011-02-26T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T18:11:52.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathtaking sights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casablanca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flowers'/><title type='text'>We’ll always have Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjOvqL0AHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/1Uv_0EV0nbM/s1600-h/4530518715_41e9941ca1_large%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="4530518715_41e9941ca1_large" border="0" height="448" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjPuTs4mDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ggg8bYITuwc/4530518715_41e9941ca1_large_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="4530518715_41e9941ca1_large" width="463" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t mind me stealing that line from Casablanca. Though I didn’t really see the movie, I just learned from my World History teacher that that line is from Casablanca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my agendas before I turn 25 would be to go to Paris. I know it’ll be highly improbable that I’d step on France soil in the next 6 years (more or less), but I’ll work really hard to earn the sky-high cost of travelling there. I still have to force someone to share this dream with me though, I mean, who will take my pictures and who will I share a room with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that breathtaking sight? Someday, I’ll be there. Maybe with a friend, boyfriend or husband. I don’t care who I’m with. Preferably husband and soon-to-be-husband. Paris is the most romantic city after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" class="wlEmoticon wlEmoticon-smile" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjPvGeJ48I/AAAAAAAAAFc/XrWoHebvGJE/wlEmoticon-smile%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800" style="border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-3240306844530984443?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/3240306844530984443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-always-have-paris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3240306844530984443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3240306844530984443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2011/02/well-always-have-paris.html' title='We’ll always have Paris'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjPuTs4mDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/ggg8bYITuwc/s72-c/4530518715_41e9941ca1_large_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-11723730017449335</id><published>2011-02-26T17:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T17:14:59.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no boyfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Prom Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Feb 12, 2010. Prom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh! The glorious occasion where the girls go dressing up for hours and the guys just put on their coat and they’re set to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It may be a little late to write about prom but I just got the inspiration to write something today. I didn’t have a date to prom, boo me. It makes me wonder what it feels like to have a date to an event of dressing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You see, I never had a boyfriend. And during prom, most people who had dates were already the other half of a couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I didn’t feel so bad. Not until he came along. I hate his guts now. Well, enough about hating his guts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjBJmw_PQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/l0HaGi8oB6U/s1600-h/IMG_5436%5B15%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="IMG_5436" border="0" height="294" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjCHICuqDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UtWOLDkoQa0/IMG_5436_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="IMG_5436" width="457" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;That’s me in green with two of my friends. (The other one is taking the photograph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjCJiyTkDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/gZYHc35yTys/s1600-h/lala%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="lala" border="0" height="301" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjDHQqivoI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/SszCA_RfCR8/lala_thumb%5B14%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="lala" width="448" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;There’s the other one (the one who took the first photograph)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;So. Ciao for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Century Gothic';"&gt;Love, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-11723730017449335?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/11723730017449335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2011/02/prom-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/11723730017449335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/11723730017449335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2011/02/prom-night.html' title='Prom Night'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_LX8OHBXEPwA/TWjCHICuqDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UtWOLDkoQa0/s72-c/IMG_5436_thumb%5B17%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-3681757675226180436</id><published>2010-08-29T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T19:47:57.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone calls'/><title type='text'>I promise to talk to my mama and papa</title><content type='html'>So, about 2 hours ago, my mother called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I was really frustrated because my classmate was letting me download YouTube videos. And I was frustrated because I couldn't play the videos I downloaded so, for the nth time, I downloaded a youtube video downloader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was answering my mom's questions, while typing away and clicking stuff and being frustrated. I didn't answer her questions properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty because I only see my mom once a month and when they called, I didn't give them "respect". So, I called them. Their phone rang and rang but they never answered. Maybe they were eating at that time. So, I'm waiting for their return call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel guilty, though, there is a part of me saying that&amp;nbsp;maybe&amp;nbsp;they couldn't call me back because the signal is not so good in the province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just sent them a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make up for it, but I guess it helps. When they come back here, I promise I'll be as talkative as possible. My mom loves that. And my dad - he always gives one-word answers. So I always run out of things to say to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my mama and papa: I love you so much. I'm sorry I'm not really open to you and maybe you don't really know what's happening in my life but I'm going to change that soon. I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-3681757675226180436?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/3681757675226180436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-promise-to-talk-to-my-mama-and-papa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3681757675226180436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3681757675226180436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-promise-to-talk-to-my-mama-and-papa.html' title='I promise to talk to my mama and papa'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-520749709228353835</id><published>2010-08-28T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T21:10:21.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Coming Back to Blogger Post</title><content type='html'>Oh noes! It has been over a year since I last posted here. But anyway, I'm posting again since I think I've been abandoning this blog already. Even though I said that I already moved to livejournal, I realized that I still&amp;nbsp;love&amp;nbsp;it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's just because I found out how to put the comments thingy. So yey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-520749709228353835?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/520749709228353835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-coming-back-to-blogger-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/520749709228353835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/520749709228353835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-coming-back-to-blogger-post.html' title='My Coming Back to Blogger Post'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-8213814381615631646</id><published>2009-07-24T18:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:31:54.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people are drifrting away and I'm still standing on the same place</title><content type='html'>Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-8213814381615631646?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/8213814381615631646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/07/people-are-drifrting-away-and-im-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/8213814381615631646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/8213814381615631646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/07/people-are-drifrting-away-and-im-still.html' title='people are drifrting away and I&apos;m still standing on the same place'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-3955886159709495162</id><published>2009-07-17T19:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:17:36.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda</title><content type='html'>i'm kinda moving to livejournal. :D lalala. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-3955886159709495162?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3955886159709495162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3955886159709495162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/07/kinda.html' title='kinda'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-3906383371224529597</id><published>2009-06-01T12:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:33:48.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uncertainty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>i'm off to cali because that's where my destiny lies</title><content type='html'>I just can't seem to fathom the idea of staying here, going to a crappy school and having no freedom at all. At this age of 18,  I should already be independent but I'm not. I'm too much of a coward. I've always dreamed of going to an Ivy League school or maybe just Ivy League status here in the Philippines, I don't know if I can make it because I didn't really try. Maybe it's more because of the fact that I didn't want to burden my parents with the skyscraper tuitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hate the person that I've become and people around me just make it worse. They do things that make me hate them. There are superficial idiots who just smile their way into life, not even bothering to exert any hard work at all. They let others do the dirty work for them and what's worse is that they get away with it and some other person gets the blame. There are also those people who just finds something bad to say about another. They do not know that they're even worse than those people who they destroy with their lies. And then, those people who seek attention come along, they cry, they laugh too hard, they manipulate you into believing them and hating the person they hate. And most of the time, you fall for it and start hating those people too. I know this because I have been a manipulative bitch once or twice in my life and I hated the feeling after. At least, I felt guilty. They don't -- most of the time. Then there are those people who judge others, just by their appearance. Then someone comes along, the kind of person who just goes to you because they need something from you. They never talk to you when you do not benefit them, these people, they usually turn their charm to the highest degree to get what they want. There are also those people who just blab their way in life. They are the gossipers who just thrives on gossip. They act as if they're close to you and get your deepest darkest secrets out of your mouth without you knowing it. Then, they just leave you and feeds your secrets to someone else and then goes on to dig out the secrets of that someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is full of these people and I don't really know how I get through life. There may be a select few who are just "mild". I know that maybe I'm one of those people, maybe more than one kind but I'm trying my best not to be as there are only a very few and I really mean very few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of my life and I want to change the direction I'm going. I'm not even sure if I'm taking the right way, riding the right vehicle and associating with the right people. I just don't get the feeling of euphoria when I sit down in class. I don't get that I-made-the-right-decision feeling. Maybe this is all wrong, maybe this is not what I'm meant to accomplish. Maybe my destiny lies somewhere else and I'm much of a coward to take the next plane, ship or bus to go to it. Maybe I'm afraid of being alone, with the absence of a familiar face. Maybe I'm just taking the easy way out and not taking any risks and living a mediocre life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never found a best friend in my whole eighteen years. Maybe that's one of the signs that I am not destined to be here. I'm starting to regret not taking the SATs, so that I would know if I will ever get in an Ivy. I'm not so sure about the career path I'm taking but it was a decision I made and I can't blame anyone for it. I just don't have that confidence in me, I always think I'm not good enough. Maybe that comes with the idea that I'm not going to be that somebody, I always dream of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is filled with maybes and what-ifs. I just don't know when I can change that fact. Maybe not now, not ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me good luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-3906383371224529597?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/3906383371224529597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-off-to-cali-because-thats-where-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3906383371224529597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3906383371224529597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-off-to-cali-because-thats-where-my.html' title='i&apos;m off to cali because that&apos;s where my destiny lies'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-3611113956316299712</id><published>2009-05-22T17:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T17:19:49.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of voices and being smitten</title><content type='html'>I just realized, while listening to him on my iTunes, that I love love love it when a man has a nice voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think its possible to fall in love with a man by just listening to him sing but but if it were possible, I'd be in love now. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-3611113956316299712?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3611113956316299712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3611113956316299712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/05/of-voices-and-being-smitten.html' title='of voices and being smitten'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-1093927595915134254</id><published>2009-04-06T19:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:50:53.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contemplating</title><content type='html'>Things I've realized in the past few days: (usually random stuff, please get used to me being bored.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I like fighting people, verbally, through text or whatever. I just don't hit them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. After fighting them, and verbally or in text, abusing them, I laugh or put a 'hahaha'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stupidity is annoying. [especially when you're having PMS, but after that stage, I'm the stupid one..haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. People that do not admit they are wrong even when I know they are wrong are even more annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. People who reason out [illogical reasons] are suicidal. They want me to kill them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Boredom makes you want to do laundry. Or scrub 'Winnie the Pooh' wallets until they're as clean as the time they were bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I like to eat salty food when there's none in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I have two toothbrushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My hand is hurting from all the texting I do, even if I do only 'a little' texting in the standards of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I sleep at 1am and it's unhealthy. But I still continue to sleep at that hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Too much texting may cause me my hand. My hand hurts right now, from texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. People should call each other more, but if that happens, my 240 minutes of free sun to sun calls will last only a day, two days tops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Pre-menstrual symptoms include an almost unhealthy craving for random food, drowsiness, slight pain in the lower abdomen, and increased number of acne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I may have 'it' on our beach trip. And on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Having someone tell you you're beautiful is one of the best feelings in the world. It makes you feel more proud of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Complementing others can also make you feel good about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. My cousin's new highlighter is nice. I want one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. My slave makes me feel special. haaha. Thanks slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I am afraid of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He might not be very truthful. I still believe him, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I can be paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I hate myself when I worry. I don't like to listen to myself whining and ranting, but I feel that I need to whine and rant to release my worry-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can't turn a car properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I want to write a story but I just don't know how to start it. I have plenty of ideas but I don't know how to put them on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I kinda feel like a jetsetter. (esp. on Apr 1.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I can't remember the feeling of actually missing someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I want to go to another country with a certain someone who does not really pay attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I want to be a model for a day. Make that two days, if the pay is good. Make that my career, if the pay's really really really good.  HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. It would be nice to walk aroung the city hand-in-hand with a handsome guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I don't want to bite my nails but sometimes, I find myself doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. I can be insanely jealous. And I try not to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I have the best ideas when I'm just about to go to bed but I'm too lazy to write them down so I forget about them the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Daydreaming is the closest thing I can get to my fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I still want a party on a private island owned by ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Scrubbing coin purses is a tedious job. Money is too dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Painting my nails keep me from biting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I hate to wait. The agony of waiting is too much. The agony of waiting for a bad thing is much much worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. I'll never be as [insert adjective here] as [insert person here].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. My chinese is deteriorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. You can't really do anything productive when you are worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I feel hopeless. Actually I'm a little hopeful now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Prayer is a strong weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. They can be friends and they're not that scary to talk to. I'm not referring to imaginary people here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. It's a nice feeling to have someone you don't like congratulate you on something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. If you get in something, you can and should get yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Sometimes, I am more powerful than my mother. At least I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[more realizations soon..this is staying in my drafts for so long, some do not apply to my present situation already. So I'm posting. Initial plan was to reach 100..or 99. ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-1093927595915134254?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1093927595915134254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1093927595915134254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/04/contemplating.html' title='contemplating'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-7724940332978068927</id><published>2009-04-02T12:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:56:11.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survey [01]</title><content type='html'>Bored. Decided to take this survey and really really answer truthfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;here are 5 levels in this survey.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;Level 1 : Not difficult.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;1) What are you wearing now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;++ T-shirt and shorts, bra, panty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;2) What's beside you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;++ my sister's table, calendar, wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; 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                curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;++ answering this survey, listening to music, deciding on what to do next, bothered by a missed call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;Level 2 : Kinda difficult.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;1) What do you wish you had now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;++ plane tickets for two to somewhere far away. a private plane and a private island where i can party with my friends all summer long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;2) Have you told someone you loved them?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;3) Last time you shouted.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;++i can't shout. nothing comes out, i just rant and babble a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;4) Do you like anyone right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;++ attracted to someone, yes. but LIKE someone, i don't think so, well, not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;5) What are you wondering/thinking about now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;++ thinking about what i'm thinking. that missed call. and the reason as to why i had the missed call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln27"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;Level 3 : Getting personal&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln29"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;1) Have you ever wanted to tell someone how you really love him/her?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;++ yes, but i think i've already told that someone in a 'joking' manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;2) Have you loved someone, but he/she doesn't know?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;++ yes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;1) Have someone asked you to be her/his gf/bf but you rejected him/her and felt guilty?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln37"&gt;++ yes. i felt i was saving our friendship but we just drifted apart. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;2) When was the last time a girl/boy said 'PARANG PANG ARTISTA LANG AH'&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;++ i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln41"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;3) When you hear a love/slow song, who comes into your mind?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;++ mukanta, bisan yabag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;4) Have you broke someone's heart?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;++ yes, i'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;==========================&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;1)According to your last ex, you are?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;++ N/A&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;2)When was the last time you had butterflies in your stomach?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln52"&gt;++ i honestly don't know when. now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln53"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln54"&gt;3)Do you have any plans for tomorrow?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln55"&gt;++ yes, lailai's debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln56"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln57"&gt;4)Do you see yourself in a relationship in 6 months?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln58"&gt;++ if you mean boy-girl relationship, i don't think so, unless someone makes the first move. but i will definitely be in a realtionship in 6 months..hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln59"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln60"&gt;5)Where will you be in an hour?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln61"&gt;++ maybe, maligo. mang.arrange. Be OC. Play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln62"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln63"&gt;6)Who was the first person you talked to today?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln64"&gt;++ akng achi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln65"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln66"&gt;7)Do you miss anyone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln67"&gt;++ yes, but i'm used to the feeling, it doesn't really feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln68"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln69"&gt;8)Did you ever see the movie Pearl Harbor?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln70"&gt;++ didn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln71"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln72"&gt;9)Do you think you would make a good wife/husband?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln73"&gt;++ when i learn how to cook, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln74"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln75"&gt;10) Last person you said I love you to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln76"&gt;++ ambut. carl man cguro to or JM. gbinuangan nko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln77"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln78"&gt;11)Are you wearing jeans right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln78');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln79"&gt;++ no&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln79');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln80"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln80');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln81"&gt;12)Who will you be sleeping with tonight?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln81');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln82"&gt;++ pillow #1, pillow #2, pillow #3 and blanket. and cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln82');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln83"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln83');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln84"&gt;13)Do you have a brother?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln84');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln85"&gt;++ yes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln85');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln86"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln86');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln87"&gt;14)Did the last person who hurt you apologized?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln87');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln88"&gt;++ yes&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln88');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln89"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln89');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln90"&gt;15) Are you happy?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln90');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln91"&gt;++ when i'll have something to do, i'll be happy. and when makahibaw na ko sa tanan nko grades, i'll be happy.&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/32565654-7724940332978068927?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/7724940332978068927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/7724940332978068927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/04/survey-01.html' title='survey [01]'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-6410564234410774711</id><published>2009-03-28T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T00:16:38.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust</title><content type='html'>i'm having trust issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's pretty ironic how one person can stress so much on trust and still end up doing the lying and the making up of stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned: just don't trust anyone with anything. they might just use it against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who to trust anymore...this world is full of cheats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpagawas ra ko ug hinanakit; sorry kung naay ma.igo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-6410564234410774711?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/6410564234410774711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/6410564234410774711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/03/trust.html' title='trust'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-1470246490262750218</id><published>2009-03-25T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T22:35:53.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beauty and power</title><content type='html'>It's funny how you can use your beauty to be powerful. Every boy wants you and every girl wants to be like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish I had that kind of power. But when I think of it again, that kind of power also has a great responsibility tagging along with it. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-1470246490262750218?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1470246490262750218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1470246490262750218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/03/beauty-and-power.html' title='beauty and power'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-4636042332447280381</id><published>2009-03-21T23:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:05:42.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>special</title><content type='html'>He told me I was beautiful, even though my eyes were red from crying and my face was a bit reddish from allergies. I felt special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I will ever feel special again, when I will feel truly beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To that person, Thank you for lifting my spirits that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-4636042332447280381?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/4636042332447280381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/4636042332447280381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/03/special.html' title='special'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-5186127614630889680</id><published>2009-03-18T18:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T18:28:49.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drama</title><content type='html'>It's like walking into the very set of a Filipino &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teleserye&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of all the drama happening around me. There's drama here, drama there. Everyone's crying about something, everyone's hurt because of someone and then the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kontrabid&lt;/span&gt;a arrives and spoils everything and the people just cry and cry because they feel like they are not good enough or they do not have someone to turn to or maybe they do not have anyone whom they can trust. To all those people, stop being so dramatic and live life without the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dumot&lt;/span&gt; or the hurt feelings. It's better to just learn to understand and lower your pride and go on with life without all those drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Forgive the grammatically incorrect and run-on sentences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-5186127614630889680?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/5186127614630889680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/5186127614630889680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/03/drama.html' title='drama'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-2746472825160577205</id><published>2009-03-18T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:45:46.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intrigue</title><content type='html'>He intrigues me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the eyes of some people who just see what is on the surface, we are [seem] close. However, it is a completely different story for me. It bothers me that I cannot figure him out, I cannot predict his next moves but at the same time, there is this buried feeling within me that wanted to figure him out. One or two times, he tells me what he is currently feeling but most of the time he stays silent and quite sheltered. It's like he wants me[or other people] to figure him out but I can't. Sometimes I even feel that he does not like me nor my company. But there are also times when we have fun together -- but I can never say that we, pertaining to the two of us, have fun together. We do not talk, as in actual conversations, it's just always a casual greeting or goodbye. Never more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want now is to open his shell but it's too thick at my part of the shell. I just wonder how people managed to open his shell while I'm stuck, trying to open the shell with a knife. HaHa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He intrigues me, but this fact does not mean that I like him. He just intrigues me, and I want to be a close friend of his so I can figure him out. I just want to solve a puzzle and he happens to be one. Too bad, I can't get through him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood: Steffi being a shallow girl who wants to prove something and will do everything to get what she wants...but it turns out that she can't get everything she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;::keesh:: another controversial post. it's fun to make one that's partly based on my experiences, past present and ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-2746472825160577205?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/2746472825160577205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/2746472825160577205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/03/intrigue.html' title='intrigue'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-652441292775206205</id><published>2009-01-06T18:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:24:01.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted:someone</title><content type='html'>I need someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really understand what I'm feeling right now, it's a mixture of sadness, betrayal and hurt yet I still face the world as the happy person that I am. I really want to rant on and on and on yet I don't know whom to approach. It's difficult when you share one part of your life with one person and another part with another person. I want to be able to share all of these parts to one person. I know that it might not be possible but that's really what I'm hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school friends have been great though I never really found that someone in them. It's really difficult to be able to keep up with everything that's happening because we're all in different schools and the ones who go to the same school as I are just mere acquaintances except for a select few. I miss my friends and I hope that I'm able to see you more frequently and be able to talk to you longer. College have been a test for our friendship but I'm glad I could still call us 'friends'. I am hoping that our friendship will go through this test and come out unscathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College friends. I can express one thing to a person but that's just it. One thing to a person, never everything to a person. To those people whom I can freely share something with, Thank you very much, even if its just a little part of what I'm really feeling. I'm just thankful to be one of you. If you happen to be reading this blog, there's a 99.9% chance, you're one of those people. So, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still needing that someone. But as of now, I think I'm content with the people I have as friends. While writing this blog, all my negative feelings from above are little by little fading away. I have been writing for THAT long already. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;herah. this is drama blog, not controversial anymore. maybe i'll go back to writing controversial blogs soon. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;keeshia. hi!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-652441292775206205?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/652441292775206205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/652441292775206205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2009/01/wantedsomeone.html' title='wanted:someone'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-1208526276575796950</id><published>2008-12-26T15:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:23:06.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haha</title><content type='html'>he must have been sooo mad at me, that he deleted my phone number from his cellphone. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have been too evil. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he started it. well, technically, i did but he was the one who caused the fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-1208526276575796950?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1208526276575796950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1208526276575796950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/12/haha.html' title='haha'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-8824459363702658094</id><published>2008-12-15T19:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:10:05.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretentions</title><content type='html'>It's sad, almost depressing to see people here and there becoming who they are not. I find people who do this as someone who thrives in attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Person A, please stop pretending I'm not there when I am. Do I have to wave in front of your face for you to see me? It's not very nice, in fact, it's really sickening. Yes, we may not be very close friends but have some respect. How would you feel if I greeted each of your so-called friends and deliberately leave you out? All I'm asking is that, please be grateful for what I did to you, what I did to help you become what you are today. I am not asking you to repay me but respect would be really really fine. If you have any hatred or whatsoever, please do not speak behind my back, be mature and say it to my face. And if you have any intention on acting like an immature pre-teen, stop it. Oh wait, you are already doing that. Next time, I'm never going to do anything for you again. You only please those people whom you think can improve your status or maybe those who you can hook up with. I hope that someday you'll be able to see all those people you've stepped on and left behind ONLY so that you can get what you want. Let me tell you this, not everything is all about you so stop making it feel like everything is about you. And another thing, you're just a pretentious woman (or $%@#!) trying to be someone she's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Person B, quit acting like a damn helpless woman. You are not helpless and you are not a good actress. If you want something, do not act like everyone understands your body language. Newsflash: Only you understand them and those pathetic people who have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Person C: Quit being so pathetic, it's really nauseating. Act normal, for once and stop impressing everyone around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Person D: Can you just stop judging people that you do not REALLY know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-8824459363702658094?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/8824459363702658094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/8824459363702658094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/12/pretentions.html' title='pretentions'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-501445868986299786</id><published>2008-12-01T13:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:15:01.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah!</title><content type='html'>MUSIC:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on all your music, then shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;4. With the answers, give your own comments on how it relates to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;Irreplaceable - Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[haha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WILL YOU GET FAR IN LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Cold As You - Taylor Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HOW DO YOUR FRIENDS SEE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine - Gabrielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WILL YOU GET MARRIED?&lt;br /&gt;'Til I Hear It From You - Gin Blossoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT IS YOUR BEST FRIEND'S THEME SONG?&lt;br /&gt;Circle of Life - The Lion King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT IS THE STORY OF YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful Tonight - Damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT WAS HIGH SCHOOL LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Friend of Mine -Lea Salonga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. HOW CAN YOU GET AHEAD OF LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Selfish - Sunset Daze&lt;br /&gt;[uhhh...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS THE BEST THING ABOUT YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Love - The Afters&lt;br /&gt;[yeah, their beautiful love is the best thing.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT'S IN STORE THIS WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;Breathe - Michelle Branch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. TO DESCRIBE YOUR GRANDPARENTS?&lt;br /&gt;Nolita Fairytale - Vanessa Carlton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. HOW IS YOUR LIFE GOING?&lt;br /&gt;I Still Believe - Hayden Panettiere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT SONG WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?&lt;br /&gt;My Idea of Heaven - Leigh Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. HOW DOES THE WORLD SEE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I'll Be Waiting for You -  Guys Next Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WILL YOU HAVE A HAPPY LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Walk Me Home - Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS REALLY THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Because You Live - Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. DO PEOPLE SECRETLY LUST AFTER YOU?&lt;br /&gt;I Do(Cherish You) - 98 Degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW CAN I MAKE MYSELF HAPPY?&lt;br /&gt;Unwritten -  Natasha Bedingfield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHAT SHOULD YOU DO WITH YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;Bottle it Up - Sara Bareilles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. WILL YOU EVER HAVE CHILDREN?&lt;br /&gt;Caribbean Blue - Big Mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT SONG WOULD YOU STRIP TO?&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating - Britney Spears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. IF A MAN IN A VAN OFFERED YOU CANDY, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?&lt;br /&gt;Better - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT DOES YOUR MUM THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Something Right - Westlife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. WHAT IS YOUR DEEP DARK SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in This World -  Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT IS YOUR MORTAL ENEMY'S THEME SONG?&lt;br /&gt;There was Never Us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT'S YOUR PERSONALITY LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;Light On -  David Cook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT SONG WILL BE PLAYED AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;Smooth - Santana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-501445868986299786?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/501445868986299786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/501445868986299786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/12/blah.html' title='blah!'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-4424823095525779658</id><published>2008-11-29T19:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T20:04:01.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no time</title><content type='html'>I feel that lately, you've become a bit distant. No, not only you, but us both. It's a two-way thing. I just feel that maybe we've grown a lot. We've had other friends and other companions. We've grown past the stage when I only trusted you and you trusted only me. Maybe life is like this, we gain some and lose some, but I'm thinking about going against life. I don't want to lose you, I know you know that. So please, let us go back to the way we were before and yet, still keep the new friends we have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you..so much. Even if I still see you, I haven't had a decent conversation with you in weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. keesh, here's what you asked for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-4424823095525779658?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/4424823095525779658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/4424823095525779658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-time.html' title='no time'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-2363657759913748437</id><published>2008-10-28T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:27:43.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The unexpected and unfelt</title><content type='html'>Unfelt. Is there a word as such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe yes, maybe no, maybe...maybe. I don't know and I'm too lazy to get a dictionary. Anyway, there was an earthquake today. And I didn't really get to experience it. Maybe I did, but I don't think I did. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened as we were talking over a plateful of green mangoes and bagoong. It happened so fast that I thought the movement was an effect of my rush to get a green mango slice and to put a bagoong in it. The sound, I thought, was an effect of the wind on the door. So, if there wasn't anyone else in the room, I never would have thought that an earthquake has just occured. It was because of my aunt who said, "Hala, ga-earthquake. Earthquake to noh?". My face at that time was blank with a "huh?" expression because I never even realized that the ground moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...thanks to my aunt for making me aware of the earthquake and to my cousins for the green mango. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: blah!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-2363657759913748437?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/2363657759913748437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/2363657759913748437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/10/unexpected-and-unfelt.html' title='The unexpected and unfelt'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-9020882418994403884</id><published>2008-10-14T11:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:12:39.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boredom!</title><content type='html'>Bored. Really bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-9020882418994403884?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/9020882418994403884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/9020882418994403884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='boredom!'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-2843099860739257543</id><published>2008-10-03T19:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:12:26.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun things in LIFE</title><content type='html'>Girl and Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun-ness of watching them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. shhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-2843099860739257543?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/2843099860739257543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/2843099860739257543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/10/girl-and-boy.html' title='The fun things in LIFE'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-4173904792017859942</id><published>2008-09-13T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:12:07.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to fly without wings</title><content type='html'>Uninspired. That's what I'm feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I should be studying and making my assignments but I'm not. Instead, I'm just being online, not doing anything worthwhile. I am in need of a healthy distraction right now. What a healthy distraction is? You'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my quirk. You'll notice it as you will know me. Right now, I think only one or two people know of this. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder sometimes, why I'm not a commitment person. I don't know if I'm afraid of it or maybe, I just....don't have the chance. I think, it's the former. I've had chances, I just don't take it. I am afraid to do anything wrong, maybe I just want to please everyone. But I know, I can never do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I keep doing this, I'll wake up and see myself watching from the sidelines.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-4173904792017859942?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/4173904792017859942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/4173904792017859942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/09/uninspired.html' title='trying to fly without wings'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-3513043564077970478</id><published>2008-09-08T14:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:10:41.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I Loved Her First (Heartland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Look at the two of you dancing that way&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the moment and each other's face&lt;br /&gt;So much in love you're alone in this place&lt;br /&gt;Like there's nobody else in the world&lt;br /&gt;I was enough for her not long ago&lt;br /&gt;I was her number one she told me so&lt;br /&gt;And she still means the world to me just so you know&lt;br /&gt;So be careful when you hold my girl&lt;br /&gt;Time changes everything life must go on&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not gonna stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her first&lt;br /&gt;I held her first&lt;br /&gt;And a place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will always be hers&lt;br /&gt;From the first breath she breathed&lt;br /&gt;When she first smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;I knew the love of a father runs deep&lt;br /&gt;And I prayed that she'd find you someday&lt;br /&gt;But it's still hard to give her away&lt;br /&gt;I loved her first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could that beautiful woman with you&lt;br /&gt;Be the same freckle faced kid that I knew&lt;br /&gt;The one that I read all those fairy tales to&lt;br /&gt;And tucked into bed all those nights&lt;br /&gt;And I knew the first time I saw her with you&lt;br /&gt;It was only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her first&lt;br /&gt;I held her first&lt;br /&gt;And a place in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Will always be hers&lt;br /&gt;From the first breath she breathed&lt;br /&gt;When she first smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;I knew the love of a father runs deep&lt;br /&gt;And I prayed that she'd find you someday&lt;br /&gt;But it's still hard to give her away&lt;br /&gt;I loved her first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the first breath she breathed&lt;br /&gt;When she first smiled at me&lt;br /&gt;I knew the love of a father runs deep&lt;br /&gt;Someday you might know what I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;When a miracle smiles up at you&lt;br /&gt;I loved her first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-3513043564077970478?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3513043564077970478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/3513043564077970478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-loved-her-first-heartland-look-at-two.html' title='a love song'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-1831406563751976683</id><published>2008-09-06T16:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:11:13.980+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>I'm generally a happy kind of person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...still happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more weeks until the first semester of my first year of college ends. And then, a long sembreak. Longer than high school sembreak, anyway. However, before I can get to the vacation, I still have to go through Finals. And frankly, I don't like to go through Finals. It is just that I feel that midterms just finished and I'm not quite over midterms yet. I think that everything is happening too fast and there are too many things to accomplish, grades to reach. I'm also a bit afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scratch the 'bit' part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College, however, is just starting to feel like college. Talking about anything and everything and going home late, going out without asking for permission and the breaks still spent talking about anything and everything. These are the things that I didn't do in high school, except for the talking part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say that college is a whole string of emotions. It's during college that I first felt the frustration of having my bag stolen. And just a few days before premidterms too with my Accounting book inside. Thank God, it was returned. It was also during college that I've became more spontaneous - like going to SM when we felt like going. It's also during college that I got separated from my circle of friends in high school. Most of them are not in USC main. Only one is in my school and we cannot really see each other often because of our schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to say, College is a big, big, BIG adjustment. And I think I have adjusted okay. Thanks to all my new friends and blockmates for always being there, for the mostly-nonsense conversations, for the laughs and everything. I wouldn't have survived college without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-1831406563751976683?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/1831406563751976683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-generally-happy-kind-of-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1831406563751976683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/1831406563751976683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-generally-happy-kind-of-person.html' title='I&apos;m generally a happy kind of person...'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32565654.post-6055371588548363161</id><published>2008-09-04T19:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:25:55.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my blog..</title><content type='html'>September 4, 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The official birthday of my blog. Although this has been in existence since 2006. I never really wrote anything here anyway - so, today is the formal birthday of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what I will write in my blog because I'm mostly a random person who writes when she feels like it. I never know what to write, when to write and that's it for my first post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Forgive my grammar and my writing style. I'm not good at this. Hopefully I will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32565654-6055371588548363161?l=steffiann.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/feeds/6055371588548363161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-blog_04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/6055371588548363161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32565654/posts/default/6055371588548363161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://steffiann.blogspot.com/2008/09/welcome-to-my-blog_04.html' title='Welcome to my blog..'/><author><name>steffiann</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12074431230340375410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjCIZPyF6Jg/TWi7jGanaPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSMsFYAdEFQ/s220/IMG_5434.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
