<?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-28527313</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:58:57.696+09:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much</title><subtitle type='html'>its all about me, my life, my activities and my feelings. This is the right place for me to express everything that I want. To show the real me that i`m afraid to show. Now others can join me and help me through this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-3980263347703072371</id><published>2008-01-22T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:52:25.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i want this to be my wedding song! i wanna cry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.mp3-codes.com target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://s3.mp3-codes.com/1366702897.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.mp3-codes.com/upload/show.php?id=237218 target=_blank&gt;&lt;br&gt;ERIC BENET - THE LAST TIME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-3980263347703072371?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/3980263347703072371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=3980263347703072371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/3980263347703072371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/3980263347703072371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-this-to-be-my-wedding-song-i.html' title='i want this to be my wedding song! i wanna cry!'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-4373383831818596289</id><published>2008-01-22T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:49:00.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>purest of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.mp3-codes.com target=_blank&gt;&lt;img src=http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/equalizer.gif border=0&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src=http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mp3logo.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j268/enchantedglitters/mediaplayer.swf" width="200" height="20" allowfullscreen="true" flashvars="&amp;file=http://s6.mp3-codes.com/49613283.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=200&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=true&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.mp3-codes.com/upload/show.php?id=232582 target=_blank&gt;&lt;br&gt;Son of four - Purest of pain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-4373383831818596289?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/4373383831818596289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=4373383831818596289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/4373383831818596289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/4373383831818596289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2008/01/purest-of-pain.html' title='purest of pain'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-5297427517166372761</id><published>2007-08-15T11:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T11:12:22.913+09:00</updated><title type='text'>sober by kelly clarkson</title><content type='html'>And I dont know&lt;br /&gt;This could break my heart or save me&lt;br /&gt;Nothings real&lt;br /&gt;Until you let go completely&lt;br /&gt;So here I go with all my thoughts Ivebeen saving&lt;br /&gt;So here I go with all my fearsweighing on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months and Im still sober&lt;br /&gt;Picked all my weeds but kept theflowers&lt;br /&gt;But I know its never really over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I dont knowI could crash and burn but maybe&lt;br /&gt;At the end of this road I might catcha glimpse of me&lt;br /&gt;So I wont worry about my timing, Iwant to get it right&lt;br /&gt;No comparing, second guessing, no notthis time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months and Im still breathing&lt;br /&gt; Been a long road since those hands&lt;br /&gt;Ileft my tears in but&lt;br /&gt;I knowIts never really over, noWake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three months and Im still standinghere&lt;br /&gt;Three months and Im getting betteryeah&lt;br /&gt;Three months and I still am&lt;br /&gt;Three months and its still harder now&lt;br /&gt;Three months Ive been living herewithout you now&lt;br /&gt;Three months yeah&lt;br /&gt;Three months I hurt&lt;br /&gt;Three months and Im still breathing&lt;br /&gt;Three months and I still remember it&lt;br /&gt;Three months and I wake up&lt;br /&gt;Three months and Im still soberPicked all my weeds but kept theflowers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-5297427517166372761?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/5297427517166372761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=5297427517166372761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/5297427517166372761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/5297427517166372761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2007/08/sober-by-kelly-clarkson.html' title='sober by kelly clarkson'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-4834549494413090754</id><published>2007-08-08T17:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:12:50.027+09:00</updated><title type='text'>help me how to do it...</title><content type='html'>I used to relate myself to a song "everybody`s changing",&lt;br /&gt;'So little time Try to understand that I'm Trying to make a move to stay in the game I try to stay awake and remember my name But everybody's changing And I don't feel the same'&lt;br /&gt;so true, coz i really don`t feel like changing, until a friend of mine, told me to stop and love myself, if i want to be happy...&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I don’t know how to start it, but I have to, it’s exactly a year since that feeling captured me... I will never ever forget that, but I think that’s the only way to move on and start, I have to forget every single thing, It seems like, I’m the only person who can’t move on,..&lt;br /&gt;I always give myself an excuse and consideration that it’s hard to go on and forget, but it’s not, it’s just that I don’t want to...&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m acting like a fool every time I remember what happened and still get affected by him...&lt;br /&gt;So much of him, I have to concentrate to myself,.. I’m saying this and I have to do it, I have to it, I have to do it...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how, but I have to...&lt;br /&gt;I need to concentrate to my work, friends and self...&lt;br /&gt;I have to love myself from now on, not anyone else, not him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-4834549494413090754?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/4834549494413090754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=4834549494413090754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/4834549494413090754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/4834549494413090754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-used-to-relate-myself-to-song.html' title='help me how to do it...'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115258962494125167</id><published>2006-07-11T12:47:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:47:04.980+09:00</updated><title type='text'>is this a gift from God?</title><content type='html'>I don`t know if what im feeling is true. All I know is I`m very happy today because of some reason...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115258962494125167?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115258962494125167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115258962494125167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115258962494125167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115258962494125167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-this-gift-from-god.html' title='is this a gift from God?'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115220915776019197</id><published>2006-07-07T03:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:18:21.154+09:00</updated><title type='text'>why I cried?</title><content type='html'>I realized that I still like him when annie talked to me about him ... I thought I`m over him and happy alone, but hurt sometimes awaken me... I cried because of the pain and the thought that he`s ignoring and avoiding me, I cried because I was so mad at him that I even want to curse him... It hurts a lot to know that he`s now involve with someone else, I don`t know what I`m feeling... All I know is, I HATE HIM today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115220915776019197?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115220915776019197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115220915776019197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115220915776019197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115220915776019197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/07/why-i-cried.html' title='why I cried?'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115131202493941957</id><published>2006-06-26T17:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T17:19:39.940+09:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion attacks...</title><content type='html'>I dont know what is it... am I insensitive and brave already? Or am I only trying to be one... Damn, I know I still like him, but I`m really tired of this feeling so I want to move in... I know I can and sometimes I feel I`m already over but its keeps on coming back... ahhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115131202493941957?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115131202493941957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115131202493941957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115131202493941957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115131202493941957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/06/confusion-attacks.html' title='confusion attacks...'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115063474224637360</id><published>2006-06-18T21:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:45:42.253+09:00</updated><title type='text'>what`s happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Happy Father`s DAy... I don`t have a Dad but I know He`s just there guiding and watching me all the way...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115063474224637360?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115063474224637360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115063474224637360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115063474224637360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115063474224637360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/06/whats-happening.html' title='what`s happening?'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115063370331035639</id><published>2006-06-18T21:28:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:28:23.316+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye... go to hell...</title><content type='html'>Goodbye to you... as I loved and as a friend(?). I think so, coz you`re such a cold blooded person with no heart... you`re nothing but a user one and a fucking dreamer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115063370331035639?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115063370331035639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115063370331035639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115063370331035639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115063370331035639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/06/goodbye-go-to-hell.html' title='Goodbye... go to hell...'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115063304923648771</id><published>2006-06-18T21:17:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:17:29.276+09:00</updated><title type='text'>changing my career path</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I worked as a call center agent before and as an accounting graduate i still have plans of becoming a Certified Public accountant, just like my brother and just like my mother expecting me to be. After I resigned at my call center company becoz of boredom, i mean doing the same things again and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;After resting for almost 3 months I tried to apply again to start my career as an accounting staff, but after waiting for the fucking promises of the company three times to call again for the next liar`s interview,  im still waiting here for nothing until inthe third company the HR pushed me to be their Sales Assistant because of my experiences while discouraging me in the position that I want... (accounting staff, that`s better for experience and while taking my review)... but at the end She promised me to call if I`m qualified or not, but she didn`t call as always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;After series of war with my mother because of being jobless or "palamunin" im still hoping that my brother`s promise to pay for my review will happen... but I think destiny says it all, my dream to review didn`t happen and the last call for accounting staff that I`m praying comes to nothing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Until, I realized why should not try to be in sales, maybe, just maybe, that`s my destiny... to be in sales or in a job that is more on talking or using my PR, like working in a call center again... and work hard as I can, and try to be happy with that job... what if I get rich with that, Am I right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115063304923648771?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115063304923648771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115063304923648771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115063304923648771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115063304923648771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/06/changing-my-career-path.html' title='changing my career path'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115052963251718118</id><published>2006-06-17T16:27:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:33:52.516+09:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;We met Rene "ate glow" last saturday, June 17... the next day it was wednesday Ate glow joined 2 more gays one of them is Pretty Trisha and believe me he`s so nice that you wont even realized that he`s a star... and before we seperate our ways he promised that he will treat us the following day at the same place... and on the next day, it was June 15. He came with IC Mendoza, Inday Badiday`s Grand Son... He`s so pretty and young and nice as well... The two of them made our night so happy and wonderful that we forgot our problems and believe me or not it was like we watched their stand up comedy show that night... Heyahhh to them, I wish luck to their career and I know they will become successful soon coz of their good heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115052963251718118?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115052963251718118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115052963251718118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115052963251718118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115052963251718118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-friends.html' title='New friends'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115052891497920659</id><published>2006-06-17T16:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:21:54.986+09:00</updated><title type='text'>it hurts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;it really hurt me... i Didnt know when to start until i realized that i have enough... i learned to move on and love myself... I have to think about myself, there`s a lot in life waiting for me... but it is  hurting me to feel that its like he doesnt even know me... as if i don`t exist... the cold text and conversation and avoiding me when we`re together... I tried so hard to get back the friendship though its so hard. I don`t even want to get mad to him but its like he`s pushing me to feel that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115052891497920659?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115052891497920659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115052891497920659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115052891497920659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115052891497920659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-hurts.html' title='it hurts...'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-115052800172774042</id><published>2006-06-17T16:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T16:06:41.736+09:00</updated><title type='text'>i`d rather be alone by Karyn White</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Mmm...mmm...I don’t wanna be a fool, I don’t wanna be a fool for loveNo, no, I won’t, noHey, no, ooh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; I know that people do go through changes, yeahBut this just don’t make no damn senseIf we’re gonna keep sayin’ we love one another, yeah, yeahWell, then we better stop fightin’ and arguin’ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;‘Cause baby, I’ve heard “I’m sorry” too many, many times beforeNow I know betterIt hurts to hold on to this kind of love even moreNo, I’m not crazy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; I won’t be a fool, a fool for love‘Cause I know I’d rather be alone than be here unhappyI’m not gonna choose, choose for you‘Cause I know I’d rather be alone than be here unhappy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt; I know it’s time to go when I feel lonelyWhen I’m layin’ in your arms and it don’t feel right,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;oh‘Cause every time I feelin’ up you try to bring me downSo I feel good knowin’ I don’t need you around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt; ‘Cause I know, I know that I can feel this bad all by myself, hoo, yeahAnd maybe that’s my best betStartin’ this time I’m gonna think selfishlyAnd never depend on someone else for keepin’ me happy, oh, no, no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt; I won’t be a fool, a fool for love‘Cause I know I’d rather be alone than be here unhappy, oh, noI’m not gonna choose, choose for you‘Cause I know I’d rather be alone than be here unhappy, oh... I-I-I-I won’t be a fool, a fool for love‘Cause I know I’d rather be alone than be here unhappyI’m not gonna choose, choose for you‘Cause I know I’d rather be alone than be here unhappy, ooh, yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;I’m never gonna be a fool for loveI’d rather be alone, just give it upDon’t make no sense to be in loveAnd be here unhappy, oh, no It might feel good on a lonely nightBut layin’ in your arms today ain’t rightI’d rather lose you than lose my mindAnd be here unhappy with you, baby Ho...no, no, no, no, no, noI don’t wanna be a fool, no, no, noI don’t want to be a fool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-115052800172774042?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/115052800172774042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=115052800172774042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115052800172774042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/115052800172774042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/06/id-rather-be-alone-by-karyn-white_17.html' title='i`d rather be alone by Karyn White'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-114837154874842726</id><published>2006-05-23T17:05:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T17:05:48.756+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo of UpDharmaDown</title><content type='html'>'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Naiiisip kita&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo ako&lt;br /&gt;'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa aking inaasam makita kang muli&lt;br /&gt;Nagtapos ang lahat sa di inaasahang pahanon&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon ako ay iyong iniwan&lt;br /&gt;Luhaan, sugatan, 'di mapakinabangan&lt;br /&gt;Sana nagtanong ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung 'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y nagtanong ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Kung 'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Kay tagal na panahon&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nandirito pa rin hanggang ngayon para sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;Lumipas mga araw na ubod ng saya&lt;br /&gt;'di pa rin nagbabago ang aking pagsinta&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako'y nagkasala patawad na sana&lt;br /&gt;Puso kong pagal ngayon lang nagmahal&lt;br /&gt;'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Puro s'ya na lang&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y ako naman&lt;br /&gt;'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ika'y minamasdan&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y iyong mamalayang hindi mo lang pala alam&lt;br /&gt;'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Kahit tayo'y magkaibigan lang&lt;br /&gt;Napapaligaya lang sa tuwing nagkukulitan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y nandito lang&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Matalino ka naman&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikaw at ako&lt;br /&gt;Ay tunay na bigo sa laro na ito&lt;br /&gt;Ay dapat bang sumuko&lt;br /&gt;Sana hindi ka lang pala aking nakilala&lt;br /&gt;Kung alam ko lang ako'y masasaktan ng ganito&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y nakinig na lang ako sa nanay ko&lt;br /&gt;'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;br /&gt;Baka sakali lang maisip mo naman&lt;br /&gt;Puro s'ya na lang&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y ako naman&lt;br /&gt;Isang kindat man lang&lt;br /&gt;'di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;O, ika'y minamasdan&lt;br /&gt;Sana iyo'y mamalayang di mo lang pala alam&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Malas mo&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang natipuhan ko&lt;br /&gt;Di mo lang alam&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y iyong nasaktan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-114837154874842726?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/114837154874842726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=114837154874842726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114837154874842726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114837154874842726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/05/oo-of-updharmadown.html' title='Oo of UpDharmaDown'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-114837065397632932</id><published>2006-05-23T16:50:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T16:50:53.976+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to let you know</title><content type='html'>I was a jealous person as always. It came to a point that I almost lost a great friend. i`m just glad that she never left me at all. She stayed with me during that time. Yesterday, we were together and i miss her so much. She`s the only person that understands me this moment. And though I denied to her one thing, I know she knows  the truth. Coz I know she can read my mind and I feel that she loves me so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-114837065397632932?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/114837065397632932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=114837065397632932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114837065397632932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114837065397632932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-to-let-you-know.html' title='Just to let you know'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-114832371215254195</id><published>2006-05-23T03:48:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:48:32.153+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/"&gt;What I do best!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      I do best in things that I love to do. And I will never be happy in things that i was told to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-114832371215254195?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/114832371215254195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=114832371215254195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114832371215254195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114832371215254195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-i-do-best_23.html' title='What I do best!'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28527313.post-114832348961037995</id><published>2006-05-23T03:44:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T03:44:49.630+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/"&gt;What I do best!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28527313-114832348961037995?l=fatima-andra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/feeds/114832348961037995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28527313&amp;postID=114832348961037995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114832348961037995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28527313/posts/default/114832348961037995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fatima-andra.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-i-do-best.html' title='What I do best!'/><author><name>tima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03476030998847097902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i83.photobucket.com/albums/j307/paula_d_2006/11591464261729s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
