<?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-34036818</id><updated>2011-09-25T23:18:19.780+08:00</updated><category term='i just hate everything....'/><title type='text'>jennkidz</title><subtitle type='html'>these is were you will know more about, be with me, leave like me, smile and hurt like me, welcome to my miserable, un-explainable and so called life.... &amp;quot;nEveR RegrEt d cHoice u&amp;#39;Ve mAde iN lYf
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aFter aLL liFe is A Gift....&amp;quot;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-170717154584280784</id><published>2011-03-02T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T14:17:06.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm beautiful in my way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;'Cause God makes no mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm on the right track, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was born this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...Don't hide yourself in regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just love yourself and you're set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm on the right track, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I was born this way....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-170717154584280784?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/170717154584280784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/170717154584280784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-beautiful-in-my-way-cause-god-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-887505644829219819</id><published>2010-12-27T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:08:25.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Still thinking were to start since there are lots of words to say....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 more days to go and 2010 chapter is over....looking back everything seems so right but still have regrets for some things...but given a chance to change some of it, i guess i still don't know know how to make things right :(  I guess because up until now i don't really know what i want (Oh GOD help me)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been out of my mind lately, one of my friend asked me why am i keeping myself so drunk... honestly i don't know and I hate myself so much that I can’t even think straight anymore. there are lots of things here in my mind that makes me crazy lately and the sad part is - I'm the type of a person were in i will carry everything on my own up to the point were in I'm too exhausted and the only way i know to ease the pain is to drink and cry :( i guess it's time for me to finish reading the book to know my purpose here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2011 coming, hoping for more guidance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all for now since I'm starting to being emo again, tsk tsk tsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-887505644829219819?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/887505644829219819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/887505644829219819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2010/12/still-thinking-were-to-start-since.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6365479213147958989</id><published>2010-12-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:32:14.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; - Paulo Coelho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6365479213147958989?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6365479213147958989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6365479213147958989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2010/12/waiting-is-painful.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2007008773120889890</id><published>2010-12-01T07:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T07:21:24.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>currently on DEPRESS mode, tsk tsk tsk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;December 1, 2010 - currently on DEPRESS mode, tsk tsk tsk.... why am I so sad and not in the mood???? I cannot think of any reason what's bothering me....all I know is I remember  somehting that don't need my attention.... well I don't feel any bitterness thinking of the past, it's just all memories now....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Present and Future:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Work - I don't see myself having a future on where I am right now that's why I'm thinking of switching to Plan B. Hoping and Wishing for a nice, decent and permanent job (where in we can say "this is it" and were happy) for my sister, best friend and for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lovelife - I can say "I don't want to feel broke again...." but who knows, we do not handke things on our hand, will see.... But my best friend is saying "NO while my officemates says "Go with the flow and give yourself a chance to experience things again to enjoy life" and for my own interpretation, "I'm scared and I don't want to fall".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2007008773120889890?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2007008773120889890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2007008773120889890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2010/11/currently-on-depress-mode-tsk-tsk-tsk.html' title='currently on DEPRESS mode, tsk tsk tsk'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2098070396944170661</id><published>2009-08-04T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:12:04.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, here i am writing what's really inside me, Talking and shouting all out loud that I already moved on with everything (lovelife, personnal things and work issues way back) i feel relieved after all, i can feel that i'm complete again and have a chance to be happy as like a natural human being. I want something NEW in my life this time.... (hope it will happen)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say Thank you for all those who makes me feel that im nothing or not important and making me feeling worst and shit coz its makes me think that its time for me to be strong and fight for what i know is right. Sabi nga nila "maldita" ako, so i will show you. Im not going to let anyone to make me feel that way again, try me....&lt;br /&gt;So know, this is what i called second life for me after all what happened. Thanks GOD, coz there are still friend that you can call a real friend after all. For those shits, completely goodbye....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Welcome to my new world....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2098070396944170661?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2098070396944170661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2098070396944170661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2009/08/now-here-i-am-writing-whats-really.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7412659235184161889</id><published>2009-06-01T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:38:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.applatform.com/img/?id=388141&amp;amp;h=0301b78efa3c8b910449738e50fed3527d490d38" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does not care of what others think&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emotional&lt;/span&gt;. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loves to travel&lt;/span&gt;, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ all are real but those that highlited are the most describes me.... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7412659235184161889?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7412659235184161889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7412659235184161889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2009/06/loves-to-chat.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6531818925592191173</id><published>2009-04-21T04:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:30:22.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SezbN1Y3qLI/AAAAAAAADfE/8WOWJm76zvk/s1600-h/asteeegg...107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SezbN1Y3qLI/AAAAAAAADfE/8WOWJm76zvk/s320/asteeegg...107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326873489988626610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://batangas42009.blogspot.com/"&gt;Batangas 2nd wave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                   4.20.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6531818925592191173?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6531818925592191173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6531818925592191173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2009/04/batangas-2nd-wave.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SezbN1Y3qLI/AAAAAAAADfE/8WOWJm76zvk/s72-c/asteeegg...107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7345603436037510800</id><published>2009-03-19T05:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T05:41:48.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ringtonematcher.com/co/ringtonematcher/02/noc.asp?sid=MLlyrtop&amp;amp;artist=Velasquez+Regine&amp;amp;song=You%27ve+Made+Me+Stronger"&gt;You've Made Me Stronger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is it hard to believe I'm okayAfter all, it's been a while since you walked away I'm way past crying over your finding someone new You turned my days into bright But now I see the light And this may be a big surprise to you 'Cause you've made me stronger by breaking my heart You ended my life and made a better one start You've taught me everything from fallin' in love To letting go of a lie Yes, you've made me stronger, baby, by saying goodbye If you'd rather believe I'm not over you Go ahead-there's nothing wrong with making believe I know 'cause I used to pretend you'd come back to me But time has been such a friendBrought me to my senses again And I have you to thank for setting me free Think again Don't feel so sorry for me, my friend Oh, don't you know I'm not the one at the losing end You made stronger by saying &lt;strong&gt;Goodbye&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7345603436037510800?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7345603436037510800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7345603436037510800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2009/03/youve-made-me-stronger-is-it-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-494971031390110285</id><published>2009-03-04T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T02:17:42.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Sa10FopcOfI/AAAAAAAADB4/reTaIqMBf7Y/s1600-h/16-02-09_1154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Sa10FopcOfI/AAAAAAAADB4/reTaIqMBf7Y/s320/16-02-09_1154.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309027175899085298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here again, its been sometime that i post here on my blog coz i dont have nothing to say like now, hhaayyyy all i know is nabubugnot na ko, nami-miss ko n si santi ko...... &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-494971031390110285?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/494971031390110285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/494971031390110285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2009/03/d.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Sa10FopcOfI/AAAAAAAADB4/reTaIqMBf7Y/s72-c/16-02-09_1154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6290642336280769975</id><published>2009-01-05T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T02:19:07.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://baguio2009.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Baguio 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were planning to go to Timog last january 2 night para gumimik kaso ung mga kasama nmn mga walang kwenta, kaya eto ung timog nmn is naging Baguio, hhehehe.... umalis kmi ng 11:30pm to Baguio then were at Baguio at 4:30am we only travel for 5 hrs, imagine... then lahat ng hamog nakuha nmn as in sobrang lamig kahit tangahali na malamig p rin, kaya at 3pm nasa terminal n ulit kmi to go back to manila at 11pm im home...huhuh nilalagnat na ko paguwi until the following day and sakit ng katawan ko....hhaayyy kapagod pero masaya n din :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6290642336280769975?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6290642336280769975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6290642336280769975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2009/01/baguio-2009-were-planning-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2991125210014834306</id><published>2009-01-05T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T01:12:44.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://newyear09-bitch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New Year "2009"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2991125210014834306?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2991125210014834306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2991125210014834306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-8187086425359777348</id><published>2008-12-28T04:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T04:08:27.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="To My Haters" href="http://graphicshunt.com/images/to_my_haters-1867.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 348px; HEIGHT: 402px" height="422" alt="To My Haters images" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/images/t/to_my_haters-1867.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.graphicshunt.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Images and Pictures for your Website, blog or Forum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-8187086425359777348?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8187086425359777348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8187086425359777348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/12/images-and-pictures-for-your-website.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1746126326334927075</id><published>2008-12-27T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:41:14.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHiT to everyone i hate....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHiT to everyone that makes me feel worst....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHiT for those who treated me like nothing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHiT for having this feeling....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIT&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/34036818-1746126326334927075?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1746126326334927075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1746126326334927075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/12/shit-to-everyone-i-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5066524750751462334</id><published>2008-12-23T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:42:44.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://debtamxmasparty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Team Abby Christmas Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5066524750751462334?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5066524750751462334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5066524750751462334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/12/team-abby-christmas-party.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6675509930414776096</id><published>2008-12-13T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:36:35.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xmasparty2008.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christmas Party 2008&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ at &lt;strong&gt;Grand Terrace&lt;/strong&gt;, 5 Villanueva Drive cor. Commonwealth Ave, Quezon City....December 12, 2008&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;^^ click the link to view more pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6675509930414776096?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6675509930414776096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6675509930414776096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6035686685799442390</id><published>2008-11-14T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T22:46:05.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have u ever felt so &lt;strong&gt;ALONE&lt;/strong&gt; and nothing makes sense, Well that is how i feel right now. I feel like im facing everything by myself with nothing but&lt;strong&gt; TEARS &lt;/strong&gt;and a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Emo Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/241/24150.jpg" alt="Emo Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/emo-24150.html" title="Emo Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Like i cried for you&lt;br /&gt;SOmeday you'll miss me&lt;br /&gt;Like i missed you&lt;br /&gt;Someday you'll need me&lt;br /&gt;Like i needed you&lt;br /&gt;SOmeday you'll love me&lt;br /&gt;But i don't know if i still love you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/" title="Broken Heart Myspace Comments"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.mynicespace.com/467/46746.png" alt="Broken Heart Myspace Comments" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://mnsls.com/broken-heart-46746.html" title="Broken Heart Myspace Comments"&gt;MyNiceSpace.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6035686685799442390?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6035686685799442390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6035686685799442390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/11/mynicespace_14.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1794496760959734633</id><published>2008-11-10T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T02:23:35.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A friend can tell you things you don't want to tell yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends give you the worst news with the best of intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1794496760959734633?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1794496760959734633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1794496760959734633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/11/friend-can-tell-you-things-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7734779692770250293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/11/mynicespace.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1400112061534039343</id><published>2008-10-29T03:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T20:55:21.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/hWuT28REJl"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/hWuT28REJl" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/kennedy13/music/u_DuHgS4/lemar_what_about_love/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What About Love? - Lemar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I took my time to love you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I put no one above you?&lt;br /&gt;What if I did the things&lt;br /&gt;That really mattered?&lt;br /&gt;What if I ran through&lt;br /&gt;Hoops of disaster? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one would care if&lt;br /&gt;We never made it&lt;br /&gt;We're in this alone&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we face it&lt;br /&gt;There is no room to&lt;br /&gt;Blame one another&lt;br /&gt;We just need time to&lt;br /&gt;Forgive each other &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about love?&lt;br /&gt;What about feeling?&lt;br /&gt;What about all the things that make life worth living?&lt;br /&gt;What about faith?&lt;br /&gt;What about trust?&lt;br /&gt;And tell me baby...what about us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I give this&lt;br /&gt;Love a new beginning?&lt;br /&gt;How can I stop the rain?&lt;br /&gt;It's never ending&lt;br /&gt;How do I keep my soul believing?&lt;br /&gt;Memories of how we&lt;br /&gt;Should be keep calling &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the rivers rise&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the happy times&lt;br /&gt;I'll take the moments of disaster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1400112061534039343?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1400112061534039343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1400112061534039343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-about-love-lemar.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-8431080400695997208</id><published>2008-10-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:35:31.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://my23rdbday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my 23rd Birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ click it for more pictures....THANKS GUYS.... mwuah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SPtTFfzER7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/yxuigoGu7-Q/s1600-h/DSC09635_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SPtTFfzER7I/AAAAAAAAB3w/yxuigoGu7-Q/s320/DSC09635_edited.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258888343785326514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6860945067335291631</id><published>2008-10-18T04:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T04:56:05.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GIVING SOMEONE ALL YOUR LOVE IS NEVER AN&lt;br /&gt;ASSURANCE THAT THEY'LL LOVE YOU BACK&lt;br /&gt;SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST NOT MEANT TO YOUR LIFE,&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU WANT THEM TO BE&lt;br /&gt;YOU HUG THEM GOODBYE LIKE IT'S NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;WHILE ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS HOLD ON FOREVER&lt;br /&gt;I USED TO SMILE WHEN I TOLD PEOPLE THAT YOU WERE MINE&lt;br /&gt;BUT NOW, I CAN'T EVEN SMILE AND SAY YOUR MINE&lt;br /&gt;AT THE SAME TIME&lt;br /&gt;AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE &lt;br /&gt;COZ I KNOW YOU WOULD BE HAPPIER IF I LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY IF I MADE YOU CRY, I'M SORRY IF TEARS&lt;br /&gt;FELL FROM YOU EYES&lt;br /&gt;BUT REMEMBER,&lt;br /&gt;FOR EVERY TEAR THAT FELL FROM YOUR EYES,&lt;br /&gt;TWO FELL FROM MINE&lt;br /&gt;MISSING YOU ISN'T THE HARDEST PART,&lt;br /&gt;KNOWING I ONCE HAD YOU, IS WHAT BREAKS MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;I'LL NEVER FORGET THE TIMES WE ONCE SHARED,&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW MUCH YOU ONCE CARED&lt;br /&gt;NOW IT'S OVER, IT'S TIME TO MOVE ON&lt;br /&gt;IT'S NEVER EASY TO SEE YOU TURNING BACK&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I HAVE TO TAKE THE PAIN&lt;br /&gt;AND CRY ALL THE WAY HOME COZ I KNOW IT WILL&lt;br /&gt;NEVER BE THE SAME&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW WHEN YOU LEAVE,&lt;br /&gt;DISTANCE WILL KEEP US APART&lt;br /&gt;BUT DISTANCE,&lt;br /&gt;NO MATTER HOW FAR, CAN'T CHANGE THESE&lt;br /&gt;FEELING'S IN MY HEART&lt;br /&gt;JUST TURN YOUR HEAD WHEN YOU SEE ME&lt;br /&gt;I WILL UNDERSTAND&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY I WILL BE ABLE TO LOOK YOU IN THE EYE&lt;br /&gt;WITHOUT FEELING THE PAIN I'VE CAUSED YOU&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE IN TIME, YOU WILL BE HAPPY AS &lt;br /&gt;YOU CALL MY NAME,ONCE AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;HAPPINESS IS TOO FAR FOR US NOW....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6860945067335291631?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6860945067335291631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6860945067335291631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/10/giving-someone-all-your-love-is-never.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2209569036122315637</id><published>2008-10-16T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:48:33.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://members.tripod.com/mi_ruka0/id17.html"&gt;Heartbreak Quotes&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know what you have until you lose it, and once you lose it, you can never get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was taken by you... broken by you... and now it is in pieces because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who broke my heart, you're the reason my world fell apart, you're the one who made me cry, yet I'm still in love with you and I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my hand, just one more time, so I can remind myself why it is that I can't get over you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the broken hearted. I know how you feel. Empty, betrayed, and no happiness whatsoever. You don't want to laugh, because you know it's not going to help, but you don't want to cry, because it will just make you feel worse. You feel like your heart is falling apart, but not only that, but you know soon your life is going to feel like it's falling apart too. You don't think it will ever end, and no matter what this person has done to you, it feels impossible to stop loving them. And everyone wonders why if they have hurt you so much, then why do you still love them. That's the confusing part, you don't know why, you just do, and the people who hurt you the most, and normally the ones you love the most. And then, after a few weeks, you finally feel a sense of relief, like you're getting happy again, but you know inside that you're just going into denial. And after a few more weeks, you're back to where you were an empty soul and teary eyes. You thought you got over them, but really, you just stopped showing it. And you can't help but to show it again. It leaves deep scars on your heart that are there forever. And no one understands how you feel, and how deep you are hurt, no matter who they are, because it hasn't happened to them And even if it has, every broken heart is different. They don't know the true pain you feel and carry each and everyday now, so you learn that basically you are alone with all this. And the feeling starts to overwhelm you, and suddenly you just break down, right there, because you know you've had enough, the tears just instantly start flowing, and you're to the point where you don't care who see's. Because you've spent so many nights lying awake in bed, and so many days being haunted by the scars and fear of rejection. And in the midst of all these tears, you know that its not helping any, and it's not going to bring them back, if you ever even had them in the first place. After about a million tears have been cried, you finally pull yourself back together and keep going. Your throat starts to clench and your eyes burn with the tears you are trying to hold back. Everyone says, "It will be okay…” But you know it won't. And that’s the truth, it won’t. And you look back on all of the hurt you had from this, and you realize that people are horrible. You're still hurt, but you've learned to hide it so that everyone thinks you are okay. So now every time you see this person, you know you still love them, and you feel a slight tingle in your heart yearning for them to love you, screaming out, but for some reason they don't hear it. And then you sit back and wonder how one person could have caused all of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2209569036122315637?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2209569036122315637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2209569036122315637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/10/heartbreak-quotes-you-never-know-what.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-9205239451534681265</id><published>2008-10-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T22:34:03.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From:  Miss D &lt;br /&gt;Date: Friday, 10 October, 2008 5:52 AM &lt;br /&gt;Subject: Not Your Ordinary Chubby Girl &lt;br /&gt;Message: For the girl whose been always on my side. Thick or thin, rain or shine, ever so helpful. I could find a lot of admin to help me with my daily stuff but I could never find someone who would tell me right into my face the wrong decisions I make and yet would still back me up and never leaves. Salamat Mare, remember, we will always argue about things but in the end, Im here for you! Happy Birthday JENNIFER RARO! MMUUAAHH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^^ Thanks po, i knwo parati tau nag-aaway, hind magkasundo but still ur here with me specially pag problemado and depress ako....THANKS tlg.... mwuah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-9205239451534681265?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9205239451534681265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9205239451534681265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/10/from-miss-d-date-friday-10-october-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-8094010244772691817</id><published>2008-10-08T10:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T10:05:42.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://climatecrisis.net/"&gt;http://climatecrisis.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its difficult to get a man to understand something when his salary  depends upon his not understanding it."  ....Upton Sinclair&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-8094010244772691817?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8094010244772691817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8094010244772691817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/10/httpclimatecrisis.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1664677825126655108</id><published>2008-09-19T06:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T06:49:23.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://grenhillscondo.blogspot.com"&gt;our swimming pix @ condo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1664677825126655108?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1664677825126655108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1664677825126655108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-swimming-pix-condo_18.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2967945454276005880</id><published>2008-09-17T07:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T08:00:55.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SNBIF5ze7FI/AAAAAAAABkU/a7I1Pvij-Gk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SNBIF5ze7FI/AAAAAAAABkU/a7I1Pvij-Gk/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246772832139930706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi mo nga maghintay lng ako babalik k din.....dont worry u have my assurance, i'll be here forever until my last breath waiting for you....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2967945454276005880?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2967945454276005880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2967945454276005880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/09/sabi-mo-nga-maghintay-lng-ako-babalik-k.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SNBIF5ze7FI/AAAAAAAABkU/a7I1Pvij-Gk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1992809971698072964</id><published>2008-09-15T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:42:54.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dont let your past dictate who you are but let it be part of who you will become....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1992809971698072964?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1992809971698072964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1992809971698072964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-let-your-past-dictate-who-you-are.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-4858167067521524573</id><published>2008-09-15T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:37:22.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart frowns &lt;br /&gt;My heart sways &lt;br /&gt;My heart cries &lt;br /&gt;My heart plummets down, down. &lt;br /&gt;My heart doesn't know the meaning of happiness. &lt;br /&gt;My heart only knows the meaning of pure misery. &lt;br /&gt;You may wonder what ails my heart &lt;br /&gt;The only answer to that can never be reveled. &lt;br /&gt;If anyone knew the pain that surrounds my heart &lt;br /&gt;That person may just want to cry, for they would know that the pain is one that can never be healed. &lt;br /&gt;The pain is so beyond comprehension &lt;br /&gt;The pain is so strong that it will never yield. &lt;br /&gt;My heart has become like a plane that has lost all of it's engines &lt;br /&gt;The only fate for it to undergo, is to plummet and end in a huge crash &lt;br /&gt;but their destiny is one that will just end in explosion, no matter the panic they put up. &lt;br /&gt;Just like that flight, that's how my heart feels. &lt;br /&gt;It screams to be saved, but no savior will save it. &lt;br /&gt;Its only destiny is to crash and burn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-4858167067521524573?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4858167067521524573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4858167067521524573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-heart-frowns-my-heart-sways-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-946325736177730319</id><published>2008-09-13T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:38:00.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Charice Pempengco - &lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/itcanonly_mp3.php"&gt;It can only get Better&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;It won't be long before the days are brighter&lt;br /&gt;If every step's an uphill climb, oohh&lt;br /&gt;Carry on until they feel much lighter&lt;br /&gt;For all the clouds up in the sky, oohh&lt;br /&gt;For all the teardrops in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can get only get better&lt;br /&gt;Be still my heart&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;We've come this far&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he should ever come our way&lt;br /&gt;Dry the tears and look somewhere above him&lt;br /&gt;Might be easier to say than to do&lt;br /&gt;But just pretend that you no longer love him&lt;br /&gt;When your back's against the ropes, oohh&lt;br /&gt;When you miss someone the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can get only get better&lt;br /&gt;Be still my heart&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;We've come this far&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts, oohh&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it hurts&lt;br /&gt;For what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;br /&gt;It can only get better&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-946325736177730319?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/946325736177730319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/946325736177730319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/09/charice-pemoengco-it-can-only-get.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5142246010385823586</id><published>2008-09-05T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:43:23.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we all been in love but we never know if thats true love until its over so what if there is no one, or two, or three i mean what if theres no such thing as true love which is to afraid to admit it so we keep on messing up, we keep on pretending to be something that were not, we keep turning our lives upside down, loosing ourselves in something that we hope is better than what we think that we are, what is that something that were looking for? its just exist...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5142246010385823586?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5142246010385823586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5142246010385823586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-all-been-in-love-but-we-never-know.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-303517398540951234</id><published>2008-09-03T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T06:19:41.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SL27r-dmFBI/AAAAAAAABkM/rt2vBQ80SFA/s1600-h/depress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SL27r-dmFBI/AAAAAAAABkM/rt2vBQ80SFA/s320/depress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241551905505022994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronic Depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is a strong feeling of sadness. Many people experience depression in response to a loss or sad event. In these cases, an episode of depression usually lasts for six to nine months. However, when depression lasts longer, and the depressive symptoms go away for a short time only to return again, it is termed chronic depression. While everyone experiences sadness at one time or another, these feelings are generally temporary. Chronic depression is long-lasting, interferes with daily activities, and causes a loss of interest in things that were normally pleasurable to the patient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symptoms of chronic depression may come and go, with periods of depression alternating with periods of no symptoms at all. Chronic depression usually begins gradually, with vague feelings of sadness that gradually build in intensity. The individual may begin to have difficulty sleeping, or want to sleep more than usual. He or she may experience changes in eating habits, feelings of hopelessness, low self-esteem, low energy levels, restlessness, loss of interest in normal activities, decreased sex drive, feelings of guilt for no reason, difficulty maintaining relationships, and difficulty concentrating. In severe cases, the individual may have thoughts of death, or may attempt suicide. People with chronic depression have at least two of these symptoms for a period of two years or more. People with chronic depression are generally gloomy and extremely critical of themselves and others. They are usually seen as extremely negative people, who seem to expect failure and take no pleasure in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronic depression is commonly treated with a combination of drug and psychotherapy. Drugs are used to treat the symptoms of sadness and to correct any chemical imbalances in the brain that contribute to depression. Therapy helps to resolve any personal issues that may have caused the depression. There are many different types of antidepressants and it is helpful to have a basic understanding of each type. One group of antidepressants is called selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors (SSRIs). Drugs classified as SSRIs include fluoxetine and sertraline. These drugs are very effective in treating chronic depression because they increase serotonin levels, which contributes to a feeling of well-being. Any side effects, such as headache, anxiety, diarrhea, sweating, difficulty concentrating, nausea, reduced sex drive, and difficulty sleeping, are generally milder than with other types of antidepressants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-303517398540951234?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/303517398540951234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/303517398540951234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/09/chronic-depression-depression-is-strong.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SL27r-dmFBI/AAAAAAAABkM/rt2vBQ80SFA/s72-c/depress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-320947739869109192</id><published>2008-08-30T07:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:35:47.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SLiLF5ChKBI/AAAAAAAABkE/48bpPfaCKhA/s1600-h/att62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240091099772561426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SLiLF5ChKBI/AAAAAAAABkE/48bpPfaCKhA/s320/att62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Better not to mind the thing that depresses you, cause it only makes you weak inside and out...There's a lot of things you can give your time into.. Don't get stuck with the thing that ruins your day. Smile and be happy! Life is easy, as you wanted it to be....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like the waves it has its ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a roller coaster it has its twists and turns &lt;br /&gt;Life is like a sport it just depends on what we play &lt;br /&gt;Life is like a game of poker it just depends on what we are dealt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life can be given life can be taken &lt;br /&gt;Life can be a curse life can be a blessing &lt;br /&gt;Life can be a pain life can be in sain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has its ways life has its days &lt;br /&gt;Life has its love life has its hate &lt;br /&gt;Life has its gentler touch but it has its harder punch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life brings you your knees when you feel in need &lt;br /&gt;Life brings you a lot of things &lt;br /&gt;but in the end it depends on what we do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-320947739869109192?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/320947739869109192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/320947739869109192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-not-to-mind-thing-that-depresses.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SLiLF5ChKBI/AAAAAAAABkE/48bpPfaCKhA/s72-c/att62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-8313075074234399481</id><published>2008-08-29T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:05:02.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i really like the meaning of these song, just click the title of the song, to hear it; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondhand Serenade - &lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com/upload/show.php?id=92135"&gt;Your call&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your call, I’m sick, call I’m angry&lt;br /&gt;call I’m desperate for your voice&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the song we used to sing&lt;br /&gt;In the car, do you remember&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly, Early Summer&lt;br /&gt;It’s playing on repeat, Just like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;Like when we would meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stripped and polished, I am new, I am fresh&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling so ambitious, you and me, flesh to flesh&lt;br /&gt;Cause every breath that you will take&lt;br /&gt;when you are sitting next to me&lt;br /&gt;will bring life into my deepest hopes, What’s your fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born to tell you I love you&lt;br /&gt;and I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m tired of being all alone, and this&lt;br /&gt;moment makes me want to come back home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-8313075074234399481?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8313075074234399481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8313075074234399481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/secondhand-serenade-your-call-waiting.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6169117625552289259</id><published>2008-08-26T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T08:41:57.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>huhuhuhuhu :((&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SLNRL0UcejI/AAAAAAAABj8/GmSC21aBwrA/s1600-h/adios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238620055026825778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="229" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SLNRL0UcejI/AAAAAAAABj8/GmSC21aBwrA/s320/adios.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6169117625552289259?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6169117625552289259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6169117625552289259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/huhuhuhuhu.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SLNRL0UcejI/AAAAAAAABj8/GmSC21aBwrA/s72-c/adios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-703843958632467191</id><published>2008-08-21T06:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:44:30.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to live a happy and satisfied Life</title><content type='html'>In each day that passes by, we stand by and witness how our lives are being lived without the full happiness and satisfaction we crave and need. Most people spend their time stressed out, worried and on a constant panic about what needs to be done for their futures, raising their children, wired up over work, school, along with everything else. Does this sound familiar? Well if it does, it is because so many people live with this style and pattern. When you can start living that fully happy and satisfied life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way you can live a happy and satisfied life, is when you start doing things that make you happy and satisfied. Sure, it sounds easy, and can be easy if you just remember to make yourself one of your top priorities. Too many people neglect themselves, feeling that it would be selfish if they took any time out to focus on their own being. While it is good to take care of others and other important things going on in your life, it is mandatory that you never forget about yourself. Discover who you really are and what matters most to you. Living a great life does not just happen. It requires, planning and following those plans to a life that reflects who you truly are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people avoid planning goals and dreams in their lives because they may have a fear of committing to it or failing. They feel that by officially writing it down, they would actually have to go through with pursuing it. This is where you need to rate the importance of your life missions. What is most important to you? Is it losing a certain amount of weight? Getting your degree? Spending more time with your spouse or children? Whatever the reason or reasons may be, just write all of them down. You may feel that making a mental note of your goals and dreams is enough, but you could very well be setting yourself up for disappointment and failure. By writing it down, you will become a visual witness of those goals. Try writing them in an organizer, with a little reminder written in each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting deadlines for these goals would be a great way to assure they will be accomplished. Avoid disappointment by setting realistic deadlines. For example, if you wanted to lose 10 pounds, do not give yourself a week to do so. You will only torture yourself and become depressed when the week is over and see that you did not come even close to losing the 10 pounds. In fact, you may give up losing weight altogether because of the failure you experienced, simply because your deadline was unrealistic. Take some time everyday to look over your goals and remind yourself of how important they really are to you. Ask yourself why they are important to you too. Knowing that something is important is not enough. You must know the reasons behind the importance of the dreams and goals you have, so that your mind can see it more clearly and understand exactly why it is so necessary to go through with your missions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-703843958632467191?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/703843958632467191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/703843958632467191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-to-live-happy-and-satisfied-life.html' title='How to live a happy and satisfied Life'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3556788295248454995</id><published>2008-08-21T06:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:42:49.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SKydtUZq_ZI/AAAAAAAABj0/KDryVUJdaOY/s1600-h/manos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236733868621102482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SKydtUZq_ZI/AAAAAAAABj0/KDryVUJdaOY/s320/manos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul. Love should be experienced and not just felt. The depth of love can not be measured. Look at the relationship between a mother and a child. The mother loves the child unconditionally and it can not be measured at all. A different dimension can be attained between any relationships with the magic of love. Love can be created. You just need to focus on the goodness of the other person. If this can be done easily, then you can also love easily. And remember we all have some positive aspect in us, no matter how bad our deeds maybe. And as God said....Love all &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Depending on context, love can be of different varieties. Romantic love is a deep, intense and unending. It shared on a very intimate and interpersonal and sexual relationship. The term Platonic love, familial love and religious love are also matter of great affection. It is more of desire, preference and feelings. The meaning of love will change with each different relationship and depends more on its concept of depth, versatility, and complexity. But at times the very existence of love is questioned. Some say it is false and meaningless. It says that it never exist, because there has been many instances of hatred and brutality in relationships. The history of our world has witnessed many such events. There has been hatred between brothers, parents and children, sibling rivalry and spouses have failed each other. Friends have betrayed each other; the son has killed his parents for the throne, the count is endless. Even the modern generation is also facing with such dilemmas everyday. But �love� is not responsible for that. It is us, the people, who have forgotten the meaning of love and have undertaken such gruesome apathy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be together, share your joy and sorrow, understand each other, provide space to each other, but always be there for each others need. And surely love will blossom to strengthen your relationship with your matter of affection. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3556788295248454995?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3556788295248454995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3556788295248454995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-patient-love-is-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SKydtUZq_ZI/AAAAAAAABj0/KDryVUJdaOY/s72-c/manos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3950094321839249896</id><published>2008-08-21T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T06:07:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SKyQlf2geXI/AAAAAAAABjs/NbmH9-OkyLk/s1600-h/11-06-08_0816.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236719440604723570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="244" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SKyQlf2geXI/AAAAAAAABjs/NbmH9-OkyLk/s320/11-06-08_0816.jpg" width="185" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; do i really need to have all this with me????? &lt;div&gt;i hope i can just smile on it say nothings happened, im ok, ill be fine though we all know its hard and impossible..... oh well, sabi nga: "&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dont let your past dictate who you are but let it be part of who you will become&lt;/span&gt;...." kaya ko toh...... :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3950094321839249896?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3950094321839249896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3950094321839249896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-i-really-need-to-have-all-this-with.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SKyQlf2geXI/AAAAAAAABjs/NbmH9-OkyLk/s72-c/11-06-08_0816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7532790141206382907</id><published>2008-08-14T03:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T03:29:47.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I looked in to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;I told you I was gonna stay forever&lt;br /&gt;But things wont work out right&lt;br /&gt;It's time I have to go&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe it's gone but pls you got to let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont blame you if you turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;The broken dreams and promises we made&lt;br /&gt;And when I leave you pls don't ever look my way&lt;br /&gt;You see me crying over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak, you give me a heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;I got to let you know that babe I love you so&lt;br /&gt;For heartbreak, you give me a heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;It hard letting go, you gonna let me go&lt;br /&gt;We gonna leave it all behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touched me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;With you I came alive&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd live a day without you&lt;br /&gt;And then you came along&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe it's hard but pls you got to let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont blame you if you turn and walk away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7532790141206382907?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7532790141206382907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7532790141206382907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-looked-in-to-your-eyes-i-feel-pain.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-324620683033221580</id><published>2008-08-09T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:07:53.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful in my Eyes</title><content type='html'>You're my peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy world.&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I've tried to find,&lt;br /&gt;Your love is a pearl.&lt;br /&gt;You're my Mona Lisa,&lt;br /&gt;You're my rainbow skies,&lt;br /&gt;And my only paryer is that you realize&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The world will turn,&lt;br /&gt;And the seasons will change,&lt;br /&gt;And all the lesson we will learn&lt;br /&gt;Will be beautiful and strange.&lt;br /&gt;We'll have our fill of tears,&lt;br /&gt;Our share of sighs.&lt;br /&gt;You will always be beautiful in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the passing years will show&lt;br /&gt;That you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;When there are lines upon my face&lt;br /&gt;From a lifetime of smiles,&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes to embrace&lt;br /&gt;For one long last while,&lt;br /&gt;We can laugh about how time really flies.&lt;br /&gt;We won't say goodbye 'cause true love never dies.&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be beautiful in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;The passing years will show that you will always grow&lt;br /&gt;Ever more beautiful in my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-324620683033221580?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/324620683033221580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/324620683033221580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/beautiful-in-my-eyes.html' title='Beautiful in my Eyes'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7087019426690922146</id><published>2008-08-03T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T09:51:59.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennlaguna.blogspot.com/"&gt;Laguna Galore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7087019426690922146?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7087019426690922146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7087019426690922146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/08/laguna-galore.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-4119529661774681730</id><published>2008-07-27T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:50:03.918+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SIwaCrzYn2I/AAAAAAAABO4/1t-ynpImeGI/s1600-h/thingking+of+you.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227581900890611554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SIwaCrzYn2I/AAAAAAAABO4/1t-ynpImeGI/s320/thingking+of+you.....jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u looked at me....&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u call me "ma"....&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u hug me....&lt;br /&gt;i miss the way u treat me....&lt;br /&gt;i miss us together....&lt;br /&gt;i miss everything in you....&lt;br /&gt;i really MISS YOU....&lt;br /&gt;i totally MISS YOU....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-4119529661774681730?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4119529661774681730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4119529661774681730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-miss-way-u-looked-at-me.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SIwaCrzYn2I/AAAAAAAABO4/1t-ynpImeGI/s72-c/thingking+of+you.....jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-367257450619628921</id><published>2008-07-26T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T11:16:34.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My heart pumps fast the first&lt;br /&gt;Time I saw you. And as time flies by&lt;br /&gt;and we get to know each other&lt;br /&gt;more and more, I fell in love with You.&lt;br /&gt;It's unexplainable feeling of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Full of excitement every time I get near YOU, my dear&lt;br /&gt;My life started to have colors and&lt;br /&gt;My heart dances with joy and laughter&lt;br /&gt;It's a feeling I never experienced before.&lt;br /&gt;It's like being reborn in a different dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectant of seeing you each day.&lt;br /&gt;A glance of YOU makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like being in dreamland with my dream guy&lt;br /&gt;And waking up would really make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like a princess in a fairy tale,&lt;br /&gt;I've found my prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;And as I ride with you on your noble stead&lt;br /&gt;We dance with the winds&lt;br /&gt;And listen to the sound of the breeze&lt;br /&gt;As it whispers sweet music into our ears&lt;br /&gt;Ready to conquer the world&lt;br /&gt;Within our midst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world is never going to be the&lt;br /&gt;same without YOU now.&lt;br /&gt;You are a bullet that hits me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I died and so to be reborn&lt;br /&gt;and experience life  like I never did before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-367257450619628921?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/367257450619628921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/367257450619628921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-heart-pumps-fast-first-time-i-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1886800788811229008</id><published>2008-07-25T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T14:55:36.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SImBDRAk0mI/AAAAAAAABOo/5DGHNPW5vDU/s1600-h/hayyy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226850735645577826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" height="173" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SImBDRAk0mI/AAAAAAAABOo/5DGHNPW5vDU/s320/hayyy.gif" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hhaaayyyy,, its been a year since u left us and i still miss u..... i miss how u take care of me, i miss how the way u show how much u love me, i miss everything bout u.... i know your happy wherever u are now.... love u papa.... now i can say that i already started to move on forward for mama and sis, i promise to be a good daughter and still ur here with me/us.... we love you so much....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1886800788811229008?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1886800788811229008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1886800788811229008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/07/hhaaayyyy-its-been-year-since-u-left-us.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SImBDRAk0mI/AAAAAAAABOo/5DGHNPW5vDU/s72-c/hayyy.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5453306097165958114</id><published>2008-07-24T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T08:55:55.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SIfSnVEL3XI/AAAAAAAABOg/tr_5QWrsBYE/s1600-h/24cdug7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226377465698180466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="236" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SIfSnVEL3XI/AAAAAAAABOg/tr_5QWrsBYE/s320/24cdug7.jpg" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Its really hard to show everybody how u feel,&lt;br /&gt;scared of letting them know what's bothering you....&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes lying would be an excellent remedy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to overshadow the tears from your eyes.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;U hide the pain by smiling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u hide the tears by laughing, and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;u hide the sadness by lying.... and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sometimes u just want to trade your life &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;just to experience a minute of happines &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that will really change everything... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But that's what makes it ironic, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the more you seek for happiness, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the more you lose it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5453306097165958114?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5453306097165958114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5453306097165958114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-really-hard-to-show-everybody-how-u.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SIfSnVEL3XI/AAAAAAAABOg/tr_5QWrsBYE/s72-c/24cdug7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-570962537994504126</id><published>2008-07-07T07:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:12:04.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SHFY8UDzciI/AAAAAAAABOI/35IB_a_eBYU/s1600-h/Faith+of+the+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220051236299174434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" height="256" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SHFY8UDzciI/AAAAAAAABOI/35IB_a_eBYU/s320/Faith+of+the+Heart.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SHFY8UDzciI/AAAAAAAABOI/35IB_a_eBYU/s1600-h/Faith+of+the+Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep of the night&lt;br /&gt;Where a dream of rain fell on me&lt;br /&gt;And in every single drop&lt;br /&gt;Were a colourful angel&lt;br /&gt;Smiling a piece of sea.&lt;br /&gt;A silent melody&lt;br /&gt;Could be guess;&lt;br /&gt;All peacefully toned&lt;br /&gt;As a choir in a mass&lt;br /&gt;Then I catch them.&lt;br /&gt;Like a child pick shells&lt;br /&gt;Nears the sea.&lt;br /&gt;I treasured them&lt;br /&gt;On my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Where they wrapped&lt;br /&gt;With love my soul.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so wonderful trapped&lt;br /&gt;I just want to stay there&lt;br /&gt;Where is my world, my home,&lt;br /&gt;my dream, my fairly&lt;br /&gt;happiness fold.&lt;br /&gt;Where I swim in heaven,&lt;br /&gt;with angels in such&lt;br /&gt;colourful world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-570962537994504126?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/570962537994504126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/570962537994504126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/07/deep-of-night-where-dream-of-rain-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SHFY8UDzciI/AAAAAAAABOI/35IB_a_eBYU/s72-c/Faith+of+the+Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7157767690201506847</id><published>2008-07-04T07:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:10:27.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SHFZek5TzWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/CLr7rwP3kog/s1600-h/20080408005155-bulimia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220051824934112610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" height="258" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SHFZek5TzWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/CLr7rwP3kog/s320/20080408005155-bulimia2.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;im really not on my mind, no ones knows what going on with me coz no ones cares for me except for my papa and myself....i just felt un-appreciated on things what im doing (of course i did something wrong, but does it mean na bobo ako? hindi kailangan na ipamukha sakin ung mali ko coz i know) leaving ALONE and forever ALONE makes me so depress....i just want to cry, cry nd cry.... happy anniversary to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7157767690201506847?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7157767690201506847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7157767690201506847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-really-not-on-my-mind-no-ones-knows.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SHFZek5TzWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/CLr7rwP3kog/s72-c/20080408005155-bulimia2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5764338839533954370</id><published>2008-06-23T08:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:23:46.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jennbday.blogspot.com/"&gt;mama tin-tin's birthday &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mama tin-tin's birthday last june 18 but we celelebrate it last june 21 to surprise her from maharlika family, and our visitors, dukha (lorijane), alipin (mara and christian), stepsister (tonie) and kapitbahay (ave, jassy).....hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5764338839533954370?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5764338839533954370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5764338839533954370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/06/mama-tin-tins-birthday-its-mama-tin.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2922917975758723264</id><published>2008-06-12T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:53:10.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In life, what matters is:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;- not what we bought but what we built&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- not what we got but what we shared&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- not our success but our significance&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- not what we learned but what we taught&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- not our competence but our character&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- not how  long we will be remembered but by whom and for what&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Live a life that matters, that cares, that loves..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2922917975758723264?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2922917975758723264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2922917975758723264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-life-what-matters-is.html' title='In life, what matters is:'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3166766149457138059</id><published>2008-06-12T07:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:53:17.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>4days to go its "Father's Day" na....hay it makes me depress again, how i miss my papa....this is my first year celebrating this occation without my papa beside me.... :(( we all miss u papa... i know ur happy na....dont worry bout us, were all good, me with my work, sis with her studies going good and mom, hindi n sya masyado sakitin lately..... i love u papa.... &gt;:D&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3166766149457138059?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3166766149457138059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3166766149457138059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/06/4days-to-go-its-fathers-day-na.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2992577065360698439</id><published>2008-06-12T07:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T07:25:57.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life is a constant battle for survival, and as we growolder, the rules changes in daily basis... Our mission is not to escape, but to survive, not to deal with triumph, but to deal with failure, not to run away from fear, but to  master it. It takes courage to keep on fighting. So if u feel like rules has shifted one step higher, deal with it with greater faith and never ever surrender. stand firm, keep the faith, be brave and be strong... you/we can do it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2992577065360698439?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2992577065360698439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2992577065360698439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/06/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-240588023904203967</id><published>2008-05-31T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T09:40:49.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new phone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SECsRYMUfoI/AAAAAAAABGE/mEUpNSA9dRw/s1600-h/SGH-G600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206350583792172674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="197" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SECsRYMUfoI/AAAAAAAABGE/mEUpNSA9dRw/s320/SGH-G600.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;here is my new phone, i love it....after sometimes i bought a new again...but the one i have is color pink.... :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-240588023904203967?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/240588023904203967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/240588023904203967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-new-phone.html' title='my new phone'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SECsRYMUfoI/AAAAAAAABGE/mEUpNSA9dRw/s72-c/SGH-G600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7408694277710326259</id><published>2008-04-01T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:50:32.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jenn-grace.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;@ grace house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7408694277710326259?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7408694277710326259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7408694277710326259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/03/grace-house_31.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-224041239848478788</id><published>2008-03-29T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T07:37:49.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate everything, everyone.......they makes me feel that im NOTHING....shit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I thought having lots of friends helps me to move on and overcome my depression but its NOT, unless they makes me feel worst and more depress..... i know i've done wrong things lately (work, personnal things), or let say is not that wrong, im just depending myself and clear to them but they mis-intepret everything, and they judging me that easy without even knowing the real me.. even in work, aarrrrgggggg....ok now i'll prove to everyone that i can do those things without them.. i even hate myself for being affected that easy 'coz it makes me really bad, all i want now is to cry and cry and cry and cry.. :(( ...(it helps me to ease the pain) as if everything will back to normal if i do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah, i looked ok, i smile, laugh with those jokes and go out with them but deep inside IM NOT OK....really not ok....i don't know what's going on but that's what i feel...no one knows what i feel, 'coz no one understands me...&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/34036818-224041239848478788?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/224041239848478788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/224041239848478788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-hate-everything-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6335196269466934615</id><published>2008-03-26T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T14:21:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"i am trying to correct my life, trying not to be wrong again but i always remember that being wrong sometimes makes me a better persOn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eVeRyDaY I tRy 2 sMiLe, BuT i EnDeD uP ShOwInG SaD FaCe..I tRy To MoVe,&amp;amp; I aLwAyS eNd Up GeTin HuRt.. NoW Im StArTiN 2 FiL DoWn &amp;amp; LoNeLy &amp;amp; I aSk WaT CuD bE D RiSoN 4 DiS? DeN I rEaLiZed wAt BRUNNER-SUDDART sEd "DEPRESSION IS RELATED TO CHRONIC PAIN""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6335196269466934615?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6335196269466934615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6335196269466934615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-trying-to-correct-my-life-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3131403144318701189</id><published>2008-03-26T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T13:42:32.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LIBRA&lt;/span&gt; - The Partner for LifeCaring and kind. Smart. Center ofattention. High appeal. Has the lastword. Good to find, hard to keep. Funto be around. Extremely weird but in agood way. Good Sense of Humor!!!Thoughtful. &lt;strong&gt;Always gets what he or she wants&lt;/strong&gt;. Loves to joke. Very popular.Silly, fun and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; yeah that's all true....hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3131403144318701189?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3131403144318701189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3131403144318701189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/03/libra-partner-for-lifecaring-and-kind.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7184764579500814900</id><published>2008-03-06T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:55:46.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its been how many days since my puppy died and i miss her a lot. She's been there for me since my papa died..  i hate everything...lahat ng importante sakin is nawawala, first thing si papa, all know how important he is for me, im working for them coz i want to give them what they gave to me and then this things happened and now i lost my puppy.....SHIT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I admit im still longing for my dad though i promise that i will move on but still its hard....&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much.....&lt;br /&gt;i miss you papa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7184764579500814900?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7184764579500814900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7184764579500814900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-been-how-many-days-since-my-puppy.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-8198419926958862060</id><published>2008-02-20T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:38:16.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennbatangas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Batangas Galore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-8198419926958862060?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8198419926958862060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8198419926958862060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/02/batangas-galore.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-8272149661463137934</id><published>2008-02-14T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T01:44:52.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R7L9sar2poI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_0FjuDzEntc/s1600-h/black+heart.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166470662066710146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R7L9sar2poI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_0FjuDzEntc/s320/black+heart.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"people change for two reasons... either&lt;br /&gt;they've learned enough that they want to or&lt;br /&gt;they've been hurt enough that they have&lt;br /&gt;to.."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aarrrrggggg i hate this valentines....i hate this month....coz you hurt me....your my friend and u mean a lot to me coz you've done lots of good things to me, thats why it hurt me when you said that thing and your ignoring me.... and i hate you for doing it to me, and making me felt that im just an ____....Hope your happy na on your decision.Dont wori im not going to bother you anymore, anyway Thanks for all you've done to me....i'll treasure everything....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-8272149661463137934?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8272149661463137934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/8272149661463137934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/02/people-change-for-two-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R7L9sar2poI/AAAAAAAAAmk/_0FjuDzEntc/s72-c/black+heart.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2102700502669665753</id><published>2008-02-02T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:31:10.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;wow its 2nd month of this year, 2nd day of the month and 2nd day ko ng walang tulog and rest...huhuhu :(( well when it comes to work, as in grabe sa STRESS this month, first of all start n ulit ang one big campaign namin, second dadating n sila boss, third lots of probs....like now grabe as in stress n nga nakaka-DEPRESS pa...my mom is in the hospital again, grabe maloloka n ko....sabi nila 9 months to overcome depression then after that and u still cant move on it means luka-luka ka na...lolz....but its been 5 months now for me and still cant move on, i only have 4 months to overcome it hope i can do it, ayaw kong maluka....can someone help me???? God please help me.... i just miss everything....maybe im just paranoid with something na pwedeng magyari but i dont want it to happen, aaarrrrrgggg i hate myself.....HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2102700502669665753?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2102700502669665753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2102700502669665753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/02/wow-its-2nd-month-of-this-year-2nd-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-4955379996480560767</id><published>2008-01-30T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:24:10.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your soul is relaxed and you are laid back. You have a lot of love and friendships in your life. Your love life will not be too great, but eventually you will find your soul mate. Your life will take on a different direction, it will seem hard at time but will be the best thing for you, you will be glad for the change. You like adventure. You are loyal to your friends and your lover and are very reversed.         === huhuhu chaka :(( ang pangit nmn ng hula sakin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-4955379996480560767?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4955379996480560767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4955379996480560767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/01/your-soul-is-relaxed-and-you-are-laid.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-9171849299434289832</id><published>2008-01-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:20:06.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -&lt;br /&gt;1. Time&lt;br /&gt;2. Words&lt;br /&gt;3. Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that can destroy a person - &lt;br /&gt;1. Anger&lt;br /&gt;2. Pride&lt;br /&gt;3.Unforgiveness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that you should never lose-  &lt;br /&gt;1. Hope&lt;br /&gt;2. Peace&lt;br /&gt;3. Honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that are most valuable -&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Family &amp;amp;   Friends&lt;br /&gt;3.Kindness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things in life that are never certain -  &lt;br /&gt;1. Fortune&lt;br /&gt;2. Success&lt;br /&gt;3. Dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that make a person -     &lt;br /&gt;1.Commitment&lt;br /&gt;2. Sincerity &lt;br /&gt;3. Hard work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that are truly constant -  &lt;br /&gt;Father - Son - Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments,    PRAISE GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Difficult moments,  SEEK GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Quiet moments,     WORSHIP GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Painful moments,  TRUST GOD.&lt;br /&gt;Every moment,      THANK GOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-9171849299434289832?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9171849299434289832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9171849299434289832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/01/three-things-in-life-that-once-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-829407195586744574</id><published>2008-01-24T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:09:09.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R5iaWFHbTLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/VUIGSaeyQ7E/s1600-h/sad_sadGirlInked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159043077274029234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R5iaWFHbTLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/VUIGSaeyQ7E/s320/sad_sadGirlInked.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SHIT&lt;/span&gt;....thats all i can say on whats going on this past few dyas..Lots of changes, lots of circumstances and i cant take it anymore...first of all until now i dont have my salary, its been 3 days late..and here are the agents borrowing money, did they even know that i still dont have it on my pocket? Shit!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WORK?&lt;/span&gt; nah i dont have any problem with my work actually i love what im doing coz it makes me busy to the extent that i can forget my depression and ngaun ko p lng na-eenjoy ung being in a call center, its just that some will change.. but i want to make it clear that im not going to ATTACK you at your back coz im not that person and im not going to do it coz your still my friend, its just that i want you to know that u cant blame me for doing it coz its my job not yours..(sana b pag hinanap un ikaw ang mapapagalitan e di nmn, AKO di ba)....and u even teach me to defend or fight for it if u think its right....anyway just want to thank you for putting me in this position and i really apreciate all what you've teached to me, you did a big part in my life and i will treasure it..thanks for everything....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Question?&lt;/span&gt; Why is it there are people that they can't accept that they did wrong sometimes???? though we all know that your intelligent and your the boss,but theres no exemption when it comes to doing some bad things or wrong things or whatever...(tao lng tau at lahat nagkakamali kahit ganu man katalino ang isang tao)....anyway its all done and we cant change it just hope that this will end and face the the new chapter of our life.... be mature enough to all.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY LIFE?&lt;/span&gt; its complicated really complicated....even me myself can't explain what's going on with me....all i know is im depress in everything....before when its my college life i had this case study and my topic is about DEPRESSION and gues what, it took a month for me to finish it coz its hard to explain unless you experienced it already or you had a background 'bout it but now give it to me again and i can do and explain it more as in coz i'll can even put myself as a sample....hope i can go back to my old life where in life is so easy...huhuhu i want to cry :(( ....why am i experiencing all of this? im still too young for this kind of situation.....i hate everything......i still can't move on for my past....its realy hard for me...can someone help me with this....maybe i need phsyciatrist...wah i dont want im not crazy...im just depress and i want to change it but HOW????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-829407195586744574?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/829407195586744574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/829407195586744574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/01/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R5iaWFHbTLI/AAAAAAAAAmU/VUIGSaeyQ7E/s72-c/sad_sadGirlInked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1103924886069055707</id><published>2008-01-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T21:55:43.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams Destroying my sleep&lt;br /&gt;How can hurt reach so deep&lt;br /&gt;Walking up is too much effort&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is a luxury i can't afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression overwhelms my soul&lt;br /&gt;Deep darkness, a big black hole&lt;br /&gt;Sadness eats it way through my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where does it end, where did it start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can understand this pain&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose, nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a neverending maze&lt;br /&gt;Every moment just a dizzy daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have done to me?&lt;br /&gt;if only the future i could see&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of shadows in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Will i ever make my mark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unseen tears flowing for my heart&lt;br /&gt;I must go on, play my part&lt;br /&gt;Life has to continue for today&lt;br /&gt;Living  my life, come what may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to be thankful for&lt;br /&gt;How can i ask for more?&lt;br /&gt;I just wish this could go away&lt;br /&gt;For me to have a natural day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1103924886069055707?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1103924886069055707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1103924886069055707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreams-destroying-my-sleep-how-can-hurt.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3939040744183713649</id><published>2008-01-18T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:09:15.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I hate this week.....chaka kc wala ako boses, grabe nmn malat ko..... di p nmn ako sanay ng ganto pero anyway di nmn ako late s mga chikka, hehehe.....updated p rin to noh....lolz..and i need to be ok coz we have a busy weekend...lots of gala as in....kailangan sulitin na ang pag-gagala kc pagdating nila boss tambak n nmn ang work....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3939040744183713649?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3939040744183713649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3939040744183713649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-hate-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5615515499994187196</id><published>2008-01-01T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T00:49:56.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;its &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;new year&lt;/span&gt;...another year, another circumstances, another history of our life (my life), another bunch of happiness, another seconds to cry, to be hurt.....huhuhuuh :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YEAR 2007&lt;/span&gt; - very depressing year for me.... why: my papa died then my mom got her 2nd stoke :( lots of trials this year... and i dont know if i can handle if theres another more... but when it comes to work, everything were really ok,i promoted and having paid for this age like that (but not that big ha kc naghihirap n ko ngaun) yeah sobrang stress but its fun,lotz of friends to meet, lots of challenges, i can do and go whenever i want, just like what i did when i went to tagaytay and baguio without plan...its fun, it seems that another mission accomplished....hehehe :)... and good coz another year will pass and were still together caring and protecting each other....thanks for having you in my life...i really appreciate it though we've encountered lots of trials this year....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway another year will come, hope its a new good and a real happy year for us....and i hope that i can start to move on by now....coz i need to....hope that jesus will takes us in a real good wheel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5615515499994187196?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5615515499994187196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5615515499994187196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5894284752256567346</id><published>2007-12-25T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T03:08:32.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hay, its christmas but it seems not.....why? coz there were lots of changes now...as in lotz of changes....i know its been how many months pero its really hard to move on....though im happy on whats going on right now pero kulang p din e iba p din pag andyan sya....hay miss n tlg kita papa.....sana u were still here e di sana may kasama ako kakulitan ngaun...wwwwaaaaaahhhhhhhh :((&lt;br /&gt;anyway merry christmas to all and specially to my family and my dearest papa....&lt;br /&gt;i love you papa....&lt;br /&gt;miss u na po....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5894284752256567346?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5894284752256567346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5894284752256567346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/12/hay-its-christmas-but-it-seems-not.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3808712838656641245</id><published>2007-12-12T02:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T22:09:30.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jennparty.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christmas Party 2007&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our Christmas Party 2007 @ Legend Villa with all the staff and account holder...grabe kala ko hindi kami kasama ni ms.d kc hindi nmn econnect naghandle samin but anyway at least andun sa list ung name kahit hand written.hehehe..pero boring ung party kc borlogs n kami that time (from baguio to party)...lolz....ok here are some of our pictures......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3808712838656641245?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3808712838656641245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3808712838656641245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-party-2007-our-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7634971960486494664</id><published>2007-12-11T08:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T02:18:41.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jennbaguio.blogspot.com/"&gt;baguio galore&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;another mission accomplished.....lolz.....we went to baguio for 1 day and its exciting coz we dont plan anything going there, it just happened that one day were given 2 days off so we decided to go there....when were there already we dont even know were are we going to stay the whole night, dont have any plan, it just happened....and were happy......are next place to go is Subic.....here we come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7634971960486494664?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7634971960486494664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7634971960486494664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/12/baguio-galore.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7813084625415847199</id><published>2007-12-02T04:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T05:13:02.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R1HOCmoRfrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Bt6gFAN3SD8/s1600-R/peace+spot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139115193930972850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R1HOCmoRfrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/sqpL7xUl96I/s320/peace+spot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R1HNemoRfqI/AAAAAAAAAV8/-gSaWKwwPSM/s1600-R/peace+spot.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I want peacefull place like this.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There must be a beautiful morning somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A dawn lit by justice and judgment is fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place where a helping hand is held out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An ear that will listen stands poised &amp;amp; devout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place to go when your heart needs attending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place where a spirit gets healing &amp;amp; mending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where love's fire burns bright day &amp;amp; night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In from the cold you may warm by its light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There must be a brilliant evening somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where the sun finally sets on pain &amp;amp; despair..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The coming of night is not filled with grief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And comforting sleep brings you joyful relief&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place where the sunset is apt to reflect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A day without malice, without disrespect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place where the only tears shed, are for joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And a heart isn't battered &amp;amp; bounced like a toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There must be a wonderful day somewhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In a place filled with love &amp;amp; a need to care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place where the burdens of conflict are lifted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where love is a skill and all lovers are gifted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where daily are spoken the words that support&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And every mistake is not met with retort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where the land has not soaked up the blood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where honor and truth are not cast in the mud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A place where the children are not left alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where Sisters &amp;amp; Brothers may come to atone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where homeless/helpless don't cower in fright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hearts &amp;amp; the minds of the world can unite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So you set on a journey to seek out this land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With compass and map and a vision so grand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To find peace &amp;amp; comfort in a new world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Where waters are crystal &amp;amp; skies are so blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Showers that cleanse &amp;amp; winds that refresh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The Spirit is fed &amp;amp; not just the flesh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But search as you may.. what you'll find to be true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That it cannot be found.. until it's found within you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-7813084625415847199?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7813084625415847199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7813084625415847199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-peacefull-place-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R1HOCmoRfrI/AAAAAAAAAWE/sqpL7xUl96I/s72-c/peace+spot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3232843218247022366</id><published>2007-12-01T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T23:23:15.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here i am again writing whats on my mind&lt;br /&gt;and i hate myself for being like this&lt;br /&gt;why is it hard for me to forget the past????&lt;br /&gt;why am i suffering this kind of things????&lt;br /&gt;who am i going to blame for this????&lt;br /&gt;what is the best thing to do????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im always like this.....&lt;br /&gt;and im sick and tired of this.....&lt;br /&gt;i want to make something else than this....&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to places were i can think, relax,&lt;br /&gt;to know more myself....&lt;br /&gt;to lighten my mind....&lt;br /&gt;everything in me....&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaarrrrrggggggg &lt;br /&gt;i want to cry :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3232843218247022366?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3232843218247022366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3232843218247022366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/here-i-am-again-writing-whats-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3992101535926473961</id><published>2007-11-30T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:09:46.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HURT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were but I walked away&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want to call you but I know you won't be there&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;You know it's so hard to say goodbye when it comes to this&lt;br /&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes and see you looking back&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myselfIf I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that&lt;br /&gt;I've missed you since you've been away&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line to try to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;By hurting you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3992101535926473961?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3992101535926473961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3992101535926473961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/hurt-seems-like-it-was-yesterday-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2052995326987412377</id><published>2007-11-29T08:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:50:30.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;they said that im bad,and i hate myself thats true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;im bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;huhuhuhuhuhu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2052995326987412377?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2052995326987412377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2052995326987412377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/they-said-that-im-badand-i-hate-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3135331182547935759</id><published>2007-11-29T08:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:49:10.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am outside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I've been waiting for the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With my wide eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've seen worlds that don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tell me why we live like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Keep me safe inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Your arms like towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause we are broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What must we do to restore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everything and the promise we adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Give us life again cause we just wanna be whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3135331182547935759?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3135331182547935759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3135331182547935759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-am-outside-and-ive-been-waiting-for.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1413587675602426883</id><published>2007-11-27T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T08:51:08.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5eabc0af15505c9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1413587675602426883?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e5eabc0af15505c9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1413587675602426883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1413587675602426883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/grabe-this-is-one-of-video-of-my-baby.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-4624228212822907545</id><published>2007-11-20T09:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T02:26:02.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;CONTENTMENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever, at any one time, had the feeling that life is bad, realbad, and you wish you were in another situation?You find life make things difficult for you, work sucks, life sucks,Everything seems to go wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135361228880611938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R0R31FC-CmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8yYgNEDufZg/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Contentment is not the fulfillment of what you want; it is the realization of how much you already have."When the door of happiness closes, another opens, but often times we look so long at the closed door that we don't see the one which has been opened for us. It's true that we don't know what we've got until we lose it, but it's also true that we don't know what we've been missing until it arrives. The happiest of people don't necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way. The brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past, you can't go on well in life until you let go of your past failures and heartaches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“When we wake up each morning we have two choices, either go back to sleep and dream or stand up and chase those dreams. The choice is yours..”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-4624228212822907545?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4624228212822907545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4624228212822907545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/contentment-have-you-ever-at-any-one.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R0R31FC-CmI/AAAAAAAAAVk/8yYgNEDufZg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-4332028781909856603</id><published>2007-11-14T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T07:21:28.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RzosHNh5pYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5i7tgjjbkv4/s1600-h/lonely_morning_bench.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132463227744658818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RzosHNh5pYI/AAAAAAAAAVE/5i7tgjjbkv4/s320/lonely_morning_bench.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wanna go with places like this,,it feels good....first of all its very relaxing, quite, peacefull this is the place for me were i can write all what i feel, poems, everything on my mind....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i want to refresh my brains in all those problems, trials, verything.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just love myself......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-4332028781909856603?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4332028781909856603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/4332028781909856603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-wanna-go-with-places-like-thisit.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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cage she cry and cry and cry.....i love my pet, even im very very tired  and sleppy from work when i saw her i fell complete....hay....love u tonie....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2909465258779663368?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=41e7587323b1017&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2909465258779663368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2909465258779663368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-her-2nd-video-and-her-2nd-day.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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She's really cute and friendly....&lt;br /&gt;She's still shy, and still stress 'coz of transportation....&lt;br /&gt;i'll take some more videos to see her development....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5291525866746748169?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3e60f29981b04364&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e820daf8be61026&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5291525866746748169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5291525866746748169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-her-first-video.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3123091191722820566</id><published>2007-11-05T06:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T06:56:12.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Ry5LrdqqkUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EM_ClncAFyg/s1600-h/road.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129120235691610434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 382px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Ry5LrdqqkUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EM_ClncAFyg/s320/road.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is how i describe my feelings or what i am right now...parang naglalakbay ako sa isang daan na tuwid nga maganda, malinis maayos walang harang pero wala namang katapusan... i just hate on were i am right now 'coz it makes me feel alone , im really depress, and i dont know what to do...I want a peacefull life....where in i can think on what is good and right for me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3123091191722820566?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3123091191722820566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3123091191722820566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-how-i-describe-my-feelings-or.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Ry5LrdqqkUI/AAAAAAAAAU8/EM_ClncAFyg/s72-c/road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1698970338829294548</id><published>2007-11-02T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T23:23:03.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;november 1, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;before if this date come we usually go to my lola with all my moms relatives but now it changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;before this date comes i make sure that his place is good, nice and beautifull coz that is the place were he lives now and still his soul is there with god and i know he is happy and peacefull now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;apa we missed u a lot....hope that you were happy with them and for us because were trying our best to meet our goal and to reach what you want for us, to be succesfull in life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; missed you papa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;e love you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;love you papa....&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/34036818-1698970338829294548?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1698970338829294548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1698970338829294548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/11/november-1-2007-before-if-this-date.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-9166923633352858652</id><published>2007-10-31T08:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:54:07.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;can remember the very first time i cried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How i wiped my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Buried the pain inside....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All of my memories, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good and Bad that passed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Didn't even take the time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To realize....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Staring at the cracks in the wall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Waiting for it all to come to an end....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still i curl up right under the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cause it takes over my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lying awake....watching the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How the birds will sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As i count the rings around my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Constantly pushing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The world i now aside....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont even feel the pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I dont even want to try....&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/34036818-9166923633352858652?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9166923633352858652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9166923633352858652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-can-remember-very-first-time-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-9182517311746219667</id><published>2007-10-12T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T08:55:15.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;October 11, 2007&lt;br /&gt;ITs my birthday.....&lt;br /&gt;what do i feel??????&lt;br /&gt;aaahhhhmmmm i felt so lonely and this is the most bad birthday happened in my life....&lt;br /&gt;This is my 1st birthday without my papa....&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what's going on, all i know is im depressed and i felt all alone....i felt im empty, im scared of everything, im just NOTHING OR did i made myself wrong??? 'coz they makes me feel that i am those.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate everything....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-9182517311746219667?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9182517311746219667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/9182517311746219667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-birthday.html' title='my birthday'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2537655219054875381</id><published>2007-10-03T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:29:11.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rw4-iS-jg5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/5EiGk4XMWUw/s1600-h/Ganda+p+rin.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120098585297519506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" height="199" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rw4-iS-jg5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/5EiGk4XMWUw/s320/Ganda+p+rin.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hay nakakapagod, walang ibang pwedeng gawin kundi trabaho, tulog, trabaho, tulog everyday 12 hours a day 7 days a week diba, pamatay walang off pero nalilubang ako ngaun sa other activity ko sa buhay, kundi mag-GYM after shift. para n din pumayat ako....&lt;/span&gt; here i am FITNESS FIRST humanda kau kailangan ko pumayat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here are some my pix sa gym....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gympix.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://gympix.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2537655219054875381?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2537655219054875381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2537655219054875381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/10/hay-nakakapagod-walang-ibang-pwedeng.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rw4-iS-jg5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/5EiGk4XMWUw/s72-c/Ganda+p+rin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6658813381827147830</id><published>2007-09-28T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:20:55.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Party @ antipolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2ITy-jgiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fpBm1mph_BQ/s1600-h/DSC04369.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115394625445790242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" height="192" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2ITy-jgiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fpBm1mph_BQ/s320/DSC04369.JPG" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ere's another outing that we spent all together..imagine after shift go directly to the swimming party then after that go straight to the office again...WOW!!! but it's ok 'coz our boss were gonna leave soon so they celebrate a despedida party for us at Antipolo near Mr. Lagman's House. Food were all good specialy the shrimp from "Pepeton's Gril Catering Service"..everyone enjoyed some were singing, dancing, drinking alcohol...and we even prepare a presentation specially from our "baklas" they were very good performer and fun games....hihihi!!!! and here are some of our pictures.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://despididaparty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;lots of pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6658813381827147830?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6658813381827147830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6658813381827147830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/09/swimming-party-antipolo.html' title='Swimming Party @ antipolo'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2ITy-jgiI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fpBm1mph_BQ/s72-c/DSC04369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5759727297765919708</id><published>2007-09-25T06:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:21:19.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2LUi-jgkI/AAAAAAAAARg/DWNiHafUnTA/s1600-h/sad+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115397936865575490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2LUi-jgkI/AAAAAAAAARg/DWNiHafUnTA/s320/sad+pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;his is the most missing day for us..it's my papa's birthday...we went to the cemetery and stayed there for how many hours even though theres a rain..i talked to him and i know he's listening to me..just want to inform him and promise to him that i will take care of my mom and sis, i will work for them to my sis to finish studies and for my mom's medication and for my mom to be happy abd proud to me...specially to you papa i missed you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we go to church to pray and whisper some word that worth it. thanks for all the blessings not just for us for everyone and to continue taking good care if us...then i treat my family together with my tito's family who's living with us to take care of my mom when me and my sis were not around, we just ate at KFC 'coz our little kid at house wants there and buy some stuff and do grocery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how we missed you papa....I REALLY MISSED YOU PAPA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope u are still with us but we know we cant change the date and time but i just to inform you that im proud that you are my papa, ur the best....&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/34036818-5759727297765919708?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5759727297765919708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5759727297765919708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-most-missing-day-for-us.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2LUi-jgkI/AAAAAAAAARg/DWNiHafUnTA/s72-c/sad+pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6206586287424725726</id><published>2007-08-20T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:22:00.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RsjMZS3yRqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/73O525NMgaw/s1600-h/natakpan+n+ung+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100551312931702434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" height="193" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RsjMZS3yRqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/73O525NMgaw/s320/natakpan+n+ung+bear.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t’s been a long time since we met and I can say that we’ve known each other likes and dislikes. I know I still act as a child but in terms in our relationship I know grew up already and I appreciate all what we’ve shared together. We experienced lots of trials even if it is simple or really bad we solved it and you were still there for me and I really really appreciate it….I love babe more than you ever know….advance happy 5th year anniversary….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love u babe....&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/34036818-6206586287424725726?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6206586287424725726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6206586287424725726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-ts-been-long-time-since-we-met-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RsjMZS3yRqI/AAAAAAAAAMc/73O525NMgaw/s72-c/natakpan+n+ung+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1210094489686586129</id><published>2007-08-11T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:22:21.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RsbJrC3yRbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uDjnqn8SuMM/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099985369386075570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="279" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RsbJrC3yRbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uDjnqn8SuMM/s320/9.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; im here again writing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh well just want to share our "kalokohans"...imagine though there's a storm we go to bulacan in our place to go swimming....(imagine what we looks like) 'coz we did it again we meet our quota again so here we are spending our off to bulacan...we go swimming @ Ciudad Clementino Resort kahit baha and bumabagyo tlg go pa rin swim p rin 'coz we want to do our coronation night for Ms. Dish Gay Competition....and we held it there....sobrand saya...and imagine even myself has a fever i still go to swim....thanks to my tita who cooked for our food.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulacanouting.blogspot.com/"&gt;here take a look of some of our pictures.....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&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/34036818-1210094489686586129?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1210094489686586129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1210094489686586129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-here-again-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RsbJrC3yRbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uDjnqn8SuMM/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-3073492408626404145</id><published>2007-08-05T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:22:49.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RrVa7NWneUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XDJ0QEIjDXg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095078526682888514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RrVa7NWneUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XDJ0QEIjDXg/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;im here again writting what's on my mind...'coz this is the only way for me to ease the pain here in my heart...i need to voice this out and this is the way i know....its hard...why all this things happening to me, to us????? my dad died last monday and here we are in the hospital for my mom....i dont think i can do this things on my own...thanks with the help of my relatives....i know i request for you for so many times and im here again to ask to give us more time to spend time with each other were still longging for my papa so don't let tragedy happen again 'coz i don't think i can do it this time......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-3073492408626404145?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3073492408626404145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/3073492408626404145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-here-again-writting-whats-on-my-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RrVa7NWneUI/AAAAAAAAAKg/XDJ0QEIjDXg/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6642629196333464795</id><published>2007-08-05T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:20:20.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2LyC-jglI/AAAAAAAAARo/w13x-Tu98_k/s1600-h/sad+rose+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115398443671716434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2LyC-jglI/AAAAAAAAARo/w13x-Tu98_k/s320/sad+rose+pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's been 5 days since my papa died and still i don't know what to say....i'm really stressed this past few days because of what happened. but i can't blame anyone....how im longging for my papa...im still in a state of don't know what will do, i need to be strong but i don't know how????&lt;br /&gt;i need to be beside my mom but how??? im working if im not going to work how are we???? my sister is still studying, so i need to be strong for them...but i really dont know how 'coz even myself i don't know how to move on....&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/34036818-6642629196333464795?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6642629196333464795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6642629196333464795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-been-5-days-since-my-papa-died-and.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rv2LyC-jglI/AAAAAAAAARo/w13x-Tu98_k/s72-c/sad+rose+pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-277810907892182068</id><published>2007-08-03T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:33:58.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R6CKH1HbTMI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Fr0h3YmgtdY/s1600-h/27-01-08_1406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161277040088534210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="248" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R6CKH1HbTMI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Fr0h3YmgtdY/s320/27-01-08_1406.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jennpapa.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;miss u papa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are some of the pictures of my papa during his burial...Thanks sa lahat ng nakiramay sa family ko..from relatives, friends, officemates, schoolmates.... i really appreciate everything from u guys... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papa we missed you already.... Hope your fine and good on place were u are now....Promise i will take care mom and sis.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We love u .... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love u papa ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-277810907892182068?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/277810907892182068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/277810907892182068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/miss-u-papa.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/R6CKH1HbTMI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Fr0h3YmgtdY/s72-c/27-01-08_1406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1322853059325624895</id><published>2007-08-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:23:34.105+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RrICZtWneTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_AGCzJXCFs8/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094136769203894578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RrICZtWneTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_AGCzJXCFs8/s320/1.bmp" width="235" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;All I know and I want to do now is to cry, cry, cry out load to ease the pain here deep inside my heart. I don’t think i can move on easily but I need too, for my family.&lt;br /&gt;Papa, why did you leave us that early? Why are you giving us too much pain and let us suffer for a lifetime? it’s really hard for us to accept what happened. Were still not ready to live in this world without you even though your giving us too much pain when you, being “pasaway” sometimes. Of all the trials that came to us we survived with each other arms especially when you’re sick but why at this moment of time you give up that easy?????&lt;br /&gt;Why?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-1322853059325624895?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1322853059325624895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1322853059325624895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/08/all-i-know-and-i-want-to-do-now-is-to.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RrICZtWneTI/AAAAAAAAAKY/_AGCzJXCFs8/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-495055369307172194</id><published>2007-06-27T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:25:18.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swimming party....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RoIrW9HSrRI/AAAAAAAAAIs/oqChZYzrd4Q/s1600-h/Copy+of+Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://swimmingparty.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080670783946272002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="209" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RoIrKNHSrQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SxiijXyeL-U/s320/Copy+of+241185986l.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;swimming party.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;we really do everythin g to meet our quota to get this special spiff and we made it.....were glad and we desereve this swimming party 'coz were all overworked, stressed and everything to that extent to this job 'coz imagine were working for 12hours a day in 2 consecutive days haggard db...borlogs!!! so we need to relaxed but it seems that no one does 'coz we swim all night and eat syepre 'coz we have lots of food while some drink alcohol and off course kanya-kanya sila ng kahihiyan 'coz as in super drunk....and syempre di mawawala ang isang bagay "quota kmi sa pictures" hehehe.....and this will never happen without our boss....thanks boss........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=640,height=480,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://jennkidz.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/copy_of_image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-495055369307172194?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/495055369307172194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/495055369307172194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/06/swimming-party.html' title='swimming party....'/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/RoIrKNHSrQI/AAAAAAAAAIk/SxiijXyeL-U/s72-c/Copy+of+241185986l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1977801867542556769</id><published>2007-06-23T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:24:11.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rn0T_VytqvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QDhGZQMpA2k/s1600-h/depressed+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079237933646326514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rn0T_VytqvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QDhGZQMpA2k/s320/depressed+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t seems that everything were not ok...everything were changed...everyhting were new....ahhhhhhh i don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i treat her as my best best friend but she...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ahhh don't ask anymore....'coz the answer is no, off course she doesn't....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;anu nga nmn ang mapapala nya sa isang tulad ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and the thing is it affect's me in everything...in work or even outside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ahhhh i don't know.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i know you'll guys think something in me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ahh your just wasting your time....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;it's just that she's very important to me 'coz off all the good and bad things happen to us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;were still together....friends...best of friends.....go out together...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hang-out together..do everything which is not unbelivable like our ventures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but it seems that in just one minute it change and not just that really really change a lot.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hope there's still a chance to fix this mess....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hate this world.....&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/34036818-1977801867542556769?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1977801867542556769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1977801867542556769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/06/it-seems-that-everything-were-not-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rn0T_VytqvI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QDhGZQMpA2k/s72-c/depressed+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1698282651459002391</id><published>2007-06-18T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:25:38.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rnam-FytquI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c8zW8aT4vgo/s1600-h/call+center+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077429215543798498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rnam-FytquI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c8zW8aT4vgo/s320/call+center+pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ang Buhay Call Center &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;When your in a call center it feels good 'coz you can earn money more as fast as u can,u will experience how night life is? and if u are not a gimikera u are not "in"....and u will be flattered to yourself 'coz it's hard to be in this kind of job..but the thing is inside in your heart u were not happy...:(it's not anymore normal for you, 'coz ur working at night and u cannot sleep well and goodu cannot do anymore what u can do in the morning life, u cannot meet your friend 'coz ur sched is not ok with themso what happen is tagal nyo ng hindi nagkikita-kita.....and i miss my college friends....and it seems that all people who's having a bad health, is working in a call center...because of radiation of computer...but it's still happy to be in a call center....anyway that life....so godluck to all of us....:)&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/34036818-1698282651459002391?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1698282651459002391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1698282651459002391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/06/ang-buhay-call-center-when-your-in-call.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rnam-FytquI/AAAAAAAAAIU/c8zW8aT4vgo/s72-c/call+center+pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-2693952281430183879</id><published>2007-06-12T09:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:26:03.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i just hate everything....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm36nFytqmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/m_EwKJR9CKk/s1600-h/sad+face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074987904593144418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm36nFytqmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/m_EwKJR9CKk/s320/sad+face.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i hate this day and i'm not feeling well. i'm here again working and i'm still not in the mood..i don't know what i feel i just hate this past few days it makes me feel that i am nothing in this world... it seems that everything is being sabotage, i don't know....i just hate it when they make me feel or they do it thati am not existing in this world.... i hate to be in this world.... i really wanna cry to remove this pain in my heart and i wanna go to any treatment to make me feel better like now i'mreally........ one thing i really want to do.... cry......cry......and cry......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-2693952281430183879?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2693952281430183879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/2693952281430183879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-hate-this-day-and-im-not-feeling-well.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm36nFytqmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/m_EwKJR9CKk/s72-c/sad+face.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5520544106290651635</id><published>2007-06-10T06:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:26:26.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm38OVytqoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FSVD3OC74pE/s1600-h/together+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074989678414637698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm38OVytqoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FSVD3OC74pE/s320/together+pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Together, together, together everyone Together, together, come on lets have some fun Together, were there for each other every time Together together come on lets do this right Here and now its time for celebration I finally figured it out (yeah yeah) That all our dreams have no limitations That's what its all about Everyone is special in their own way We make each other strong (each other strong) Were not the same Were different in a good way Together's where we belong We're all in this together Once we know That we are We're all stars And we see that We're all in this together And it shows When we stand Hand in hand Make our dreams come true Together, together, together everyone Together, together, come on lets have some fun Together, were there for each other every time Together together come on lets do this right We're all here and speaking out with one voicewe're going to rock the house (rock the house) the party's on now everybody make some noise come on scream and shout We've arrived becuase we stuck together Champions one and all We're all in this together Once we know That we are We're all stars And we see that We're all in this together And it shows When we stand Hand in handMake our dreams come We're all in this togetherWhen we reachWe can flyKnow insideWe can make itWe're all in this toghether Once we see Theres a chance That we have And we take itWild cats sing along Yeah, you really got it goin' onWild cats in the house Everybody say it now Wild cats everywhere Wave your hands up in the air That's the way we do it Lets get to it Time to show the world We're all in this together Once we know That we are We're all stars And we see that We're all in this together And it showsWhen we stand Hand in hand Make our dreams come We're all in this together When we reach We can fly Know inside We can make itWe're all in this together Once we see Theres a chance That we have And we take it Wild cats everywhere Wave your hands up in the air That's the way we do it Let's get to it Come on everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-5520544106290651635?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5520544106290651635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5520544106290651635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/06/together-together-together-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm38OVytqoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FSVD3OC74pE/s72-c/together+pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-1113046903812819420</id><published>2007-06-10T06:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:26:58.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm38l1ytqpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/n6dhhZCQFnI/s1600-h/start+of+something+new+pix.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074990082141563538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm38l1ytqpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/n6dhhZCQFnI/s320/start+of+something+new+pix.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt; Living in my own world Didn't understand That anything can happen When you take a chance I never believed in What I couldn't see I never opened my heart To all the possibilities I know that something has changed Never felt this way And right here tonight This could be the start Of something new It feels so right To be here with you And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart The start of something new Now who'd of ever thought that We'd both be here tonight And the world looks so much brighter With you by my sideI know that something has changed Never felt this wayI know it for real This could be the start Of something new It feels so right To be here with you And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart The start of something new I never knew that it could happen Till it happened to me I didn't know it before But now it's easy to see It's a start Of something new It feels so right To be here with you And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart That it's the start Of something new It feels so right To be here with you And now looking in your eyes I feel in my heart The start of something newStart of something new&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/34036818-1113046903812819420?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1113046903812819420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/1113046903812819420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/06/living-in-my-own-world-didnt-understand.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm38l1ytqpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/n6dhhZCQFnI/s72-c/start+of+something+new+pix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-7445261255665658425</id><published>2007-05-17T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:27:19.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.singingfool.com/Music/Video/BAD_DAY/T00238659.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;BAD DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;if your in a bad mood or somthing to that extent....just click thye link for you to ease the pain....&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/34036818-7445261255665658425?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7445261255665658425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/7445261255665658425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/05/bad-day-if-your-in-bad-mood-or-somthing.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-6674845000563413490</id><published>2007-04-15T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:39:35.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jennbolinao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bolinao pangasinan galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34036818-6674845000563413490?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6674845000563413490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/6674845000563413490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/04/bolinao-pangasinan-galore.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34036818.post-5158231696782848605</id><published>2007-01-31T05:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T07:27:45.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm39HVytqqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EHNoSc37T78/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074990657667181218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="182" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm39HVytqqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EHNoSc37T78/s320/35.jpg" width="273" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenny101184.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;my pictures....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my collections of my beautiful pictures. These are my past time in the office if ever there is no marketing, taking lots of pictures, because taking pictures can hide your true identity....i can make myself and other believe that everything is all right....&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/34036818-5158231696782848605?l=jennkidz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5158231696782848605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34036818/posts/default/5158231696782848605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jennkidz.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>j e n n</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/SP-h6Lgj98I/AAAAAAAAB4c/Kh1bmYHFPxU/S220/1_556696097l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AP0maoKYDxo/Rm39HVytqqI/AAAAAAAAAH0/EHNoSc37T78/s72-c/35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
