<?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-11184903</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:40.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avante-Garde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-116385337720218263</id><published>2006-11-18T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:36:17.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new favorite....</title><content type='html'>We Ride &lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's real late &lt;br /&gt;Bout a quater to 1 &lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about everythang &lt;br /&gt;We become &lt;br /&gt;And i hate it &lt;br /&gt;I thought we could make it &lt;br /&gt;But im ready to scratch this &lt;br /&gt;Just wanna forget about it &lt;br /&gt;I saw the pictures &lt;br /&gt;And the letters she sent &lt;br /&gt;U had me thinkin &lt;br /&gt;U were out we your friends &lt;br /&gt;Im so foolish &lt;br /&gt;Hate me like im stupid &lt;br /&gt;Cuz i thought it was just u and i (oh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how i think after all the time &lt;br /&gt;We spent in love &lt;br /&gt;I see it in my mind &lt;br /&gt;Playing over and over again &lt;br /&gt;Its far and out &lt;br /&gt;U got me breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And i just can't figure out why &lt;br /&gt;But this is what u say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions in my mind &lt;br /&gt;Of the day that we met &lt;br /&gt;U showed me thangs &lt;br /&gt;That'll never forget &lt;br /&gt;Took me swimming &lt;br /&gt;In the ocean &lt;br /&gt;U had my head up in the clouds &lt;br /&gt;Make me feel like im floating (yeah) &lt;br /&gt;U think im playing &lt;br /&gt;When u now its the truth &lt;br /&gt;Nobody else can do it &lt;br /&gt;Quite like i do &lt;br /&gt;All my kisses &lt;br /&gt;And my lovin &lt;br /&gt;But aint nobody &lt;br /&gt;Better than us &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how i think after all the time &lt;br /&gt;We spent in love &lt;br /&gt;I see it in my mind &lt;br /&gt;Playing over and over again &lt;br /&gt;Its far and out &lt;br /&gt;U got me breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And i just can't figure out why &lt;br /&gt;But this is what u say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its over &lt;br /&gt;And definitely &lt;br /&gt;But u and i know &lt;br /&gt;Its not that easy &lt;br /&gt;To let go &lt;br /&gt;Of everything (everything) &lt;br /&gt;And start all over again &lt;br /&gt;Just bring this up cuz u blew it &lt;br /&gt;I wont forget how u do it &lt;br /&gt;Sweet baby &lt;br /&gt;This is where the game ends now somehow &lt;br /&gt;Might not believe u and me &lt;br /&gt;We can figure it out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U finna make me say boy &lt;br /&gt;I wish that u come hold me &lt;br /&gt;When im lonely &lt;br /&gt;When i need someone to talk to &lt;br /&gt;U would phone me &lt;br /&gt;Just like everything its on me &lt;br /&gt;(when we ride we ride it's til the day we die) &lt;br /&gt;Boy u forgot about the promises &lt;br /&gt;U made me &lt;br /&gt;And now we'll let the memories &lt;br /&gt;Just fade away &lt;br /&gt;But i remember &lt;br /&gt;What u used to say &lt;br /&gt;(when we ride we ride it's til the day we die) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ride when we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;When we ride we ride &lt;br /&gt;It's til the day we die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Ride&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-116385337720218263?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/116385337720218263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=116385337720218263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/116385337720218263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/116385337720218263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-favorite.html' title='A new favorite....'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-116385300371674498</id><published>2006-11-18T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T04:30:03.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problematic.....</title><content type='html'>All i know is that I LOVE YOU..... &lt;br /&gt;That's all i know...&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could be together.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-116385300371674498?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/116385300371674498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=116385300371674498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/116385300371674498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/116385300371674498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2006/11/problematic.html' title='Problematic.....'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-115727706849571621</id><published>2006-09-03T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:51:08.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oNeMoNtHaNdSiXdAyS</title><content type='html'>THIS SONG EXPLAINS ALL THAT I FEEL&lt;br /&gt;ABOUT YOU....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were no words&lt;br /&gt;No way to speak&lt;br /&gt;I would still hear you&lt;br /&gt;If there were no tears&lt;br /&gt;No way to feel inside&lt;br /&gt;I'd still feel for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, my love, my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my life&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;All you give to me&lt;br /&gt;You've opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And shown me how to love unselfishly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've dreamed of this a thousand times before&lt;br /&gt;But in my dreams I couldn't love you more&lt;br /&gt;I will give you my heart&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, my love, my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even if the sun refused to shine&lt;br /&gt;Even if romance ran out of rhyme&lt;br /&gt;You would still have my heart until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;'Cause all I need is you, my Valentine&lt;br /&gt;You're all I need, my love, my Valentine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-115727706849571621?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/115727706849571621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=115727706849571621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/115727706849571621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/115727706849571621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2006/09/onemonthandsixdays.html' title='oNeMoNtHaNdSiXdAyS'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-115727642793029129</id><published>2006-09-03T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:40:27.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one-aching-month-and-six-tearful-days</title><content type='html'>I'd be lucky if a day passes and i didn't shed one single tear... It's funny how making yourself believe you're okay only makes things worse for you... It's a terrible feeling to know deep in your heart that you met the soul that makes you the happiest person you've never been, but can't be with him.. And you know that he needs you too, as much as you need him... It's sooo hard keeping things inside.. It's not healthy at all.. That's what i've been doing this whole time.. Sometimes i just space out.. Sometimes i just start crying.. I feel like a wacko! Hehe.... It's crazy how every scent you smell you mistake for his perfume... Every song that plays reminds you of how it used to be... How EVERY guy that you meet, you tend to compare with him... How every morning you wake up thinking anout what he will do for the day and how every night you go to bed thinking if he had a good day... And that if he didn't.... How you wish you could just make it okay for him...&lt;br /&gt;It hurts&lt;br /&gt;It hurts &lt;br /&gt;It hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Is it okay that i feel this way?&lt;br /&gt;Is this right?&lt;br /&gt;Cause i really dont know..&lt;br /&gt;Because I cannot stop it..&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how lonely i am&lt;br /&gt;everyone looks at me and i have a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;a never ending laugh..&lt;br /&gt;but all are fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;when i am alone&lt;br /&gt;in the confines of my room&lt;br /&gt;or anywhere actually....&lt;br /&gt;I just feel it penetrate every bone in this forsaken body.&lt;br /&gt;And the withered soul i possess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still i go on and paint my face&lt;br /&gt;and face the world..&lt;br /&gt;As if loneliness doesnt live in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-115727642793029129?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/115727642793029129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=115727642793029129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/115727642793029129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/115727642793029129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2006/09/one-aching-month-and-six-tearful-days.html' title='one-aching-month-and-six-tearful-days'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-115727549180251426</id><published>2006-09-03T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T02:24:51.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>0430</title><content type='html'>April thirty at one thirty in the morning, I let my emotions enfold me in its grasp.. I had many inhibitions and fears, and so much hesitation in me.. But at that precise moment when he asked me, it felt so right... I have never felt so beautiful and happy and free at that very precise moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him.. "With all my heart and everything else", I always say... &lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful feeling to love and be loved.. It's a beautiful high i can't get enough of.. Even if i was scared to kiss him.. Because of what he might think.. It just felt so right.. And i let myself get carried away by the rawness and the clumsiness of our first kiss.. It was beautiful.. And the feeling is just purely irreplaceable.. When you kiss a person you love, it is the most beautiful and most overwhelming thing.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-115727549180251426?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/115727549180251426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=115727549180251426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/115727549180251426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/115727549180251426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2006/09/0430.html' title='0430'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-113679204934003077</id><published>2006-01-08T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:36:46.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody really has ever made me feel this way....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stickwitu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna go another day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seems like everybody's breaking up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Throwing their love away,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know I got a good thing right here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's why I say (Hey)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody gonna love me betterI must stick with you forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody gonna take me higherI must stick with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You know how to appreciate meI must stick with you, my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this wayI must stick with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't wanna go another day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm telling you exactly what is on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See the way we ride in our private lives,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ain't nobody getting in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want you to know that you're the only one for me (one for me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And nowAin't nothing else I can need (nothing else I can need)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And nowI'm singing 'cause you're so, so into me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got you,We'll be making love endlessly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm with you (baby, I'm with you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, you're with me (Baby, you're with me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So don't you worry aboutPeople hanging around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They ain't bringing us down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you and you know me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's all that counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So don't you worry aboutPeople hanging around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They ain't bringing us down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know you and you know meAnd that's why I say......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love this song so much...My friends know why..Hehe..But who wouldn't?It's such a romantic song!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-113679204934003077?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/113679204934003077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=113679204934003077' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/113679204934003077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/113679204934003077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2006/01/nobody-really-has-ever-made-me-feel.html' title='Nobody really has ever made me feel this way....'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-113664279375958499</id><published>2006-01-07T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T06:07:02.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody ever made me feel this way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;re-read my posts from before, and i realized that so much of the things i wrote can actually be applied to the things i'm going through today.. But i also realized that advice is so easy to give when other people ask for it but when you need it..it would be so hard to actually follow it. As a result, you tend to question yourself.. Idealistically written or not? Haha :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;one of the posts that particularly hit me.. was when i was talking abut a line from the song same ground.. "When all else fails would you be there to love me?When all else fails would you be brave to see right through me?" Hit me hard, in fact, because i know now for a fact that in loving someone it definitely isn't easy to brave storms, especially when the two opposing forces that pull on you are the things that matter the most to you..okay, i may be vague but i don't really want to elaborate so i really do choose to be vague.hehe.. point is, loving someone is supposed to be easy...supposedly...but it really isn't..especially when there are so factors that want to get you down..and it really makes you think of doing or saying some things that you don't really want to say or do...anyway...we recently listened to andy garcia's sexy voice reading one of the best poems ever..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Write, for example, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;'The night is shattered And blue stars shiver in the distance'.&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Through the nights like this one I held her in my arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I kissed her over and over again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;She loved me, sometimes I did love her too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;How could I not have loved her great eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;To think that I do not have her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;To feel that I have lost her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;To hear the immense night, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;still more immense without her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter if my love could not keep her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;In the distance.My soul is not satisfied because it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;My sight searches for her as though to go to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is no longer with me.&lt;br /&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We both of that time are no longer the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I no longer love her, that's true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;but how much I have loved her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;Another’s. She will be another’s. Like my kisses before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I no longer love her, that’s true, but maybe I do love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is so short and forgetting is so long&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;My soul is not satisfied because it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;Though this is the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And these the last verses I do write for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is so short and forgetting is so long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... i definitely know how that feels... Hurts but it makes you a stronger person.. My past entries are testaments to what i went through. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;And now...I'm definitely happy...very happy in fact...if not for a few but MAJOR hitches.....my friends know what i'm talking about..:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i definitely missed writing..i'll be more consistent now, i hope... hehehehehehe :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-113664279375958499?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/113664279375958499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=113664279375958499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/113664279375958499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/113664279375958499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2006/01/nobody-ever-made-me-feel-this-way.html' title='Nobody ever made me feel this way...'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-112939670766430735</id><published>2005-10-16T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T10:18:27.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>divisoria</title><content type='html'>today i went to divisoria with my mom and it was a great and one of a kind experience.. Haggling, pushing, and walking really really really fast all aren't my thing, but yes i survived a whole day doing those three things. but putting those things aside, who wouldn't be happy with going home with the cheapest stuff you can ever imagine? what's great is, the quality isn't at all sacrificed, and in fact is even better or equal to the "quality" commercial malls offer. i went bead-sequin-ribbon-trimming-tela-and-feather shopping &lt;&gt; but saved a lot of money even if it seemed like i bought a whole closet full of sequins and beads! i was just imagining if i went to carolina's! oh God, i wouldn't even be able to afford half the materials i need! it's just so expensive there, cosidering shops in divisoria offer exactly the SAME stuff, and i'm not pulling anybody's leg, but honestly divi's got even BETTER stuff.. I just love it there! shopping haven! you go home with your hands full, you're practically stumbling all over the place, but also with your pockets still somewhat full! now that's what i call SHOPPING!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best places in divi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;168 mall&lt;/strong&gt; - cheap stuff, man! and i mean cheap! the stuff you find at tutuban mall you can find in this mall but WAY CHEAPER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tres fab&lt;/em&gt;: sufficient and safe parking spaces, opened last year, so it's clean! plus-you don't break into a sweat while shopping! last but not the least, the food court! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tabora&lt;/strong&gt; - best place to get your beads and such! this street is literally LINED with so many shops just for beads,lace,ribbons,sequins,etc!!!!! you will go CRAZY! i know i did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tres fab&lt;/em&gt;: so many shops to choose from! but i think the best one i went to is called Morning Glory Co. Inc.&lt;br /&gt;BUT... very crowded.. (but i swear, so worth it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ilayan &lt;/strong&gt;- tela galore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tres fab:&lt;/em&gt; many shops/stalls to choose from!!&lt;br /&gt;BUT... very crowded..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle's lace and ribbon shop&lt;/strong&gt;- this shop is one of the few places i go to in tutuban mall. &lt;em&gt;tres fab:&lt;/em&gt; it has a great location, just along the main road in tutuban, so you can just park your car in front and shop for all kinds of tela, beads, and any thing you need for accesories, clothes and the like!&lt;br /&gt;BUT... since it's a really great shop, so much people flock to michelle's! the salesladies tend to be outnumbered..so you'd have to wait a long time, if you aren't lucky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muradito&lt;/strong&gt;- one of the few shops i go to in tutuban mall.. great, great stuff with equally great and affordable prices!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tres fab&lt;/em&gt;: brand conscious but can't afford to buy the real thing?this store's an answer to your prayers!! the stuff look so believably branded i was almost fooled! hehe, nah, no naman.. but i swear, the stuff are outrageously great! RUSTAN'S lovers like me will definitely find a haven in this shop..for GUYS and GIRLS alike..you MUST go to this shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Max's restaurant -&lt;/strong&gt; you don't know how glad i was to see this resto! i was starving to death and hadn't eaten lunch..it was already almost three in the afternoon and we were in divi since ten in the morning! after leaving, my stomach felt so wonderfully well fed..hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tres fab&lt;/em&gt;: spacious, clean, good service, clean bathroom...should i still say great food? everyone knows Max's means great food...try the cheesy onion soup..yummm..... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-112939670766430735?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/112939670766430735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=112939670766430735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112939670766430735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112939670766430735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/10/divisoria.html' title='divisoria'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-112636077710530808</id><published>2005-09-10T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T06:59:37.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the product of a lariat necklace..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROUTE-ine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful ray of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;Filtered through curtains of glass beads&lt;br /&gt;Scattering a rainbow of colors&lt;br /&gt;Across cottony sheets&lt;br /&gt;And silky spreads.&lt;br /&gt;Creases deepen as weight shifts.&lt;br /&gt;And covers are slowly neglected.&lt;br /&gt;Its tassels touching the littered floor.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of sweet, warm vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Pervades the room,&lt;br /&gt;Punctured by a slight smell&lt;br /&gt;Of cigarette smoke.&lt;br /&gt;The gentle rustle of leaves&lt;br /&gt;Indicates the calm and rushing wind&lt;br /&gt;Blowing into the single window&lt;br /&gt;Above the bed,&lt;br /&gt;Blowing gauzy drapery into the air&lt;br /&gt;And glass beads in all directions.&lt;br /&gt;Foot touches floor, and&lt;br /&gt;Silk is now laid out like carpet.&lt;br /&gt;Warm air caresses bare legs&lt;br /&gt;As they weave through magazine stacks&lt;br /&gt;And beauty products&lt;br /&gt;Littering the hardwood floor.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the steady dribble of water&lt;br /&gt;Against porcelain&lt;br /&gt;Starts the routine for the day-&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful weather.&lt;br /&gt;The deflected sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet and homey aromas.&lt;br /&gt;The calming surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Denzo; Septembereighttwothousandandfive, ninefortypm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-112636077710530808?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/112636077710530808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=112636077710530808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112636077710530808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112636077710530808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/09/product-of-lariat-necklace.html' title='the product of a lariat necklace..'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-112636052182031485</id><published>2005-09-10T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T07:05:10.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend..Oh weekend....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sound of a Distant Calm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up to placid silence.&lt;br /&gt;I am calm.&lt;br /&gt;Happy.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly.&lt;br /&gt;As the worries for the day&lt;br /&gt;Come charging at all sides&lt;br /&gt;Ricocheting ..&lt;br /&gt;I hear a distant sound&lt;br /&gt;In the peaceful silence.&lt;br /&gt;I strain to hear,&lt;br /&gt;It calms.&lt;br /&gt;It invigorates.&lt;br /&gt;It inspires.&lt;br /&gt;It is the sound of a distant&lt;br /&gt;Church bell. Its sound&lt;br /&gt;Resonating.&lt;br /&gt;Reverberating.&lt;br /&gt;I am relieved.&lt;br /&gt;The sound makes me want&lt;br /&gt;To snuggle deeper into&lt;br /&gt;The niche I have dug&lt;br /&gt;Into my very own sack.&lt;br /&gt;It stops…&lt;br /&gt;And the echo of the sound remains…&lt;br /&gt;But reminds me to go about,&lt;br /&gt;Without the comforts&lt;br /&gt;Of my precious niche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Denzo; Septembereighttwothousandandfive, nineseventeenpm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-112636052182031485?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/112636052182031485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=112636052182031485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112636052182031485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112636052182031485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/09/weekendoh-weekend.html' title='Weekend..Oh weekend....'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-112497676410866998</id><published>2005-08-25T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T06:32:44.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An attack of undetermined artistic inspiration</title><content type='html'>Being in Ysa's house i think inspires me to do so many things!Hehehe :) &lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to be here with my wonderfully crazy friends!Carla and i are sleeping here at Ysa's tonight because we have to do our eco project. of course we all had these plans to do other things,but then that's a totally different story and trust me, you wouldn't want to go there..hehehehehe!:) Gawrsh,i sound so scheming!! and besides,we really have to go get our work done before relaxing right? &lt;br /&gt;anyhow,what im really inspired to do right now is DESIGN and produce my clothes already.Ysa really inspires me to do these things that i tend to forget i love doing because of school and the pile of stuff we have to do.but my wonderful friends always remind me of those things i love to do but tend to put aside.Why,you ask,am i all of a sudden so struck with this flowing artistic inspiration?that's because hiding in YSA's cozy and humble abode,is a line of vintage clothes that has yet to be discovered.Yes,Ysa designed these clothes and sells them in her shop here in her house.Of course,being a great fan of Ysa's style and designs,i couldnt help but get excited with the clothes i saw.Of course,Carla and i had to do a little shopping..hmmmmm...;) hehe!her clothes have so much personality and classiness that only an Ysa Villar can blend into impeccable sophistication.peronally i cant wait for her next line..im excited to SHOP!it's a great way to the ease nerves and release stress and have fun at the same time!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precisely why i am so happy right now!I am with my B E A U T I F U L friends who inspire me,our project typed and ready to be sent saved in the computer,tita chuchi's lovely accessories in the other room and Ysa's designs hanging in a rack downstairs-treasures soon to be discovered by everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what more can i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-112497676410866998?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/112497676410866998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=112497676410866998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112497676410866998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/112497676410866998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/08/attack-of-undetermined-artistic.html' title='An attack of undetermined artistic inspiration'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111910619302529700</id><published>2005-06-18T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T07:50:06.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlita and Kimi!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We three just can't get enough of this song can we?? I love you both!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cater 2 U &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby I See You Working Hard&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Let You Know I'm Proud,&lt;br /&gt;Let You Know That I Admire What You Do&lt;br /&gt;The More If I Need To Reassure You, My Life Would Be Purposeless&lt;br /&gt;Without You (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If I Want It (Got It)&lt;br /&gt;When I Ask You (You Provide It)&lt;br /&gt;You Inspire Me To Be Better&lt;br /&gt;You Challenge Me For The Better&lt;br /&gt;Sit Back And Let Me Pour Out My Love Letter&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Help You&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Untie You Shoestrings&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Cufflinks (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;What You Want To Eat Boo? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Feed You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Run Your Bathwater&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Desire, I'll Aspire&lt;br /&gt;Sing You A Song&lt;br /&gt;Turn My Game On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Brush Your Hair&lt;br /&gt;Help Put Your Do Rag On&lt;br /&gt;Want A Foot Rub? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Want A Manicure?&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm Yours I Want To Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause Baby This Is Your Day&lt;br /&gt;Do Anything For My Man&lt;br /&gt;Baby You Blow Me Away&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your Dessert, And So Much&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want Just Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Inspire Me From The Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Can't Nothing Tear Us Apart&lt;br /&gt;You're All That I Want In A Man;&lt;br /&gt;I Put My Life In Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your Dessert, And So Much&lt;br /&gt;More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want, I Want To Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Baby I'm Happy You're Home,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Hold You In My Arms&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Take The Stress Away From You&lt;br /&gt;Making Sure That I'm Doing My Part (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Boy Is There Something You Need Me To Do (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;If You Want It (I Got It)&lt;br /&gt;Say The Word (I Will Try It)&lt;br /&gt;I Know Whatever I'm Not Fulfilling (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;No Other Woman Is Willing (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Going To Fulfill Your Mind, Body, And Spirit&lt;br /&gt;I Promise You (Promise You)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep Myself Up (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Remain The Same Chick (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Fell In Love With (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep It Tight, I'll Keep My Figure Right&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep My Hair Fixed, Keep Rocking The Hottest Outfits&lt;br /&gt;When You Come Home Late Tap Me On My Shoulder, I'll Roll Over&lt;br /&gt;Baby I Heard You, I'm Here To Serve You (I'm Lovin It, I'm Lovin&lt;br /&gt;It)&lt;br /&gt;If It's Love You Need, To Give It Is My Joy&lt;br /&gt;All I Want To Do, Is Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Give You My Breath, My Strength, My Will To Be Here&lt;br /&gt;That's The Least I Can Do,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Through The Good (Good)&lt;br /&gt;The Bad (Through The Bad)&lt;br /&gt;The Ups And Downs (Ups And Downs)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Still Be Here For You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're Beautiful (You're Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;I Love The Way You Are (You Are)&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill Your Every Desire (Desire)&lt;br /&gt;Your Wish Is My Command (Command)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart (Your Heart)&lt;br /&gt;So Pure Your Love Shines Through(Shines Through)&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness We'll Get Through (So Much)&lt;br /&gt;So Much Of Me Is You (Is You)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111910619302529700?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111910619302529700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111910619302529700' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111910619302529700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111910619302529700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/06/carlita-and-kimi.html' title='Carlita and Kimi!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111830463437212615</id><published>2005-06-09T16:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T01:13:51.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awww....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A girl asked a guy if he thought shewas pretty, he said...no.&lt;br /&gt;She asked him if he would want to be with herforever....and he said no.&lt;br /&gt;She then asked him if she were to leave would he cry, and once again he replied with a no.&lt;br /&gt;She had heard enough.&lt;br /&gt;As she walked away, tears streaming down herface the boy grabbed her arm and said....&lt;br /&gt;You're not pretty you're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to bewith you forever.&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldnt cry if you walked away...I'd die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this posted by Cathy Chua in friendster...it's so sweet, i just couldn't help it, i had to post it here, hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been updating my blog cause i dont know, ive been so lazy..hehe,what do they call it?writer's block?wahahahahaa!feeling writer talaga!i wish!hehehe :) anyhow,i missed posting so when i saw the sweet post by cathy, i figured my next entry should be about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can be so stubborn sometimes that they try to hide what they are feeling..if they dont hide it, they at least try to disguise it by doing other things that mean the opposite of what they actually do feel!Or if they dont plan to hide it, say so many things-or none at all- before they actually do tell!Just like what the guy did in the super sweet post above! Okay, okay, of course guys can't always be blamed, can they?girls can be the same as well. The difference is that girls,if given TIME will tell you what they feel,no holds barred. The only obstacle standing in the way of the guy, is the TIME it takes for the girl to, but that's basically it. Guys on the other hand,even if given time, even if it's as obvious as the fact that the sun rises and sets,he still has a hard time expressing what he feels. (Wait,but there ARE still guys who know how to express themselves freely to girls okay...hehehe!;p)&lt;br /&gt;The thing is,when a guy finally tells you what he really feels,it's the most sweetest and most wonderful feeling in the world.Because when he does,you know that it took a LOT in him to actually say it,and when he actually already does,you end up loving him even more than you already do.... So i guess even if it takes a guy so much guts and pride to say whatever he wants to say,the feeling afterwards is so rewarding that it overcomes even the frustrationa and exasperation you felt beforehand......:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU...Buddy,Pach,Pils,Ysa,Kimi,Chix....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pils!!!!Lola ka na tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!:) I LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111830463437212615?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111830463437212615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111830463437212615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111830463437212615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111830463437212615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/06/awww_09.html' title='Awww....'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111398246536339561</id><published>2005-04-20T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:34:25.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What girls want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna know - Joe&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing how you knock me off my feet..&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you come around me, I get weak.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody ever made me feel this way..&lt;br /&gt;You kiss my lips and then you take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know what turns you on,&lt;br /&gt;So I can be all that and more..&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to know what makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;So I can be the one to always make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could take a journey through your mind&lt;br /&gt;And find emotions that you always try to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that there’s a lot you wanna share.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take good care of you lady, have no fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I gotta do to please you..&lt;br /&gt;Baby everything you say I’ll do.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I only wanna make you happy,&lt;br /&gt;From the bottom of my heart it’s true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It is every girl’s wish to be taken care of by someone who will love her for who she truly is. &lt;/span&gt;Joe’s song, “I wanna know,” is a song that reflects the very essence of how a guy should treat a girl. It is such a sweet song, any girl would be wooed by the words. In the song, Joe talks of how he fell in love with the girl, and how she has made him feel just being around. Because of his love for her, he promises to please her.. To treat her right, help her with her problems and make her laugh at all times. He tells her how much she has made him happy, and because of this, he would like to make her happy as well. He vows to take care of her and tells her not to be afraid because he will always be there for her. So, he asks her how he can please her, how he can make her happy. He says in the song that whatever will make her happy, he will do and will try to be. It is so wonderfully mushily romantic how Joe expresses his love for the girl who stole his heart! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How I wish every guy were sensitive enough to even care how WE would want to be pleased! HOW I WISH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Every girl would love to be treated the same way. As simple as being asked before making a decision actually makes a girl feel important and special. A girl would love to be told how much she is loved and how much she is treasured. The thing is with us girls, we love to be assured that we are important and loved. I for one, feel it is important to be told that I am important to someone I love. Because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it is through these simple acknowledgements that we know the little and big things we do are actually recognized and appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vital for a guy to take time out to know a girl because it is her personality that makes her a very beautiful person. &lt;/span&gt;Even more beautiful than she already is physically. It is very, very important that a guy take interest in what the girl actually has to say and should try to balance the conversation- it shouldn’t always be about him- it has to be about her too! Oftentimes, girls may be quiet in conversations, especially when it is in an awkward situation. But, it is in this scenario wherein a guy may be tested because here, you can actually see if he will make the effort to get to know you even more despite your semi- silence. When he does, then you will know you may be off to a good start!&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after all the promises and effort to make a good impression, a guy should always be true to what he says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He should never ever break the trust a girl puts in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;He should never break her heart. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Take it from Joe, who definitely knows how to treat the girl he loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Is everybody having a great summer? Sure hope so. ;p&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111398246536339561?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111398246536339561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111398246536339561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111398246536339561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111398246536339561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/04/what-girls-want.html' title='What girls want'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111363839331447544</id><published>2005-04-16T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T00:59:53.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IrRiTtAbLe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;AS USUAL i"ve been darn bored. it's so frustrating because i want to do so much stuff-so much! but then do you know the feeling when you're being tied down????? it's so frustratingly frustrating. i was supposed to leave for baguio yesterday but then it was postponed. no surprise there! everything planned by my family always gets postponed. grrr.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I so want to be out of the country! "Anywhere but here," like i say with Pach! ;p hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, i'm just a teensy bit irritated and i don't have anything to take it out on, so i decided to take it all out here in this entry that's totally meaningless..hehe ;p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;so sorry i haven't been consistent with my entries...&lt;/span&gt; there's lack of inspiration kasi???Hmm..haha!tsktsk! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but now that i think of it, you can draw inspiration from something that has none?? right?? :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOPE EVERYONE'S HAVING A GREAT SUMMER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111363839331447544?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111363839331447544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111363839331447544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111363839331447544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111363839331447544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/04/irrittable.html' title='IrRiTtAbLe'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111289399719585200</id><published>2005-04-08T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T10:19:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><content type='html'>If all else fail, would you be there to love me?&lt;br /&gt;When all else fail, would you be brave to see right through me?- kitchie nadal, “same ground”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These lines I previously used in one of my entries.. (though, it was the whole song! Hehe!) I don’t know why, but they just struck me darn hard. It’s not like there are any particular experiences I haven’t yet shared. It’s just that, these lines prove the basic questions people ask when in a relationship, or probably about to enter one. &lt;br /&gt;It’s sweet, really, to think up all the romantic answers to these simple yet deep questions. But then I was also thinking of the negative answers one could think up. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine if in any case your relationship were threatened by something that affects both of you, and the guy you thought would be there for you, bails on you? Isn’t that the most painful thing? &lt;br /&gt;Being in a relationship entails having to stand by each other through all the good and bad things that may come your way. Accepting a commitment implies looking out for one another, even if the other demands he or she doesn’t need it. That’s what a relationship is. &lt;br /&gt;Thus we go back to the two questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fail would you be there to love me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, no matter how much hardship falls upon it, one should never give up. It’s easy to say, but then when one allows her relationship to be destroyed by something, she will really regret it in the end because she let something come between what really mattered between she and her loved one anyway- love. Being in a relationship entails having to brave any storm, gigantic wave, landslide or volcanic eruption that may try to come between two people in a relationship. Or else, there is that cliché… Regrets come after?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fail, would you be brave to see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship, no matter how many times other people or other situations try to influence one’s way of thinking, the opinions and outcome should never affect how one sees her loved one. Why? Because of one word- TRUST. If you trust the person you love, you will never let a few opinions nor situations come between you two- ever. When something horrible happens, one that will trigger a person to look differently at the one she loves, she should remember how she came to know him in the first place and how much they’ve grown together. I think that’s enough to jolt someone back to reality about how trust should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These simple questions have touched me deep, thus its influence on my entry. Have they influenced you in any way today? I certainly hope so.&lt;br /&gt;Because I am sure you will someday be asking these very same questions, and when you are asked these, or when you ask someone these, would you be afraid? Would you be confident? &lt;br /&gt;I certainly don’t know, If in any case I were faced with them. &lt;br /&gt;I just wish, the answers would be positive for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone! :p time for me to get some shut-eye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111289399719585200?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111289399719585200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111289399719585200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111289399719585200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111289399719585200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/04/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111286387816493109</id><published>2005-04-07T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:51:18.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bo.red.</title><content type='html'>I'm watching this show in star world called GOTTI and man are those guys hella mean.Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have been bored to death. I know I have so much to do, but I just don’t know where to start. I think laziness is attacking me once again, so I guess it’s my fault if I’m bored. I’ve been trying to get myself to start designing already, so I can have the clothes made already. My mom and I have finally gotten serious and already talked about our business together. I hope it doesn’t get jinxed or anything like that, I just want to share it to remind myself of the stuff I have to do already. We’re thinking of designing clothes, shoes, bags, accessories and all that. We’ve always dreamt of pushing through with such a business but it was only a week ago that my mom got to seriously talk about it with my dad. He’s been pretty supportive, so I’m glad. J hopefully, it pushes through. So for now, we’re trying to figure out a catchy brand, hehe! J  and I guess I have to get started on designing or I’m never going to get anywhere- at the rate I’m going. &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a great summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111286387816493109?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111286387816493109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111286387816493109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111286387816493109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111286387816493109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored.html' title='Bo.red.'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111286368031474278</id><published>2005-04-07T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T01:48:00.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delineated &amp; Deep-seated</title><content type='html'>If a longing heart could talk.. If only it could talk.. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would let out all its secret desires. Desires that only it could carry. &lt;br /&gt;Desires that no one else would ever be able to fathom, and never to be understood by anyone but the person carrying them. &lt;br /&gt;If a longing heart could talk.. Wish it could, &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would let out all its pains and aches. Pains and aches that have created creases and scars that will never be erased, but have become testaments to how much stronger the heart has become. &lt;br /&gt;If a longing heart could make itself felt by others.. Even maybe once..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it wouldn’t feel so alone and afraid because then others will know what it is truly feeling. Maybe then the heart would have its secret desires satisfied, and its pains and aches fully healed by others who care for it and would be careful with handling it the next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure everyone has possessed at one time or another, a longing heart. Whose hasn’t deeply wished for something? And whose hasn’t yet grieved painful experiences? None, I am pretty sure. And the experiences that have affected our hearts the most are what make our hearts so special. Whether good or bad, experiences always deeply imprint themselves on people’s hearts. The good experiences create soft spots and the bad experiences create wounds. Depending upon its degree, it may be a scratch, a stab or gash. But the wonderful thing about the heart is that it has the power to heal itself, no matter what. ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111286368031474278?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111286368031474278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111286368031474278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111286368031474278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111286368031474278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/04/delineated-deep-seated.html' title='Delineated &amp; Deep-seated'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111270115440454620</id><published>2005-04-05T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T04:45:59.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cArLiTa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Carla Louise Umali Garganera&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;has been my friend since that time we met in the fourth grade. (Through, uhh.. sharing with each other our organizers…. Come on, don’t tell me you didn’t have one!!! Tsktsk!;p) and she’s been my best friend since the seventh grade and I’m telling you, it has been so wonderful growing up with her. It’s such a wonder that even if a lot of obstacles came our way (or maybe distractions &amp; complications) our friendship never faltered. It was always strong and happy. It was always being there for each other and helping out one another instead of the classic “I’m better, it should be me, why you?” scenarios. It’s really great because we are in many ways possible alike. But, we are also in many ways unalike. Which is great because that way, at least I feel, we complement each other. Carla is such a supportive friend. No matter what she’ll encourage you to do what you love the most, like what she does to me. she’s very sweet and caring, and would always make you feel that she cares for you. She is so many things that it’d take me forever to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But more importantly besides being a great friend, she is a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;great person&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful, wonderful daughter, sister, everything! She is one of the few people I know with a golden heart. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A GOLDEN HEART!&lt;/span&gt; People like her are very rare nowadays. Which is why I treasure her so much. So much! I don’t think I can (and she knows this) live without her. I actually ask her oftentimes, “Carlita, what would I do without you?” and she’d always answer me, “That’s why we should always do things together.” &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;She doesn’t know how much that means to me and how that simple answer touches me. It makes me feel important and assured that someone is actually looking out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am looking forward to seeing us old and gray with our own families and.. Well, basically experiencing everything that life has to offer with her! I am excited for the many other years we will be spending together along with many of our very dearest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Very Happy, Happy Birthday to Carlita, my buddy &amp;amp; “bestest” best friend :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love you very much, dahling! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111270115440454620?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111270115440454620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111270115440454620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111270115440454620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111270115440454620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/04/carlita.html' title='cArLiTa'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111270087116371305</id><published>2005-04-05T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T04:34:31.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fourth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Yesterday, one of the most beautiful people I know celebrated her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, my best friend Carla turned seventeen. Talk about old! Hahahahaha J just kidding! Like I’m not going to turn seventeen!&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, a good friend of Carla’s (thank you very much, BR :p) was the one who suggested a surprise party for her on her birthday itself, and in her house too. Of course I was ecstatic and so were our other friends. Throughout the whole planning process, it was fun keeping it from Carla because we’d innocently talk about her birthday with her- knowing that we’d be there to celebrate it with her. Of course, I really made sure I didn’t slip or send her texts that would give away anything. Of course, there were uh, some uh.. giveaways to the surprise. Thankfully, she didn’t really mind them.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was, after many changes, misunderstandings, confusions, etc.; the surprise party became a surprise get together of a supposed total of ten people. I must reiterate the word SUPPOSED, because to the end it was only me, pach, pilar, mimi &amp; br who surprised the birthday celebrant in her house. It was fun though, and we were so thrilled that we had the opportunity to shock Carla. After all, (making myself an example)- living in Bulacan, and suddenly being there in Las Pinas- is pretty shocking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;We went to ATC for the celebration. Carla’s wonderful parents treated us for dinner in Friday’s. We felt so famished- quite honestly, I did not know why! But we were all ready to gobble up anything served to us. Yes, it was hasta la vista to the potato skins, buffalo wings, mozzarella sticks, chicken fingers, baby back ribs, salad &amp; pasta we all had laid out before us. I’m sorry, I just had to share the food. It was so DARN GOOD…. ;)&lt;br /&gt;We hung out at Starbucks after and just had fun. It was a great night for all of us, especially and importantly, for the celebrant.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it was wonderful spending Carla’s birthday with her. We were all just so happy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111270087116371305?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111270087116371305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111270087116371305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111270087116371305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111270087116371305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/04/april-fourth.html' title='April Fourth'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111175461553799249</id><published>2005-03-25T20:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T04:43:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summertime..when we fell in love it was the summertime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;summer is hot..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and it's the best....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;time to party&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;time to have fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;and time to let lose....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hahahahahaha :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;goodbye school..see you in a month or two..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;aaaahhhhh..this is the life..just lazing around the house and thinking about nothing except the parties and the gimmicks..not a trace of school in mind... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE A GREAT SUMMER EVERYONE!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111175461553799249?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111175461553799249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111175461553799249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111175461553799249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111175461553799249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/summertimewhen-we-fell-in-love-it-was_25.html' title='summertime..when we fell in love it was the summertime...'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111124221614542165</id><published>2005-03-19T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T06:23:36.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It is so hard to study when at the back of your mind, your friends are already in summer mode... Hahahahaha :) it's a struggle,really! but anyway, i just think of it this way: just monday and tuesday this week,and it's freedom city!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Anyway,i was reading harper lee's love in other words..(yep,i was studying..) and there was a part there that i liked..about the cork and how when it is pressed down in a stream,will always resurface or surge back up-and love according to her,is like that.when it is supressed and kept in you,it will always,always find its way up. Thus,which brings me to what i would like to talk about...supressing love because of the fear of getting hurt AND falling in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;In the essay of harper lee,she uses the analogy of the cork and the stream to tell people how love cannot be supressed no matter how long you put up your guard.because love,when it is felt has to be manifested and never kept! it also tells us how in love,we should take risks and that we should learn how to lower those guards around us, because falling in love is one thing wherein you have to take risks, and when you are willing to fall on your butt.in other words, falling in love entails having to suffer the consequences it may bring.(both good and bad) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;It's such a wonder how people today take such great risks, falling in love.quite honestly, i am not surprised at all-because love is like that.it just has its way with people, and that just shows how wonderful it actually is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I always tell my friends how great it would be to fall in love. but we'd always just end up trying to figure out when you will actually KNOW that you are indeed in love.but now that i think about it..there really is no explanation of when you will indeed feel love.when it comes,you will know..but describing the feeling would be underestimating it.describing the feeling of being in love is actually not giving justice to love..because describing it wouldn't ever capture even one-fourth of what it is TRULY like..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hope everyone is having a GREAT weekend!:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;summer is near, people!!!and i am dying to greet it!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111124221614542165?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111124221614542165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111124221614542165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111124221614542165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111124221614542165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/it-is-so-hard-to-study-when-at-back-of.html' title=''/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111114749792933320</id><published>2005-03-18T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T04:04:57.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving On..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncertain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love songs, poems and movies too.&lt;br /&gt;Those are the things that remind me of you.&lt;br /&gt;Places I go and people I meet..&lt;br /&gt;To you, nothing and no one is as sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Your simple being makes me weak,&lt;br /&gt;You carry with you the love I seek.&lt;br /&gt;Well that was then, and this is now..&lt;br /&gt;You have seemingly forgotten me somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Now things have changed&lt;br /&gt;And there is no one to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;Your person I miss,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I’d reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;To you, every guy I’d compare.&lt;br /&gt;I guess you didn’t know I really cared.&lt;br /&gt;Now here I am as confused as ever.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about when I will see you.. Or never?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it so hard to let go of you?&lt;br /&gt;What is it in my heart that makes me true?&lt;br /&gt;What makes it difficult to forget about you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you please give me a clue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if I’ve moved on,&lt;br /&gt;But I know I will be strong..&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll move on,&lt;br /&gt;And it won’t be for long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This poem I wrote a long time ago.. Hahaha.. the tormented days ;) but I’ve so moved on from that period! I just decided to resurrect it cause I want to talk about moving on today.&lt;br /&gt;I know for a fact that saying “&lt;em&gt;I will move on&lt;/em&gt;” is easier said than done. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes, when you make yourself believe too much that you have indeed done so, your true feelings end up being shoved down deep in you, that for a while you believe that you have truly done what you have so longed to do. But, as everyone knows, feelings will resurface no matter what- all the more when they are hidden.&lt;/span&gt; It is also easier said than done, for me to say that one shouldn’t hide what she feels. I think that desperation is the cause of one to hide his/her feelings- perhaps, the desperation to prove others wrong..to prove that you are strong..and more importantly to prove the one you love wrong. After all, desperation is a cruel enemy and when you are attacked by it, you end up doing things you don’t expect you’d be doing. But I feel that no matter how hard it is, one has to face her feelings and eliminate the negativity of the whole situation. From there,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;the road to moving on will be laid out. Slowly, roughly and painfully, the road will unfold- but what matters is that you are willing to start walking through it. And when you have gone through it, regardless of the time and difficulty, you will emerge a more beautiful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The result is a wonderful feeling and a newfound confidence in yourself..  You emerge a lighter person- free from all the excess baggage you were used to carrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know how hard it is to move on. But everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;After all, there is a beautiful, beautiful life waiting and an extra promising future laid out for all of us..&lt;br /&gt;Have a great evening everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES, WE SHOULD LEARN FROM BEYONCE…. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me myself and iThat's all i got in the endThat's what i found out And it ain't no need to cryI took a vow that from now onI'm gonna be my own best friend&lt;br /&gt;Me myself and iI know that i will never disappoint myselfAll the ladies if you feel meHelp me sing it nowYa, you hurt meBut i learned a lot along the wayAfter all the rainYou'll see the sun come out againI know that i will never disappoint myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111114749792933320?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111114749792933320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111114749792933320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111114749792933320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111114749792933320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/moving-on.html' title='Moving On..'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111114713038189078</id><published>2005-03-18T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T03:58:50.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VEGETARIANISM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It’s an impossibility- for me, that is! Ask my friends! But for lunch today, my mom introduced me to this vegetarian food thing in the food court of quad, and oh boy did I love the food! it was like I was eating meat when I was actually eating tofu! It was so damn good, I’m convinced that I should be a vegetarian….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;….. NOT! Hahaha.. I loved the food, but then till my mom figures out how to cook tofu in such a way that it seems like meat…&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be the meat-loving person I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111114713038189078?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111114713038189078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111114713038189078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111114713038189078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111114713038189078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/vegetarianism.html' title='VEGETARIANISM'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111069555674535177</id><published>2005-03-12T14:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-12T22:32:36.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Weird, because my brother and I were talking about vandalism in his school and he told me about a particular one that caught his eye. Frankly, when he told me, it caught me off-guard too. It went:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;“I hate you for making me fall in love with you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ouch. It really hit me because the emotion condensed into just this one line is so strong that it cannot go unnoticed. Definitely not by me, it didn’t. What crossed into my mind quickly is the situation of falling in love with someone who doesn’t love you that same way you do. How painful is it to fall in love with someone who doesn’t feel the same way about you as well? And thus, hurting you in the process? Thing is, he wouldn’t even know because he doesn’t even know you love him that way. The line really touched me maybe because I’ve somehow felt what the person who wrote this line felt. Straight to the bone it hit.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt his way before?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great afternoon!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111069555674535177?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111069555674535177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111069555674535177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111069555674535177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111069555674535177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/weird-because-my-brother-and-i-were.html' title=''/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111055183405955791</id><published>2005-03-11T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T06:37:14.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Day &amp; Fate</title><content type='html'>The day is once again  going to end and i honestly don't want it too..hehe..i don't want to have to study for the TE's is basically why,but i guess i just want it all over and done with..Anyway,today was a good day,i guess..Was expecting it to be extra great(Carls,Kimi,Pach,Ys) you guys i guess know why..but it didnt turn out that great.I guess a lesson that i can learn is never to expect too much.Wouldn't you agree?:) but basically naman it was okay.Saw the people i wanted to see,but the thing is i didnt really get to talk to them or anything like that,which i was of course, hoping for.Haha!so..silly me..never expect too much,huh? Anyway,summer is so near,i can practically smell it..Haha!But then before i can actually rejoice,we'd all have to go through the whole ordeal of comprehensive exams..Darn it..Hehe..But anyway,that's fine.At least summer is on the other side of that ordeal,right?  &lt;br /&gt;I just want to talk about fate tonight.DO you guys believe in it? some people don't because they only apply it to their success in love,but then even the littlest things can be considered fate.Like your friendship with other people or why you are the way you are-cause it's meant to be,right?And that's supposedly what fate is. I always talk about it with my friends,and i keep telling them that i love the idea of at one point in your life(like,today),you pass that someone you will eventually end up with(in the mall,on the road,vacation,wherever!).Thing is,you wouldn't know that it'd be him until the day you ACTUALLY DO meet him.and maybe when you do meet him you wouldnt even know if you passed by him at one point beforehand.I just consider it romantic,thinking that maybe one way or another,someone is meant for you and you for him-because your fate dictates it to be that way.             &lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in FATE?:)&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a splendid day and an exciting evening! &lt;br /&gt;Good night! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111055183405955791?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111055183405955791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111055183405955791' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111055183405955791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111055183405955791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day-fate.html' title='My Day &amp; Fate'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111028475159376200</id><published>2005-03-08T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T04:25:51.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone to watch over me...</title><content type='html'>I told Carla i'd talk about finding that"someone" tonight..hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that in finding that "someone," one just has to wait. (Thanks,Migs!) Hmmm..:)it is in fact true, because a lot of friends can attest to this fact.but it isn't easy at all.especially during those times when you feel empty,and in those times,you will realize that even the company of your friends doesn't fill up THAT void.Your friends may make you feel like the luckiest person in the world because of their mere presence in your life,but the space left for that "somebody" will always remain empty, because that space is meant to be filled by someone else you are going to meet along the way.an enemy in this neverending chore of waiting is impatience.anyone who will disagree with me,is not being true to herself!hahaha :)but it is true.We may meet many new people in this time of our life,but it is different meeting the special person each and everyone of us is supposed to meet-oh,and the time it takes to actually find him.:) it is not at all sad or lonely to be single-it's the best,in fact!haha!but the longing for that someone who will make you feel like the happiest most beautifulperson on earth,is a longing that can never be supressed.We're humans after all,and it is but natural to long for something as wonderful as love. &lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? :) &lt;br /&gt;Good night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want the real thing, or nothing at all..I need someone that i can be sure will catch me if i should fall.Someone who'll be there when i call and i'll know that it's the real thing..&lt;br /&gt;I want the real thing, to hold me each night, someone to love me over and over..Making the future bright..someone who'll be there when i fall..&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the real thing.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this in honor of Pilar too :) Love u pils! mwah! That someone will come for us in time..:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111028475159376200?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111028475159376200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111028475159376200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111028475159376200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111028475159376200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/someone-to-watch-over-me.html' title='Someone to watch over me...'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111020401377099875</id><published>2005-03-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T06:00:13.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE LuNcH CrEw</title><content type='html'>The Lunch Crew is a wonderful mix of absolutely beautiful ladies, both inside and out. We- (Pach, Carla, Kim, Michiko, Ysa and me) are all a mix of different tastes and personalities and when combined, become an ultra fab group. I am so proud of my friends; because they are all such intelligent and beautiful people well-worth knowing, that I feel it is important I write about them today..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s PACH, never without a smile on her face. She has such a sparkling and charming personality, that she becomes magnetic wherever she goes. She always seems to draw people to her with her bright aura. Her determination and her strength is so admirable because even when things seem to be so down, she’s always there fighting. Her wisecracks and wisdom-book-like-sayings are the best! Oh, anddidimentionshetalksfast?? Hehehehe! Pach is such a fun person to be with and you will NEVER EVER be bored! She seems to have so much to say! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Course, CARLA..She has always been our mommy, because she is the one who always reminds us of what we’re supposed to do and not supposed to be doing. She’s such a sweet person- who will do anything for her family. She is a great, great friend- absolutely, without a doubt. She has such a strong faith in God that never seems to waver. She is an amazingly ultra-talented lady too- and very witty. Brutally honest, but in the right situations only. Extremely sexy too!!!! Her personality just exudes sexiness everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is KIMI..She has such a bright smile! It is quite a magnetic one actually, because her wonderful personality is at once seen in those pearly whites! Amazing, amazing talent.. She dances so well, it’s actually captivating. Her voice is so soulful; you’d just be so enticed to sing along with her. She has a great sense of humor and a great laugh to go with it too! Kimi is a great friend- a great listener. She’s very logical when it comes to giving advice. Like Carla, she’s also brutally honest! She has this supermodel look she doesn’t even know she does. She gets into these peaceful zen-like elements. (think: perfect for magazine cover shots)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's MICHIKO..The mind of this girl is absolutely out of this world- she is so smart! Very analytical and logical when it comes to anything and everything. She is extremely athletic, it’s amazing! She is very responsible, never neglecting her duties. She is also very sweet- a day isn’t complete without her bright, bright smile and super tight hug! She cracks the corniest analytical jokes, it ends up being funny anyway. She is a great listener also, who gives honest advice. A great friend who will never leave her friends in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's YSA.. She has such a magnetic personality that exudes this sexiness around her. She is extremely talented- an actress, singer, designer, stylist, writer.. And so much more!!! She is a great, great friend- excellent listener, gives good advice and always seems to brighten up gloomy and stressful days. She is an absolutely fun person to be with and has such a contagious craziness about her. She has such a big, big heart full of goodness. Very understanding and sacrificing. Definitely never a gloomy day with this beautiful lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111020401377099875?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111020401377099875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111020401377099875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111020401377099875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111020401377099875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/lunch-crew.html' title='ThE LuNcH CrEw'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111001451911672696</id><published>2005-03-05T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:21:59.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Lay your head on my pillowHere you can be yourselfNo one has to know what you are feelingNo one but me and youI won't tell your secretsYour secrets are safe with meI will keep your secretsJust think of me as the pages in your diaryI feel such a connectionEven when you're far awayOooo baby if there's anything that you fearCome forth and call 4894608 and I'll be hereI won't tell your secrets [shhh]Your secrets are safe with meI will keep your secrets [shhh]Just think of me as the pages in your diaryYou know what?And only we know what talked about baby boyDon't know how you can be driven me so crazy baby boyBaby when your in town why don't you come around boyI'll be the loyalty you need you can trust me boyOhhh ,I won't tell your secrets [I want, I want,I want]Your secrets are safe with me [Safe with me]I will keep [I will keep] your secrets [yoouurr]Just think of me as the pages in your diary...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this song as well.. :) eveytime i hear it i remember KIMI!!!!!!!!!!!!! She's our very own Alicia Keys!!!! :) Hehehehehehe! I love you kimi! ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111001451911672696?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111001451911672696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111001451911672696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111001451911672696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111001451911672696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/diary.html' title='Diary'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-111001381460708081</id><published>2005-03-05T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:10:14.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, all I want is you..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Same Ground "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My love,Its been a long time since i criedand left you out of the blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Its hard leaving you that way whenI never wanted to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Self-denial is a game Its strange i never would'vewanted if until there was you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Because i have learned that love is beyondwhat human can imagine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;the more it clears the more i have to let you go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;But now i don't understand why im feeling so bad now when i know it was my idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;i could've just denied the truth and lied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;but why am i the only one standing strandedon the same ground?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;My love because i have learned that love is aword gets thrown a little bit too much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;the best excuse to fill the infinite abyss i never have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If all else fail would you be there to love me? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When all else fail, would you be brave to see right through me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I absolutely love this song of kitchie! The last two last lines are what kill me, obviously.Hehe.. :) Today i took the mock upcat test in school..Wow, my score was amazing....Amazingly sad. Hehe..I didn't get to take the acet because i had to leave by 2 and it was useless to start something i won't get to finish.After,went to pick up my brother in his school and had to go home..Was hoping i could drop by the parlor to be with Ysa,but i had to go home right away.(Sorry,Ys!! :-c  hope you have fun tonight!!!!) Was able to bond with Bern a while ago and i really do miss her!!!!!!Loved talking about whatever with her a while ago! (Miss you Bern!!! Mwah!have fun tonight as well!) anyway,i'll be preparing in a while because of a family dinner we'll be having.It's gonna be great,cause i haven't really seen my cousins and it's gonna be fun catching up! :) Have a great evening everyone! Mwah! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-111001381460708081?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/111001381460708081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=111001381460708081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111001381460708081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/111001381460708081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/baby-all-i-want-is-you.html' title='Baby, all I want is you..'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-110994095493489770</id><published>2005-03-04T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T04:55:54.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I can't get you out of my dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When will you come and pick me up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To let me face the beautiful horizon in store for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Why haven't you come?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And taken me out of the vague picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've painted out for myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's so hard to wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i know you're around the corner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hidden by the tortuous shadows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That wish to seize me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Is it selfish for me to be so impatient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i know that maybe you're out there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;As lost as me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;It's hard to be still, when all that surround me are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sometimes i get carried away then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And maybe farther from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then i fade a little, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When all are ethereal around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So then you don't see that i am just right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But i feel you brush by me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And in an instant gone again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Desperation sets in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i become ethereal again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But by then, you are far away from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;When i feel your presence near, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Solid walls close in around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And i am trapped once again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Back to the awkward space &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'm used to being in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And then i feel the walls crumble bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hoping that you have finally rescued me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today was again a great day..As usual,we just kept laughing..I had my monologo today and i just kept forgetting my lines!! I memorized them so well, and in just an instant (because i was nervous) i just forgot some!How annoying! But it was great because i felt i wasn't acting much,and being myself instead. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I noticed today, love can be so aesthetic..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Perhaps its true meaning may be lost now, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;But who will bring it back, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When there's no one to show me how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-110994095493489770?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/110994095493489770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=110994095493489770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/110994095493489770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/110994095493489770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/and-i-cant-get-you-out-of-my-dreams.html' title='And I can&apos;t get you out of my dreams...'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-110984400214082772</id><published>2005-03-03T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T02:11:24.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime..When we fell in love it was the summertime..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The only thing that's missing in my life..Is you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The only man I need in my life..Is you..Is you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I love that song!! :) anyway,today was a fun day as usual! What can i say, the lunch crew never fails to make a day as happy as it can be!!! we had t.h.e. practicum today and our cake turned out okay. haha! theme was corny though, graduation????!!!!! uh...hello!?? hehe :) histo test tomorrow....uughh..i honestly want to burn the book already.it's been everyone's bible lately-where's the justice in that??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anyway,forget about school,dammit.Only NINETEEN days of school to go..or, 12, whatever. But i really feel summer already!!!! aaaaahhhhh!!!! I cannot wait!!!! ;) Bye for now! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-110984400214082772?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/110984400214082772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=110984400214082772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/110984400214082772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/110984400214082772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/summertimewhen-we-fell-in-love-it-was.html' title='Summertime..When we fell in love it was the summertime..'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11184903.post-110977736296837547</id><published>2005-03-02T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T02:12:31.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much to say..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;With every passing moment,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you run through my head..&lt;br /&gt;Everytime that i'm near you,&lt;br /&gt;i realize that you're heaven sent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you're truly something special..&lt;br /&gt;Just what my dreams are really made of..&lt;br /&gt;Let's stay together you and me, boy.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one like you around..&lt;br /&gt;I really like what you've done to me..&lt;br /&gt;I can't really explain it..&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I dunno why i had to post the lyrics of this song! Hmmm..In honor of Carlita siguro!!!! ;) Love u bud!! mwah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11184903-110977736296837547?l=denzodeneice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/feeds/110977736296837547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11184903&amp;postID=110977736296837547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/110977736296837547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11184903/posts/default/110977736296837547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denzodeneice.blogspot.com/2005/03/nothing-much-to-say.html' title='Nothing much to say..'/><author><name>dEnZ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01410744409256953827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
