tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75852149565410968732024-03-22T05:02:11.991+08:00fille des étoiles~prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-83176579572060199082010-09-21T19:11:00.020+08:002010-12-03T13:13:07.516+08:00Day 21 ~ The friendliest person you knew*<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"></span></span><br />
<div style="font-family: Calibri; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">*<i>originally: </i>The friendliest person you knew in just one day<i>. i couldn't think of anyone really worth the title so i chose to write this for t</i>he friendliest person i knew right form the very first day we met<i>. here goes:</i></span></span></span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;">It was a Sunday morning when there was a knock on the door. I got out of bed, opened it, and there you were. It was destiny. Kismet. Fate. Serendipity... Later that night, you were sleeping beside me.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"> </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;">Ever dearest<b><i> Jhai</i></b>, my roomate. This is for you:</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;">A piece of paper brought us together, one that had two letters and two numbers written on it: BA 39. </span>But it was God really, for He knew that I needed someone like you in my life. I thank the Lord for you Glezel Mae Galenzoga. I'm truly blessed that I know you, the FRIENDLIEST person there is. I knew that right from the start.</div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;">The two us just sort of clicked together right away: we shared stories and pictures even that first night in Kalai, then ultimately pushing our beds together for comfort in sleeping in a strange new place. And of course I remember that parade on the first official school day, you carted me around like a little sister, introducing me to your friends. You're just that way, kind and generous, thoughtful. You showed me that in those first days I knew you, until the very end of our year together . You were the best roommate and a most wonderful friend. You have a big heart, as big as you are, maybe even more. And you are truly beautiful Jhai, inside and out. You've touched and blessed my life from that first day I met you, through every day we had in our little room and beyond that. It is truly exceptional to have shared much with you and more so to be your friend. For in the countless friends that you have, being who you are, I am really glad to be counted as one.</span></div><div style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">I wish I really knew you. I've spent countless hours with you - watching you, listening to you. You don't know just how I wish I was close to you. I have all these dreams and fantasies. It's just that you are so incredible for me. You are such a star in my life. You're great in everything you do, I mean everything! I adore you, really I do. And I'm not scared to say it. All my friends know it. I will shout to the world how much I love you. I have for a long time now and I will for a longer time still. Simply said: I am totally, absolutely, freakin' <span style="font-style: italic;">crazy </span>about you. I just want you to know that. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">So if ever you read this, I hope you'll drop me a line. I'll be waiting. I'll wait forever for you. </div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">Obsessively in love, <span style="font-style: italic;">Vanie</span></div><div style="color: orange; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 20 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span></div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-38366373021149954932010-09-19T11:55:00.012+08:002010-12-03T13:10:55.144+08:00Day 19 ~ Someone you judged by the first impression<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_VWF1_8P5C9u9V_TJq43xABSYvaDSeQob376tVsP-LNUegIvL0PA26BkZ0Z0A69i_b_nd8lG8aEM0aqgFjtFujlgArGrcTIpz3VFQc81XTINuYGKFJXGQqd0QAI7PHOTAJnHK4AyQTOa/s1600/Guitar_Man_I_by_subtlexshivers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH_VWF1_8P5C9u9V_TJq43xABSYvaDSeQob376tVsP-LNUegIvL0PA26BkZ0Z0A69i_b_nd8lG8aEM0aqgFjtFujlgArGrcTIpz3VFQc81XTINuYGKFJXGQqd0QAI7PHOTAJnHK4AyQTOa/s320/Guitar_Man_I_by_subtlexshivers.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">To a <span style="font-style: italic;">'Kuya'...</span></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">I still remember clearly the very first time I met you… You were so unlike any guy I've known back then. In the short time I came to know you, well, you were just wonderful in every way. Of course, I couldn't help but adore you. And I did, from that first time we were together, more so after the second time, and for some years after that even when I didn’t see you. For me, you were the perfect guy, ideal in every way, and no one else came close. Of course, you were so out of my league, but that didn't stop me. Also you were older, and you lived far away, and you were just <span style="font-style: italic;">too </span>wonderful. That was how I saw you, from the very first. Until it all changed. </div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">Until you changed. I was astounded to have heard the news of what happened. It was unbelievable, incredibly so, that <i>that</i> could happen to you. Maybe to other guys, but not you. You were supposed to be perfect, or as close to it as anyone could come. You were beyond and above the other guys. And I hated you for proving me wrong.</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">I now realize just how wrong I was. But not about that, not about you. I was wrong to expect too much, to have put you on a pedestal when, of course, you were not perfect. No one is. You were just a guy, a good guy, who made a bad decision. Despite that, you are still all that I thought you were at first. You really didn’t change. You're still that guy that I knew who have all these amazing qualities. I know that now.</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">When I've realized all these, I felt bad for all the bad feelings and thoughts I had about you. I judged you harshly and I'm sorry for that. As I write this, I think of you as a lesson learned. And I'm happy that I've known you. Also, I am happy for you, whenever I see or hear about your life now. I really am. You've proven to be all that I thought you were - someone good and wonderful. I won't forget that.</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">I wish you and your family a happy life.</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">~~~</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 19 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">photo credit: Guitar_Man_I_by_subtlexshivers (<i>deviantART.com</i>)</span> </div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"></div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-84419631628730579322010-09-18T21:51:00.047+08:002011-11-21T19:52:30.194+08:00Day 18 ~ Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QViliHYrqPWyMw7kfzaWNoYs1SSSv5Kil7wGxPNBIRtzSNqHNmBbnkN_eYDqfveAIIzuiC4XaHEwU5PsZ_YziVrf8-vhIjzgNdcGhk7mpp8EGR3f94FnfVGvAfVKKd_R7GNlwuegYcT6/s1600/little_sadness.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QViliHYrqPWyMw7kfzaWNoYs1SSSv5Kil7wGxPNBIRtzSNqHNmBbnkN_eYDqfveAIIzuiC4XaHEwU5PsZ_YziVrf8-vhIjzgNdcGhk7mpp8EGR3f94FnfVGvAfVKKd_R7GNlwuegYcT6/s320/little_sadness.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">hey, You.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">You asked me how I was… I wish I could really tell you. If I could, then I'd tell you that I'm okay... but I'm sad sometimes. Because I miss you. (Even if you're just there.) You see, I've been thinking of you a lot lately. My mind's been full of memories, memories of our special moments together. Well, for me, they were special; those sweet, unforgettable times I spent with you... Like how we used to stay up late just surfing the internet, or listening to songs that you liked... And then the many times that you'd join in on my phone conversations or online chats with my friends... Also that one time when we were walking and you had a guitar and you made up such silly songs that we were laughing along the quiet streets... I remember when you were sick and I was there taking care of you, then you sang my favorite song, though you did not know it... Of course, I couldn't forget the times we danced together... And the way you hugged me when you said goodbye that summer... Yeah, I've been thinking about you.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">Though I thought I was over it already. I thought that in the months since summer - </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">our summer </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">- I've already put to rest the hopes and dreams I had. That's what I thought. But after seeing you, being with you again, everything easily came back to me. In the hundred days that passed, nothing's much changed. You're still you and I'm still me. You're still the sweet and wonderful guy I fell for... and I'm still - irresistibly - your biggest fan. But no worries, I'm not heartbroken or suffering maladies of unrequited love. I'm okay, really. Just a little bit sad for the way things are. As happy as you made me everyday of that summer, these days you make me melancholic and nostalgic. I've read somewhere that </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">the essence of nostalgia is knowing that what has been will never be again</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">. I think I told you that in one of our conversations before. It's true for me now. I think about you and all our moments together because that's all I have. And I'm thankful that I have them and I'll always treasure those times. But time will come that the feelings that come with these remembrances will fade. I know this will pass. Maybe another hundred days and I'll really be over you, over what I've wanted to be </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">us.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">.. I'll be able to go back to seeing you only as a friend, a good friend, but just a friend. It won't be long now, I'll look at you and there won't be anymore longings and <a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1249378224/undertow">heartbreaks-in-a-minute. </a>Then I'll no longer think of you like I do now... </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b45f06;">But 'til then, I'll just stay here, with you on my mind...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 18 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;">photo credits </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"><a href="http://zindy-zone.dk/html/drawings/mixed/little_sadness.html">here.</a></span>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-39783040874891886702010-09-17T14:19:00.007+08:002010-09-19T14:44:09.798+08:00Day 17 ~ The person who caused you a lot of pain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6wg4b1C7uCf6uZu82lpNu2s1fnugh-PFktA7loKqysv2KeT0Gq8sCq10a1W7w9sdTR0l1LtF1XFmqNgfwrN-iwDLhA74nV8LrkyOf5PxLt4oK31y5Z4dbm0XjG_5T6FP6jjI4YGp9H2R/s1600/Tears_by_Industrial_Whore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT6wg4b1C7uCf6uZu82lpNu2s1fnugh-PFktA7loKqysv2KeT0Gq8sCq10a1W7w9sdTR0l1LtF1XFmqNgfwrN-iwDLhA74nV8LrkyOf5PxLt4oK31y5Z4dbm0XjG_5T6FP6jjI4YGp9H2R/s320/Tears_by_Industrial_Whore.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><b>N</b>,</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">In the history of my heart (<span style="font-style: italic;">it's not very long</span>), the story of you and me is the longest and saddest. For is there anything more sad and painful to a young heart than <span style="font-style: italic;">unrequited love</span>? I think not. For that is what I have endured in the long years I've known you. You were the greatest love of my young life. You were, too, the cause of my greatest heartbreak. You were my world back then. With all the eagerness and recklessness of youth, I fell for you<span style="font-style: italic;">.</span> And of course, after the fall is the crash, for you weren't really inclined to catch me then, or ever, for that matter. Except maybe those times that you needed me, but not for the reasons I dreamed to be needed. At those moments, you’d use your dubious charm and your hold on my stupid heart and as I was so foolishly in love with you, I'd do everything I can to make you happy. That was my role in your life. I was always there for you and you took advantage of that. It's not entirely your fault because I let you. But the way you overlooked my feelings and disregarded the love that is behind everything I did for you, that has hurt me deeply. It felt like a great injustice that though I was the one who cared for you the most, I was not at all important to you. Oh, you told me that I was, that you loved me, too, in some measure. I don't know if you wanted me to feel better because of that. But it only broke my heart more, for I realized that that is all I had of you.</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">In the many years that I have pined for you, with much tears and agony, all I got in the end is a letter from you full of thanks and sentiments that the two of us wouldn’t have worked, that you would have only hurt me. That was your goodbye as we went separate ways for a while. Of course, you were right. A relationship (if it was even that) that is unbalanced as ours was, someone was only bound to get hurt. Sadly, I was that someone. I was unhappy for so long because of you, but that was my misfortune because I chose to love you - someone who could not or will not love me back. I have accepted that and learned to live with it. But it took a long time to finally get over it. It took time and being away from you to finally learn to let go of a love that would never be.</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">It's been so long since that time, and in hindsight, I can now only smile at all those memories. Many times before I've wondered if what I felt for you was really true, or was it just a product of my over-active imagination and my love for drama back then. I can’t be sure. But what I'm sure of is that I<span style="font-style: italic;"> did</span> feel all of those: the love, the pain, the hope and the agony. There's no more of that for me now, not even bitterness or anger. It was all lessons learned and part of growing up. And you, you'll always be a bittersweet memory. I don't think I can ever think of you as just a guy I once knew. You would always hold a tiny part of my heart, and of course, you'll be in the stories I'd tell my daughters someday when they ask about being young and in love. </div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><b>~ V</b></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
<i>*<a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1148292535/exlovers">a song from your ex-lover.</a></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 17 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span><b> </b></div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-10147329631615456002010-09-16T23:48:00.000+08:002010-09-17T14:50:47.340+08:00Day 16 ~ Someone from your childhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0ylmQGDb3zdaXdKSvLf2OF0UVtH6ZqabD64m9XV4vgg2SmjN2Tw2_zPzy7jPESY4zJ49vfkNfiIbpJ25BHgU7MDr4Q17dqtBAZpx7ciFrqZ_z7AW-TUT-fnsZ7G72nSbKvYJhAxPQOzX/s1600/Childhood____by_TheFidoDidoGerbil.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi0ylmQGDb3zdaXdKSvLf2OF0UVtH6ZqabD64m9XV4vgg2SmjN2Tw2_zPzy7jPESY4zJ49vfkNfiIbpJ25BHgU7MDr4Q17dqtBAZpx7ciFrqZ_z7AW-TUT-fnsZ7G72nSbKvYJhAxPQOzX/s400/Childhood____by_TheFidoDidoGerbil.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><i>I've been blessed to have a wonderful childhood. Full of happiness, and love, and friendship. So I write to someone who had made me happy, and has given me love.. .the one who first showed me the joy of friendship…</i></span></div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-weight: bold; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">my dear </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Ate Kay-kay,</span></i></div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I can't really remember now how we became friends. How it started. I guess through our moms since we were both 'faculty kids'. The farthest back I can recall is how I used to wait for you to come out of kindergarten class every afternoon while I was in my mom's classroom in the building in front of yours. Then we'll be off, playing and doing our stuff together. We were </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">always</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> together, playing either at your house or mine. It didn't matter 'cause both were </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">home </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">for me.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Back then I could just easily say to my mom, "</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Don ako kila Ate Kaykay kakain</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">."... and sleepovers were more than usual. It couldn't be counted the many times I've walked that short distance from my house to yours. It was like that for us. I have so many wonderful <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-goodbyes-memories-and-ties-that-bind.html">memories</a> of those times. </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">You're only a year older but for me you have always been</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> 'ATE Kay-kay'</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">. In many ways you were like another sister. I remember that I would always hide behind your back when one of our classmates would tease me and surely you would make him stop. <i>(You were so much taller than me, eh.)</i> You were also there for me when I had to go through some of the painful medication I had to have for my heart condition back then. You shared so much with me, both toys and stuff, and also love and care. As young as we were, I knew we had something special. When I had to leave you when we moved away, I took that with me. And it's still with me until now. We've lived separate lives since then and years and years have passed, I still treasure our friendship. Whenever I look back, like I do now, it brings me a certain joy and a feeling of blessedness. For those golden days are really a great gift. I've had a wonderful childhood and you were a big part of that. When I grow old and gray, I have much to tell my kids and grandkids about how when I was young, life was good 'cause I had a great friend to share it with.</span></div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I'll be forever thankful for that and for </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">you.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div lang="en-US" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Love, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Vanie</span></i></span></div><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 16 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-76809340596514047952010-09-16T17:39:00.002+08:002010-09-16T17:43:35.057+08:00Miss Half-Way~<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">I'm half-way through the 30 Letters, 30 Days blog challenge <span style="font-style: italic;">(Yey me!)</span>. And I'm now finding it hard to follow exactly the list given by whoever started this thingie. I've already switched and swapped my letters around actually. Well, the reason is that as I am on this course of letter-writing, things come up that affect how I write and to whom. Like birthdays for example (Letter <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-15-someone-you-knew-was-meant-to-be.html">#15</a>/<a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-7-person-whom-know-is-going-through.html">#7</a>),also when I've had some bad news (#7, too) or simply when I just have to get it out there even if it's not on schedule yet (like <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-12-someone-youve-drifted-away-from.html">#12</a>). One more thing is that as I get further down the list I realize that with some of the letters, I really don't know whom I'd be writing to. Like the letter for '<span style="font-style: italic;">a deceased person you wish you could talk to </span>'. In my life I've been blessed so far that I haven't experience how it is to lose a love one tragically. (My sister pointed out that I can write to our grandparents who've passed away, but I don't have much memory of them. At least not enough for a good letter.) In others like the letter for '<span style="font-style: italic;">someone who caused you a lot of pain', </span>and<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>the one for<span style="font-style: italic;"> 'someone who broke your heart the hardest</span>', I was really hard-pressed to think of anyone. All I have are petty and silly high school stuff, which I think doesn’t really count anymore. You know, because of this challenge, I've come to the realization that my life wouldn't make a good movie or book. There's not enough tragedy, at least <span style="font-style: italic;">worthy</span> tragedies like the kind Nicholas Sparks writes about. My life has been non-dramatic so far (those in high school are not counted, those are just so, well, <span style="font-style: italic;">high school</span>). I think most of the drama I feel I have are all in my head. Or maybe I just read too much fiction and watch too many tv series. Not that I'm complaining. It's just a little upsetting to realize you're life is not interesting. Anyhoo, as I was saying, that's most of my problems with the original list for the 30 letters. So here's what I did... I've revised and personalized the 30 Letters in 30 Days! Not much, mind you. I didn't want to deviate too much since it is supposed to be a meme after all. I just tweaked it here and there… changed those inapplicable to me, compressed the ones that are meant for the same person (like the letters for myself), and basically I just made a way to accommodate my wants and needs, and my little OC disorder. Can’t really help it, and, it is my letters, in my blog, after all.</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">Here’s my new list for the 30 Letters in 30 Days:</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 1 — Your best friend</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 2 — Your crush</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 3 — Your parents</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 4 — Your siblings (or closest relative)</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 5 — A stranger</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 6 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 7 — The person whom know is going through the worst of times</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 11 — Someone who was once in your life but isn't anymore<span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"><span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">★</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 12 — Someone you’ve drifted away from</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 13 — The person you miss the most</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 14 — Someone who’s not in your country</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 15 — Someone you knew was meant to be in your life<span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"><span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">★</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 16 — Someone from your childhood</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 17 — The person who caused you a lot of pain</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 18 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 19 — Someone you judged by the first impression</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 20 — Someone you want to befriend/get closer to</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 21 — The friendliest person you knew in just one day</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 22 — The last person you made a pinky promise to</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 23 — Someone you want to give a second chance to</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 24 — Someone you want to kiss</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 25 — The person who gave you your favorite memories</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 26 — Someone who changed your life</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 27 — The person you want to tell everything to, but are too afraid</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 28 — The one who broke your heart the hardest</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 29 — A prayer<span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"><span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">★</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;">Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"> <span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"><span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">★ - letters i added</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">*here's how it's supposed to be <a href="http://evenstarwen.wordpress.com/2010/07/09/30-letters-in-30-days/">originally</a>. (from <a href="http://evenstarwen.wordpress.com/">my sister's blog</a>, check out her letters, too!)</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;">So, that's how it's gonna be. I'm really having fun doing this. Everyone should try it. There's a certain joy in writing what you can't really say to someone, expressing love or gratefulness, and reaching out to people though words. </div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt;">Cheers to <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html">love letters!</a> </span><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 16pt; font-weight: bold;">♥</span> </div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-1452875443356782392010-09-15T23:43:00.021+08:002010-12-03T13:02:52.325+08:00Day 15 ~ Someone you knew was meant to be in your life<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOVHySfH9tLIBwEjNvKDjBSdFEc08Q4rXBlEmJOiqSwX-yqdembOg-GMhfuhTV9XsHWQCwSdZ94qruMRDgf4pszBtqGs2-ceP4ug3Z6ZjQSxOx-fbpUw-qhQ5ZbBAz_dpFwq0GOCZ9lyn/s1600/Picnik+collage1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBOVHySfH9tLIBwEjNvKDjBSdFEc08Q4rXBlEmJOiqSwX-yqdembOg-GMhfuhTV9XsHWQCwSdZ94qruMRDgf4pszBtqGs2-ceP4ug3Z6ZjQSxOx-fbpUw-qhQ5ZbBAz_dpFwq0GOCZ9lyn/s320/Picnik+collage1.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I knew you before I met you. When I looked up the UPCAT results to see if I passed, I saw your name. Then, when I checked the list of those who got accepted at Kalayaan Dorm, again, I saw your name</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">. I knew you before I met you. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Yes, I knew you Ms. <b>REGINA ANN ABELA</b>! And I'm really, truly, absolutely blessed because I did. God must've known that I would need someone like you in my life. So today, this very special day, I thank the Lord for you, my beloved and dearest </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Mama Rej</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">. </span><a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1128180638/happybdaymrej"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">A very happy birthday to you!</span></span></a></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin: 0in;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Today, I celebrate you Mama. For you have been so good to me. You've given me so much love and joy. Thank you for that. With you I really felt like a little girl, the way you take care of me. I always loved that, being </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">the bunso</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> in our little family. Looking back at sweet memories, I really can't thank you enough for all that you've been to me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I miss you so much! It's been too long since I saw you, and kissed you, and hugged you. I long for the times that you were so close I could just easily reach you. Literally, since our bed was just connected back then. I miss talking with you. Everything we used to do back then. I really miss how we were...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">We</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">still </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">are. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Even now that we're all far apart from each other. The promise of friendship remains. Just like our </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">favorite characters, remember? What we have can encompass time and distance apart. For truly you were meant to be in my life, and I know you'll stay there for a long while yet. You'll always be my </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Mama Rej.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">I love you. I'm celebrating here for you, and I'm sending my hugs and kisses through the wind. Happy Birthday!</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">Love always, Banini </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">♥</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 15 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span></span></span></div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-16717483218637948682010-09-14T23:16:00.010+08:002010-09-16T18:02:28.399+08:00Day 14 ~ Someone who's not in your country<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFf6uMomPKXvyEqol1DORCwJlJTQ7cMZxEEGsC0q-sbSwB3P9eolTOyX7CBEcGbLw6gH6CqJDhNgiCBT4TwutGNN8sLPOEgOyxyu6N6AisAMJVd-40gFoG2zGUkqELxQVNKdCsSXdCFOXL/s1600/709231030l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFf6uMomPKXvyEqol1DORCwJlJTQ7cMZxEEGsC0q-sbSwB3P9eolTOyX7CBEcGbLw6gH6CqJDhNgiCBT4TwutGNN8sLPOEgOyxyu6N6AisAMJVd-40gFoG2zGUkqELxQVNKdCsSXdCFOXL/s320/709231030l.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Do you still remember that night? </span></span></i><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">You said to me, “Let’s not waste the night…”, then you took my hand and led me to the lamp-lit dance floor. As you put your arms around me, I told you, “This is my first dance, you know.” I can’t remember what you said then, but I remember thinking, </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">finally. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I didn’t think it would be you. Because at that moment I didn’t know yet that you’re gonna be important to me. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Do you still remember?</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"> Maybe not. It’s been years since then and you’re now half-way across the world. But I can still recall… I remember the song ‘Forevermore’, I was in a red dress, and you were wearing a black shirt. A first dance is always unforgettable to a girl, especially to a girl like me. It was only more memorable because it was with you. Because soon after that, I’ve come to know you more. As I saw your heart and your passion, see how wonderful you are, it was then that you slowly became important to me. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Did you know that? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I doubt it. During those times that we were close together, I tried not to show how I felt. Because you were a good friend. Also, I knew where you’re heart was. So I never told you. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I’m telling you now. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">Do you know? </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I can’t be sure. You are far away from here. But you are not forgotten.</span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;">I hope you’re doing well over there. I pray your new life’s treating you well. I hope you’re still you. And I wish you still remember me.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><br />
</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1126846570/iwishyoulove">Wishing you well</a>,</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"><i>Vanie</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 14 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span></span></div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-69423114506005961392010-09-13T20:40:00.128+08:002010-09-17T10:49:24.477+08:00Day 13 ~ People you miss the most<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PaM0ZQdykBbAruzrazW6oGx8X4Pa6iaGPX-a_myDc2X7HQB8JwQjeCyuMjdCXfHWO-yG5cUMa3jzMKnfPhMM5nIKaM478WCCpZmhaBQSIJG4nA3G3XAdL_yGtL1-kEsFdlj3_y2JSVmu/s1600/CROAGS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6PaM0ZQdykBbAruzrazW6oGx8X4Pa6iaGPX-a_myDc2X7HQB8JwQjeCyuMjdCXfHWO-yG5cUMa3jzMKnfPhMM5nIKaM478WCCpZmhaBQSIJG4nA3G3XAdL_yGtL1-kEsFdlj3_y2JSVmu/s320/CROAGS.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">[ika-15 ng Pebrero taong 2005] </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">(mula sa ating </span><a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/15483266"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">lumang Friendster</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;">)</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;">tadhana ang naglapit satin</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">no'ng una'y di ko klan naisip na ito'y mangyayari</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">lahat ng sakit na nadama ko sa pagkasira ng dating samahan</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">alam ko na ngayon na sulit ang lahat</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">kng hndi ko pa man nasabi ito</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">sana alam nyo na masaya ako na kayo ang kasama ko<br />
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apat na taon na ang lumipas</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">d man sa lahat ng oras na un mgkasama na tyo,</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">parang higit pa ang pinagsamahan natin</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">at ngayon na konti na lng ang panahong natitira</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">lubos na nalulungkot ang puso ko</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">d ko pa rin maisip kung paano na kung wla kyo sa tabi ko</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">makakayanan ko kya?</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">pro khit ano pa man ang gawin,</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">kinakailangang magpaalam</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">kaya bago pa man dumating ang oras na un,</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">nais kong magpasalamat</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">slamat sa pagtanggap,sa pag-ibig,</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">sa pag-iintindi,sa pag-aalaga,sa lahat lahat</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">la na akong iba pang sa2bhn pa kundi...</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">mahal ko kayong talaga..</span></i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Sa aking pinakamamahal na barkada:</span></b></span></span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Ako ay tunay na nangungulila sa inyo. Kay tagal na na panahon ang nakalipas ng tayo'y huling nagkasama-sama. Sa ngayon, talagang mahirap na para sa'tin ang magkatagpo dahil tila magkakalayo na ang ating mga buhay.. Iba-iba ang pinagkakaabalahan, sa iba't-iba at magkakalayong lugar. Kay sarap balikan noong mga simpleng araw sa hayskul. Mga araw na tayong lahat ay laging magkakasama. Maraming alaala and dumadaloy sa aking isp.. mga panahong puno ng katatawanan, pagbibiruan, paglalaro, kwentuhan, kainan (</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">maraming</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> kainan), at ang paboritong </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">kababuyan... </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Ang mga ito ang bumubuo ng ating pagkakaibigan. Pero higit pa riyan ay ang pagmamahal at pagkakalinga sa isa't isa. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Kahit pa na maraming taon na ang nakalipas mula hayskul, alam ko na iyon ay di pa rin nagababago. Ilang kaibigan pa man ang pumasok at umalis sa aking buhay, alam ko na ang CROAGS ay nandyan pa rin. Kahit na paminsan-minsan na lang tayo magkasama-sama at </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">kalimitan ay </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">sandali lang ang ating pagkikita-kita, kailan man di mawawala ang pinag-iingatang pagkakaibigan. Pagkat iyon ay pangakong panghabang-buhay.</span></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Kaya ako man ay nangungulila, mayroong kapanatagan sa aking puso. Dahil alam ko na di kailanman magiging sagabal ang paglipas ng panahon o ang distansya ng kinaroroonan sa ating samahan. Kahit nasaan man kayo, laging isipin na ako lamang ay narito sa kabilang banda, patuloy na nagmamahal at sadyang naghihintay sa susunod nating pagkikita...</span></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Sabik na umaasang makasama kayong muli,</span></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">~Banini.Vange.Vanie.Evangeline.</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">A</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">bela~</span></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">ps: </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Mahal na mahal ko kayo.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">♥</span></span></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 13 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></i></span></span></i></span></i></span> </span></span>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-34889146870178741972010-09-12T07:44:00.009+08:002010-09-20T01:56:57.266+08:00Day 12 ~ Someone you’ve drifted away from<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVESY72tYkqNqMRP-LCVHNnztzh7hn5grYKzY7LKqimT4KkPZbC9ayQHqZOR4QWJHwYu3DFSf3jnGr-9dcoiqGm4p3UjvTom1hZyXmn8iYMGJXr-COc4nvjm8scFGbHmJZSYVnhCgLYkyl/s1600/Relax_by_kynobau_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVESY72tYkqNqMRP-LCVHNnztzh7hn5grYKzY7LKqimT4KkPZbC9ayQHqZOR4QWJHwYu3DFSf3jnGr-9dcoiqGm4p3UjvTom1hZyXmn8iYMGJXr-COc4nvjm8scFGbHmJZSYVnhCgLYkyl/s320/Relax_by_kynobau_.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">My dearest girls</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">,</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I miss you. We've been out of touch for some time now. I'm so sorry for that. It seem that the closeness we once shared got lost somehow. I was dealing with my own life that I forgot to ask you about yours. I told you many times that I'm always here for you but lately I haven't been really there. But that changes now. I want to reach out to you…</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I've realized that as I have problems in my life, pains and difficulties, you might be going through some of your own too. I know how hard it is to deal with sadness and heartbreak just by yourself. So instead of carrying our heavy burdens alone, why don't we share them, and maybe somehow we'll help lighten each other's load. After all, that is what friends are for. More importantly, that is what our Father have taught us</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">… to love one another, to help and care for each other…</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDSbz7vTqwfn3lRxQfkBUq8CGlYm6N2TXjDw05f-sgQeA17apOihNLdjkUL2Ii8BmTb8Az95s4Oh-Cv17o4JnrkLyKpSZlgrrWg0tLjguT_sEX0YHaS5cYeoKBuy4-N7G_7Nf2Qh0PuNR/s1600/mygirls_toni_picnik.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><img border="0" height="141" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDSbz7vTqwfn3lRxQfkBUq8CGlYm6N2TXjDw05f-sgQeA17apOihNLdjkUL2Ii8BmTb8Az95s4Oh-Cv17o4JnrkLyKpSZlgrrWg0tLjguT_sEX0YHaS5cYeoKBuy4-N7G_7Nf2Qh0PuNR/s200/mygirls_toni_picnik.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Toni</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> dear</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">, we haven't been able to talk for so long that I don't really know how you are. I pray that all is well and that God is always keeping you safe and good. I long to see you and spend time with you. I want to know how you've been, hear your stories and then I'll tell you too how I've been, the things going on in my life. I know your sweet smile will help ease some of my sadness. And I'll be there too, to help you in anyway I can. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I love you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">. I hope to see you really soon.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RT3SYUOSeEA89s3vCcapJte1F6YpsMfkPLAbYCgpbWJocr5aEH7LYjQhtLTqsizv2stSsSyepPoWkFewRtmi7nLSP4KxasPDW01GRl1sbE-EnSx-zXSv4BAkhnOj2hyW41cnMz6v7LQ2/s1600/mygirls_arbie_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><img border="0" height="140" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4RT3SYUOSeEA89s3vCcapJte1F6YpsMfkPLAbYCgpbWJocr5aEH7LYjQhtLTqsizv2stSsSyepPoWkFewRtmi7nLSP4KxasPDW01GRl1sbE-EnSx-zXSv4BAkhnOj2hyW41cnMz6v7LQ2/s200/mygirls_arbie_.jpg" width="200" /></span></a></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Dear</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> Arbie, </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I'm thankful that we've been able to talk that last time and you've shared and opened up to me. After all that has happened to you, I am just so grateful to the Lord that He has kept you for me. Thanks, too, for listening and being there for me. You held my hand and helped ease my pain. I'm here, always ready to hold you whenever you feel alone.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"> I love you.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">The Lord has brought us together for a reason. He must've known that we would all need someone to lean on. And so here we are. There will be time that maybe we'll drift apart sometimes, but what's important is to remember that it'll always be easy to reach out and pull each other back. Just don't ever hesitate. <i><a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1124738518/anytime">I'll be here</a></i>, I'll always hold on to you </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">my dearests</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">. And the One who brought us together holds on to us even more, sure and secure. In God's love, we'll never be lost. Remember that.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I love you, two. I'm here now. I'll see you soon. 'Til then.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">~Love always, Ate Vanie.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic;">"<a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1123001594/minsan">Minsan sa may Kalayaan tayo'y nagkatagpuan..." (Eraserheads)</a></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzIHaudhIq6gvIUI72w10FOGdKzhZr4qOxGac4am6X-xYvLHx5VbvWpX7NZkK4FnMEGktOPcs3J8qZMewH-mJRcZGyRB0IKfI_G_I-A0IaGE_9hT7Gi0a7-v5ucKqJoXJDLVm6635GMdb/s1600/silver+glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEzIHaudhIq6gvIUI72w10FOGdKzhZr4qOxGac4am6X-xYvLHx5VbvWpX7NZkK4FnMEGktOPcs3J8qZMewH-mJRcZGyRB0IKfI_G_I-A0IaGE_9hT7Gi0a7-v5ucKqJoXJDLVm6635GMdb/s200/silver+glasses.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic;">to the guy with the glasses i'll always remember...</span><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I met you once upon a class back in freshman year of college. That class has always been one of my favorites. Not because the teacher was great or because of the lively class discussion, it was because you were there. I can still recall that very first day of class... We were grouped together and you asked me to write down the names of our group mates. That was half a decade ago and I can still remember the glint of the silver glasses you were wearing. I was happy when I found out that you were in my dorm too when I saw you, you and your shiny glasses, at the Acquaintance Party. But I couldn’t remember your name then. So in my mind, I just called you </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Mr. Dexter</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">. Why? Well, I knew your last name starts with a D, so </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Dexter</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">, as in </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Dexter's Lab</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">. 'Cause of your glasses and well, because you were just the cutest nerd I've ever seen. And that's how it started.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Every Monday and Thursday, I would carefully pick out what I'd wear to class and made sure that my hair smelled especially nice 'cause I know you'll be sitting behind me for one and a half hour. And as I'd leave the dorm around 8, I’d wish and hope that I'd catch you on your way too and that maybe we'll walk to class together. It was like that for me that first semester. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Boy, I'd fallen hard.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">As I got to know you; how smart you are and incredibly eloquent; how you can play almost every instrument that can make a sound; and you're such a gentleman, and you have this sweet smile that lighten up your serious face, I just fell deeper. You were just so amazing, brilliant and talented, and ideal in so many ways. I was kind of in awe and half in love with you. </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I was never excited to do a project than I was with ours. All those meetings for planning, research at the library, excursions to shoot our videos, I loved every moment! Wished it wouldn’t have to end. But of course, it did end. We finished our project (it was brilliant, of course), finals came, our class dismissed for the last time and then the semester was over. Mondays and Thursdays were never the same.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I still saw you around though. After all we were kind of living under one roof. So I’d look for you at the Mess Hall at meal times... on laundry days I'll hope to catch you as I wait for my laundry lady... and during dorm events, I'd watch out for the twinkle of your glasses every time. I live for the moments like whenever we pass each other on the lobby or when we meet at the lounge area. You'd wave or smile, I'd smile back and then I'll be gushing about it to my roommate and floormates all night. It was worse on the special occasions when there's a dance. Everyone will be there at our tiny Multi-Purpose Hall and I'd hope and wait that you'll ask me to dance. But you never did. It's really sad that I never got to. Dance with you, I mean. Even at the last dance at the end of our stay at that dorm. It broke my heart a little. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">You were there, though, as I was packing up all my stuff into a taxi, on my way home, leaving our dorm for the last time. You waved goodbye on the steps as I drove away. That was five years ago and, again, I remember how the sun glinted off your glasses.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">I still saw you after that, around campus, sometimes. You'd still smile at me whenever we'd meet. I’d wave and smile, and in my mind think back on the silliest crush I've ever had. Since then our paths, expectedly, went separate ways. You lived your life and I lived mine. I don’t know where you are now. I haven’t seen you since I left our university, or heard about you from any of our friends for a long time. I wonder where you are as I'm writing this letter… what you're doing now… if you still wear those shiny silver glasses. And I wonder if you still remember me. I hope so. I'd like to think that if you hear my name, or see me somewhere, on the internet maybe, you'd recall that I was the girl with the black glasses whose hair smelled nice. I really hope so. Well, I guess I'll never know for sure. Me, I think I'll always remember you. Even now, tall, serious looking guys wearing glasses still remind me of you. And of course every time I see </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Dexter's Lab</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">. 'Cause you'll always be </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">Mr. Dexter</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"> to me.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">~<i>the girl with the glasses who'll never forget.</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"><i><br />
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<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">My dearest </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Big Little Sister</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">,</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I wish I could talk to you everyday. Facebook, YM and unlimited call can only do so much. Looking back on the years since I've known you and claimed you to be my sister, all we ever really do together is talk. Despite our busy and separate lives we always find the chance to sit down and chat... We talk over coffee at our favorite place... We talk late into the night when everyone else has gone... We talk whenever we can, even on ferris wheel rides. That's just how we are. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsQPG9cf3H0h0zGa2mH58B8MoWR48NvfenuWeNLLuTsJscedabsQ75hQZbffBdPNKLi_-hbmfIbk2E73FSV1DisSozHwKaF3OTK4_p8Zm38oiYFG2fa-GOdGB9ZddQ4Q6FrlmI8fL4qno/s1600/309B5ACA-4ECF-4D67-1B81-0F7977CC8390wallpaper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFsQPG9cf3H0h0zGa2mH58B8MoWR48NvfenuWeNLLuTsJscedabsQ75hQZbffBdPNKLi_-hbmfIbk2E73FSV1DisSozHwKaF3OTK4_p8Zm38oiYFG2fa-GOdGB9ZddQ4Q6FrlmI8fL4qno/s320/309B5ACA-4ECF-4D67-1B81-0F7977CC8390wallpaper.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I couldn't count all the hours of heart-to-heart conversations we've had. </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Heart to heart</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">, that is exactly right. For you are the sister of my heart. Though we are different in many ways: I'm sanguine, your melancholic; you love green, I love red; you're tall and let's just say I'm not; you straighten your hair, I have mine curled; also I have long hair, yours is short; I'm girly, you not so much; and what else? We two are a study in contrasts. But in the things that are important, things that last, we are exactly alike. And that's why I love talking with you, about everything and anything… but mostly about matters of the heart. I could just pour out my heart to you every time, without any fear. You not only listen to me gab and gab about my love life, but you understand. Sometimes more than I do. You give answers to questions and you give comfort. I don't know what I would do without you. I hope I wouldn’t have to know. 'Cause</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"> <a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1122312552/ivegotlisa">I've got you</a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"> here, close to me, despite the miles between us. I'm truly blessed and really glad for that. I'm very lucky to have you in my life, </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">sissy</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I miss you all the time. I really wish we're together more often. But maybe we won't have much to talk about if we're always together. Well, I doubt it. No matter what happens, no matter where we are, I'm sure that we will </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">always </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">have something to talk about. </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">It's true we don't talk as much as I'd like, but I hope I've told you this enough: </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">I love you my Lisatot. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Talk to you soon.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Always, your </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Little Big Sister</span></span> </div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;"><br />
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</div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-30738507492268245682010-09-09T20:51:00.029+08:002010-09-14T09:16:19.925+08:00Day 9 ~ Someone you wish you could meet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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</i></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I have been longing for you ever since I knew how it was to long for someone. To many shooting stars, in birthday candles, fallen eyelashes, in dandelions and flower petals, I have wished for you. For you are out there somewhere, far away in time and place, but you are also here in my heart. Shakespeare said: </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Journeys end in lovers meeting. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I cannot see you yet. The end for us is a long way ahead, but even now I am walking to you my love. Every day, every step, every beat of my heart, I know that the Lord is bringing me nearer to you. The road is long and sometimes I am weary. I long for you so much it feels like I am holding my breath. I long for you to be here, to be near, </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">to be known. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I can only dream you, and wish you and wait for you. </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">So patiently, I will wait . For I know - I am sure - every second of the wait will be worth it. I'll hold true to the promise I've made. For that promise is sacred and it is not in vain. I put my faith to the author of love, of </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">this</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> love, that He will see us through.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I will pray for you as I am waiting. I hope you will (pray) and are (waiting), too. 'Cause as I walk this road there are still many steps to take, many other paths to go through. As I dream of finding you, there are still other dreams to reach and destinies to be realized. For when I finally find you, I want to be ready. Ready to take on our destiny. God will lead us to that, in perfect time. And when that time comes, I know it will be grand and far-reaching than what I've ever dreamed of. Until then, I will be here, praying and steadfastly waiting. I will keep on longing for you and wishing on stars and dandelions, until every wish comes true and I will finally meet you.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"When shall these eyes behold, these arms be folded about thee?"</span></b></span></span></span></i><br />
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<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">to </span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">mah Boo & mah Tootoot:</span></i></b></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">I only get to see you a handful of times each year, but thank God for the internet! If not for Facebook I won't get my daily dose of you two. I miss you guys a lot! Our craziness and all the silly things we do. It seems so long since we were all together having fun. I can't clearly remember the last time. But, hey, at least in Facebook we're always together! It really lessens the long distances between all of us. Feels like we're just close, sitting together, laughing over jokes and high-fiving each other. I guess that would be the equivalent of all the Likes & Comments we do on FB. And we sure do a lot of those! We all Like each other's status updates, comments & photos and everything else. We copy each other's quotes & lyrics. Talk on the Comment thread like it's Chat. All of these makes me happy every time, makes me miss you less. Coz besides from being schoolmates, churchmates, </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">university</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">mates(?), now you two - my </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Cuzin Ikay Boo</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> & my </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Brintootoot</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> are my favorite internet friends! Facebookmates!*Like! Like! Like! Like!* ^_^</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Whenever we're all online, it's sure that there's something crazy going on around Facebook. Even more if you add our </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Ate</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">s, plus the Concepcion sisters. Facebook will explode! Haha. We should totally make a club, a mutual fans club of sisters - sisterses? - in FB. Whatcha think? Hehe.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">The rules will be simple: </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">*Liking of statuses & comments are not required but strongly suggested.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">*Plagiarism is not only allowed but strongly approved.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">*Salutations, compliments and good wishes in the comments are essential. </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">So, what else? NO ID, NO ENTRY? Also, Attendance is a Must. And what shall we call our club? </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">SISTERHOOD OF THE SISTERS? </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;">Suggestions please. We should have a meeting soon. We'll elect the club officers. All of us will be the muse. Haha. Then we'll schedule the Acquaintance Party, too. Then maybe we'll make a fan page, then we'll get millions and millions of Likes and then we'll take over all of Facebook. Bwahahaha. (Sorry, I haven't slept yet.) But in the mean time, I guess I'll just see you around our 'tamabayan'. 'Til next time we're online! </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">p.s. <a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1112150454/facebooksong">here. a facebook song for you.</a></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: auto;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Today of all days should be a happy one for you… but we can be sad too, if you want. As long as I'm beside you (in our hearts at least) I'll hold your hand, and we'll both try to smile through the tears. I really can't imagine what you're going through... the pain in your heart... how much you must miss him. I know no words to give you comfort. And I am so sorry that I am so far away at this time. All I can really do is be with you through the pain, and maybe, if I can, I'll do my best to ease some of it.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Especially today. I don’t know if you feel like celebrating, or maybe it's just too sad. But I can't let this day just pass… cause </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">you</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> are worth celebrating. I'm sure your dad, the one who knew most how special you are, would think so too. He would've wanted you to be a happy today. I want that, too. For you have made me happy a thousand times. I don't think there was a day with you that I haven't smiled. And surely, when I was down, even if you didn't know it or why, you always made me feel better. You are just so bright, so happy. You light up every day, everyone. And now, knowing you are sad and suffering, it just pains me so much. I cried for you. But more than that I'd like to smile for you, to make you smile, too. Even for just a little while, for just today. Just so you can know that you have all the strength you need to face these coming days. I know you do. And when your strength runs out, God will be there to carry you when you're too weak to go on anymore. Just lean on Him. Just have faith. He is always there for you. I'm just here, too. Across the distance, my love and my prayers are always with you. </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Today, my dearest wish is that you can take a rest from grief, have a little peace, a little joy. Maybe you can remember the past birthdays you've spent with your father. It may hurt, but there will be joy in it too. He loved you Dodo, I'm sure of that. That at least is worth celebrating today. And I love you, too. And I wish you, with all my heart, a happy birthday.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">In tears and in joy, always, <i>Banini. </i></span><br />
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<div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">Y'know it's kinda funny that I am writing this to you. But I guess you are exactly right for this. Let's see: [</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">ex] </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">- that's the main part there in the title --</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"> Boyfriend</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">, not exactly that, but you were close</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">... Crush</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">, well I can't deny that... Now</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">, love</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">, that's hard to tell. So I guess this is you... it's your letter. I don't really know though, what to say. In the hundred of months that have passed since then and now (and yes, I counted), we haven't really talked about this, about us... what happened to us then that has brought us where we are now. Maybe it's been long overdue. So here goes..</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">We were so young at that time, a hundred months ago. I don’t know about you but I felt I was young. Did you know that that time </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">- us </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">- was my first time to sail into the tumultuous waters that is romance? As you know, I'm not like most girls. When I met you, I was untried in the 'game of love'. And so there I was, naïve and utterly hopeful, optimistic and hopelessly ill-equipped. And there you were, exactly how I thought, how I dreamed you would be. You were so nice and kind and oh so sweet. A perfect gentleman. You said the right words, did the right things. You swept me off my feet. You were my prince and I was your princess. And we had our kingdom among the trees and mountains and long-winding roads of that far away place. We were together everyday, shared every moment of that unforgettable time. And so we grew closer. I got to know you and I liked the things I found out. You got to know me, too. And there we were enjoying the spring of love; where everyday's a beautiful day under the clear, blue summer sky, and at night the stars are out and shining bright. You promised me those stars. Remember? You said it'll be </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">you and me forever. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"> </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">At the end of our journey, as we went back home, my heart was full of memories of wonderful moments spent with you, and my head was filled with your promises. I was excited to go back to school and tell all my friends about you, about us... Everything we did, everything you said. But it didn't last too long. My excitement eventually turned into confusion. And those days after we came back aren't really clear to me anymore. Maybe the many questions I asked then had clouded my mind. All I remember was that you weren't there, not like you were with me back in the mountains and long roads. No more closeness, no more sweetness. Your promises have faded away. The summer was over. I didn't think we were too, but I really had no idea where it all went. Do you know? <a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1111286393/thensong">Did you forget?</a> Did you change your mind? Was it all just in my mind, brought on by too much sun and exhaustion? More questions. And there were no answers. Certainly none came from you. </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">But life had to go on of course. There were classes and responsibilities and other stuff to be dealt with, along with the heartaches and disenchanted hopes. I dealt with those in the best way I knew; cried a few tears and let go of some dreams. And so life went on for me. I was okay for the most part. But I haven't fully realized till much later that it was then that you have given me the first reason for bitterness in my young heart.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">The story of us didn't stop there. Our lives became entwined in ways we didn't imagine. And so our roads crossed many times in many places...some different, some again and again. After some awkward years, we'll meet, reconnect, maybe try to get close again, only to be lost once more. I'll go away, you'll come near. I'll walk closer then somehow you'll drift farther. We were like that for so long. And through all that, after a few heartbreaks and few glorious moments, we somehow ended up here - </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">you and me - </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">as friends, a kind of family. Life is weird, isn't it? In all our history of being together then apart, friends then enemies then </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">something else </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">in between, we really got to know one another. The real persons; who we really are, not just how we wanted to be with each other. Somehow you became someone in my life, someone other than what I wanted you to be in the first place... not less important, but important in another way. Do I still make sense? Our story is really quite confusing. But I don't think so now, not anymore. Everything's settled, right? There might still be some lingering unanswered questions , a few regrets, and maybe even a touch of </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">what if</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">'s left, but in the long way we've come, I've learned that there are roads that are just not meant to be traveled. I'm glad we've come this far and that I haven't lost you along the way. You're in my life, with some people you know that I've come to love very dearly. We're all good where we are now. You and I didn't start out this way, but we ended up in a much better place don't you think? I thank the stars for that. And the One who's holding them up there, the same hand who's holding </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">you and me </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;">together here.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e69138;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">If you're reading this, then this is for you. I don't really know if you're a stranger who just stumbled upon my blog or if I know you from some where, some time... but it really doesn't matter. For no one really is a stranger. You know why? Because there is one who knows you. Yes, you. Deeply, absolutely, completely. And more than that he loves you. Perfectly, undeniably, genuinely. It's true. He has chosen you to be his, to be his to love. It doesn’t matter at all if you gave him any reason to or not, he just loves you. He is amazing that way. His love is amazing. Imagine, he has done the greatest sacrifice anyone could ever do. He did it out of his love. And all he wants is for you to know him too. And maybe once you've known him, what he has done and what he will do in your life, you will love him too. He is just patiently waiting...</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 12.0pt; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">"I am standing at your heart's door, knocking. Anyone who hears my voice and opens the door will be glad. For I will come in and eat with him and he with me." (Revelations 3:20)</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">You're my favorite people in the whole wide world! ('cause I know I'm yours, too. Right? Right!?) I am </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">so </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">lucky and blessed to have the two of you so close to me. 'Cause is there anything else closer than the bond siblings share? No matter how old you grow and where ever life takes you, nothing really changes between brothers and sisters. I am thankful for that, the assurance that whatever happens, I'll always have the two of you in my life. You are so much a part of me: my playmates, my closest friends, my comfort, my joy, my </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">home.. </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">the ones who know me and love me completely. It's a most wonderful blessing to be your </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">'Ditse'. </span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000;">There's absolutely nothing like it, having you two as my sister and brother. I wouldn't trade it for anything. For you two are the most wonderful and amazing, extraordinary, beautiful and lovely persons I know. I couldn't ask for more.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I love you both, very very much. Nothing will ever change that.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 4 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span></span>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-73368374071245121772010-09-03T18:54:00.006+08:002010-12-03T12:33:00.504+08:00Day 3 ~ Your Parents<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgPy7xE8UuXrzxTdRtr3hA4-QKifb6S7_nkKY39WLBt76kUq0JtxHuZ-1svU8E_a9xKo4gWN07n-Zu8aMpB22rMHsQHndw7ZCDZstRSvOVBf120Ez2O1QocZgc8UT0i-osN690nnAiLgD/s1600/mom-and-dad-anniversary-message-21234108.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCgPy7xE8UuXrzxTdRtr3hA4-QKifb6S7_nkKY39WLBt76kUq0JtxHuZ-1svU8E_a9xKo4gWN07n-Zu8aMpB22rMHsQHndw7ZCDZstRSvOVBf120Ez2O1QocZgc8UT0i-osN690nnAiLgD/s320/mom-and-dad-anniversary-message-21234108.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">to the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">best people </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">in the world: </span></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Papa and Mama, </span></span></i></b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">That God gave me to you to be your daughter is one of the greatest proof that He truly loves me. Having you two is truly an unsurpassed blessing in my life. For you are the best kind of parents that anyone could ask for. I hope you know that Papa and Mama. If not, let me tell you...</span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckylV2YvdECwE2MJN_LKAvO59u3lhYWNMDmv7hA3E6VSZTLwOg6Vukly6a0MinajX_vB5KpmTL0sjrspkI7NEeSOtjJanQ_ZZAnSOXw59SxtHb-ccu7svEOm0Yu6KbSDU15tHjnIHcJgY/s1600/papa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckylV2YvdECwE2MJN_LKAvO59u3lhYWNMDmv7hA3E6VSZTLwOg6Vukly6a0MinajX_vB5KpmTL0sjrspkI7NEeSOtjJanQ_ZZAnSOXw59SxtHb-ccu7svEOm0Yu6KbSDU15tHjnIHcJgY/s200/papa.jpg" width="170" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">♥ </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">Papa, </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">you are and will always be the best man in my life. I love the way you are strong as you are gentle. You make me feel safe and so secure, even when I am far away from you. Just knowing that you'll always be there whatever happens. You are my hero. </span></i></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">I love how you make us laugh all the time, you're teasing & pangungulit. Some of my favorite memories are that of happy times at our dinner table where we tell jokes to each other. Yours are always the best and I still laugh no matter how many times I've heard it before. I've grown up with joy and laughter and I have you to thank for that. And more than the laughter, you've taught me how to be the best I can be: good and honest and Christ-like in every way, just as you are. You are my inspiration and my guide.</span></i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I am so proud to be called yours. Nothing really compares to the feeling of knowing for sure, without even a single doubt, that I am always loved... and that you two are behind me no matter what happens. I am </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">truly </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">blessed. I cannot stop thanking the Lord for you... and I can't thank you enough. For all that you have done and given to me cannot be measured in anyway, if at all. I am just in awe of how you've always held me, through your love and prayers, even through the times that I have caused you pain and sorrow. I'm so sorry for the times I have failed and disappointed you. And I just want to thank you from my heart for your love that is unconditional and some times undeserved. Your love will always be my strength and inspiration. I may not believe and trust in myself some times, but the way you do keeps me going. For all that, all I can say is these insufficient words: </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Thank you. </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">And I </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">will </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">keep on going, until we will overcome. I will try my best to live up to the things you have taught me... and to the name you have given me. With God's grace and through your love and support, I will make you proud of me, the way I am proud to be your daughter, your </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Evangeline - </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">your bearer of good news</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">.</span></i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">I love you Papa Brix and Mama Bing, very very much...</span></b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Always,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">your Evangeline</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">p.s. Every day with you has been <i><b><a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1058007652/songforpapamama">the best day</a></b></i> of my life...</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Calibri; line-height: 16px;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html" style="color: #ea9999;">Day 3 of 30 Letters in 30 Days</a></span>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-32825064618091652042010-09-02T03:06:00.003+08:002010-09-02T03:24:50.620+08:00Day 2 ~ Your Crush<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;">You're perfect for me, why aren't you here tonight?</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1049104263/heystephen">~<i>Hey Stephen </i>(Taylor Swift) </a></span></span></td></tr>
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</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">You don’t know it, but I'm your biggest fan. It certainly didn’t start out that way. When we met, you were just another guy, just a friend. But just a year after, I found myself thinking that you're just… </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">wonderful</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">. It's been a while since I realized that, that you were wonderful and amazing. I can even tell you how long it's been actually. I've been counting, you see. 'Cause I know exactly the moment when I began to see you as more than just a guy, more than a friend. You'd laugh if you knew when. From that time on, you've been slowly creeping your way into my heart. And so here we are: me, writing this letter and you, having no clue. I wonder if you'd know it’s for you… wonder if you'll realize just how much you meant to me… how you made me smile… how I loved being with you, just you sitting beside me, sometimes just silently. I loved best our late nights together, listening to music I pretended to like just because you did (I'm kidding. I did like them, most of them anyway), sharing cold, sweet drinks to thwart the summer heat. How I loved those times. I think I had a theme song for every one of those days. Yeah, some of them were even songs I learned from you. I was giddy and half in love. I wished everyday that that summer wouldn't have to end. But just like most good things, it had to end.</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> I miss you these days. You still manage to make me smile even when you’re not around. You’re just special that way. My heart still jumps a little whenever I hear your name. And yes, I'm still you’re biggest fan. Though you'll never know that. I'll keep it a secret, just how I'll always keep that special summer we had in my heart. Maybe we'll never be together like we were before. But, hey, </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">we'll always have that summer.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Always hoping, </span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Me </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">♥</span></span></i></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; line-height: 16px;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://vaniety.tumblr.com/post/1044329247/songforike"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">~ </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">Pieces of Me</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"> (Ashlee Simpson)</span></span></a></td></tr>
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</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I can’t remember exactly how </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">we</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> started…how you became important to me…how I came to love you as much as I do now. But I know exactly </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">why. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Because you're you…you're kind and gentle and generous, you love and care deeply, you’re steadfast… you’re the best kind of friend there is. You're the bestest, sweetest, chocolatiest friend I've ever had. And I love you, not just for these things, but because I just do.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">A thousand memories pass through my mind as I write this letter: good times with you back in high school (mostly I remember our many food trips), our frequent drama moments (remember when we cried in the CR?), our shared diary (wonder what happened to that), sleepovers, doing projects & the school news paper, then our gimiks during college, Valentine's date (the best one I had so far), and many more precious memories. Its been ten years since I've first known you. Can you believe it? It's amazing to see how far we've come...and yet nothing's really changed. We're still here, still friends. I thank God for that with every bit of my heart. I thank God for </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">you.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> And I thank you…for being who you are in my life: bestfriend, confidante, my bite of reality, my favorite letter-writer, my chocolate-giver, sister of my soul. You're every one of these and more. No wonder I love you.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">We share a special kind of closeness, you and I. A closeness that doesn't really depend on talking constantly, being together all the time and sharing every little thing. It comes from knowing that despite time and distance, there's that assurance that you're just on the other side, holding strong and steadfast to the promise of friendship and love. And though we don’t talk as much and we see each other less often, I know you’re still there and that you love me the same. You're one-liner texts that just seem to pop-up reminds me of that...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"I miss you...", "Take care Princessini.", "I love you Baninoy."</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> And you've also told me many times before, that you love me </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"kahit na matakaw at maingay" </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">ako, and even when I'm uber corny and a little bit crazy. You take care of me in your own way and you worry about me. I'm really, truly, totally, unquestionably, utterly blessed to have you in my life. Someone who knows and loves all the pieces of me. And I love you, too, every bit of you. I can’t tell you that enough. So I'll just keep on telling you, 'cause I know we're gonna be here for a long time yet.</span><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11.0pt; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Lots of corny and crazy love from me to you...</span><br />
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</span></div><div face="Calibri" size="11.0pt" style="margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Your </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Princessini Baninoy.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">♥</span></span></div><div face="Calibri" size="11.0pt" style="margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-letters.html">(Day 1 of 30 Letters in 30 Days)</a> </span><br />
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</div></span></span>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-53859623280844408392010-09-01T03:30:00.032+08:002010-12-03T11:53:38.492+08:00love for letters...<div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtNZp0EpnHm69QLDW9KBXi0SRfwWqfZyx-Gak6CZJXIckRqzFoNO6IWSDRNMLZW3P5eSDgaocx8ejwxu9HLZgwZrcJseFpYCq48CMgox5QhhA5R__CxoZcVG_-grg2SOZWocrvPGpam0J/s1600/download.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511657637108723970" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAtNZp0EpnHm69QLDW9KBXi0SRfwWqfZyx-Gak6CZJXIckRqzFoNO6IWSDRNMLZW3P5eSDgaocx8ejwxu9HLZgwZrcJseFpYCq48CMgox5QhhA5R__CxoZcVG_-grg2SOZWocrvPGpam0J/s200/download.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 158px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 158px;" /></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I love letters. I think I've written hundreds of them in my lifetime... letters to my childhood friend when we moved away from my home town, ones that had </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"Smile before you open"</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> written on the envelope. Letters on Christmas & Birthday cards I made myself and gave to my family when I was young and couldn't afford anything else. Silly notes passed to classmates. The tons of cards with long-winded letters I gave to my best friends, only for them to tease me about my bad hand-writing. And of course, the corny and dopey letters I wrote to my crushes in the countless diaries I kept back when I was young and stupid. All those and more.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511658430337999122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVjdhnHt8Hgz9E5-taCbbCRNBy9jE2QbutYEqoxMtQeeNYfc7vgaY4tyGyq3V4XBi5fcAu4OFex_rnZHLrt6q8B2CvOca2vdXBmcoglBc3dRF2SMfsPJCKVAnQoDgaQprlZlUNKhq_uT6/s200/download+%281%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 158px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 158px;" /></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">I also kept boxes full of letters I received myself. The letter my mom gave on my senior year retreat, the letter my sister wrote when I went away to college, a Valentine card w/ a letter from my best friend are few of the most memorable and most treasured that I have. It's the sentimental in me. And of course, as a lover of words and more so, a lover of love, my love for letters is as intrinsic as it can be.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">But these day and age of technology where fast and easy is the preferred way, sitting down with a pen & paper to spend considerable time in writing a letter is almost unthinkable. Why go through all that when you can simply and conveniently send a text or an email. I remember this </span><a href="http://twain-ty.blogspot.com/2010/06/love-letters.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">post</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> of a friend who said 'Gone are the days of love letters.' But I don't really think so. At least, I hope not. Cause I've still got a lot to say, words that can't really be said in any other way but in a letter. So now, for love of letters and for posterity's sake, I will write 30 letters for 30 people in 30 days. It's a trend going around blogs and I'm taking up the challenge. I will write those letters with my heart in my pen, with much love and inspiration like the letters of old.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511659690110902834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyfQRyxxG0mglUwfOnZ1CHnXPyVzmAZY2Q6_MvO5OR8emkvXe3kfPP9ZE98ybB36TDlGhtQ5UUJKvKnxRfy88muPRIllvBMZ-g280mMwbJ5XikHUao1fZnCAdU94MtDmftpBMLWuO-noF/s200/images.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 105px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 138px;" /></span><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Of course, I'll be posting these letters in my blog since this IS the day and age of technology, but I'll be writing it in paper, too, just like I used to do. But in whatever form, these letters will bear the love and thought they deserve.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><br />
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</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #66cccc;"><b>here's the list of the letters that have to be written:</b></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #66cccc;">*i've <span id="goog_661849384"></span><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/miss-half-way.html">changed<span id="goog_661849385"></span></a> this a bit from the <a href="http://evenstarwen.wordpress.com/2010/07/09/30-letters-in-30-days/">original</a>. i had to rearrange some days because of things that have happened/are happening in my life as i am doing the challenge...</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #66cccc;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 1 — </span><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-1-your-bestfriend.html"><span class="Apple-style-span">Your best friend</span></a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 2 — </span><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2-your-crush.html"><span class="Apple-style-span">Your crush</span></a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 3 — </span><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-3-your-parents.html"><span class="Apple-style-span">Your parents</span></a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 4 — </span><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-4-your-siblings.html"><span class="Apple-style-span">Your siblings</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span"> (or closest relative)</span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 5 — </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-5-stranger.html">A stranger</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 6 — </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-6-your-ex-boyfriendlovecrush.html">Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 7 — </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-7-person-whom-know-is-going-through.html">The person whom know is going through the worst of times</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 8 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-8-your-favorite-internet-friend.html">Your favorite internet friend</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 9 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-9-someone-you-wish-you-could-meet.html">Someone you wish you could meet</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 10 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-10-someone-you-dont-talk-to-as-much.html">Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 11 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-11-someone-who-was-once-in-your.html">Someone who was once in your life but isn't anymore</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 12 — </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-12-someone-youve-drifted-away-from.html">Someone you’ve drifted away from</a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 13 — </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-13-people-you-miss-most.html">The person you miss the most</a></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 14 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-14-someone-whos-not-in-your-country.html">Someone who’s not in your country</a></span></span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Day 15 — </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-15-someone-you-knew-was-meant-to-be.html">Someone that you knew was meant to be in your life</a></span></span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 16 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-16-someone-from-your-childhood.html">Someone from your childhood</a></span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 17 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-17-person-who-caused-you-lot-of.html">The person who caused you a lot of pain</a></span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 18 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-18-someone-that-pesters-your.html">Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad</a></span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 19 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-19-someone-you-judged-by-first.html">Someone you judged by the first impression</a></span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 20 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-20-someone-you-want-to-befriendget.html">Someone you want to befriend/get closer to</a></span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 21 — <a href="http://vanie-ty.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-21-friendliest-person-you-knew.html">The friendliest person you knew in just one day</a></span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 22 — The last person you made a pinky promise to</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 23 — Someone you want to give a second chance to</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 24 — Someone you want to kiss</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 25 — The person who gave you your favorite memories</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 26 — Someone who changed your life</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 27 — The person you want to tell everything to, but are too afraid</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 28 — The one who broke your heart the hardest</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 29 — A prayer</span></div><div style="color: #ff6666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span style="font-size: small;">Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror</span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"> </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: italic; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ff6666;"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;">It's a bit daunting, but I hope I'll be able to do all of it. For the next thirty days, the whole of September, I'll do this. For some letters to some people I might include a song since truly they are a form of love letters, too. I'll be posting here and in my Tumblr. I hope you'll take this journey with me, and maybe you'll grow to love letters too and take up this challenge.</span></span></div><div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3366ff;"><br />
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</span></div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-49993339526545738072010-03-18T03:06:00.007+08:002010-09-06T20:56:19.689+08:00On goodbyes, memories, and the ties that bind~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXRFQva8zI0d3G3Nul4bNouDgjEBoPmNeMcOBGmyUveIbQUHyTXJPdTu9xuyQU7CcuTFxnybY_QLN-Wf3ccYw4kZFIumga9hzNjXZ3rI4B4aCUrRWvc2Z7CK-13tkOcZ2ZLXZzH61-GvL/s1600-h/IMG-1377.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a><span xmlns=""></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span style="color: #8064a2; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I've had some practice of leaving and saying goodbye. Nothing so tragic and heart breaking, mind you. But little goodbyes, here and there, those that tug at your heart. Some goodbyes I hardly remember. Like when we left our home town Rio Tuba when I was eight to transfer to my father's family home town of Narra. I wasn't even there when they packed up our things, I was already at our new house, settling in and getting to know new friends and neighbors already. The sadness of leaving behind my childhood friends and playmates was eclipsed by the excitement of new places and faces. Maybe because I was still young and the distance wasn't much, so I was unaffected.</span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d99594; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I changed schools and houses a few more times, each time leaving dear friends behind. Leaving, but not forgetting. If you ask me who was my best friend growing up, I would say three names: Ate Kay-kay, my childhood best friend in Rio Tuba, Melanie or 'Bors' as we call her, whose sister is my Ate's best friend, too; and then Sanria, 'Iya', my neighbor and closest friend in Panacan (Narra). I treasure the memories of times I've had with them: dressing up for tennis, only to play '</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">tag-tagan</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">' at the tennis courts, having dramas and beauty contests after class at Ate Kay's house while Tita Merly is still at school; study sessions with Ate Kay-kay in their backyard while chewing gum that we dip in salt & vinegar when the sweetness is gone (haha. eew.); climbing </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Siresas</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> trees with Iya and RJ, her brother, and Amoy, another neighbor & friend, and my Ate, too; catching jellyfish with bamboo sticks and collecting </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">limpets</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> from rocks at the beach; and also playing all sorts of games like '</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Abot-abutan</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">', '</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Slipper Game</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">' and '</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Save-savan</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">'. Those were wonderful times - carefree, joyful times. Childhood memories I'll hold dear and save to look back on when I'm old and gray. There were few pictures of those times, </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">digi cams </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">weren't so in vogue then, so I only have my mind pictures. And barring amnesia or Alzheimer's (Please, God, no.), I'll just have to walk through memory lane to bring back the joys of my youth.</span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And then there's the memories of adolescence - funny and sweet and also painful most of them are. My recollections of my high school years are a mix of awful and embarrassing memories, along with the sweet and wonderful unforgettable moments. It was certainly full of drama: the usual growing pains, add to that a bout of unrequited love (or so I thought), betrayal of friends and little heart breaks of different kinds. But then drama is a sure thing in the anguished lives the young lead. So my high school life is not dull to say the least. The best thing that happened is that it was during then that I found my true, lasting friends: Ike, Chu-an, May, Mia & Oro - CROAGS we called ourselves (initials of our last names).</span></span></div></span><span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693567424248066" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbZ-2nNUHAS3RMkloVzPUYVrVAxrNfqje89lgbSgRX_g3tRTtdNdfO0pOrTXEU5QmS80hciJRcg7waRuJx29nqq2MoYGm1lX9h5eu4gBQxmC0_rNfz64VN6otaCES13sQ5P6TzX5IuCIZ4/s200/croags-cottage3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /></span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I was blessed to have that, it made all the drama I had to go through more than worth it. But then having found the joy of true friendship made leaving it difficult. I've talked about goodbyes that just breezed through my life, and then there's the goodbyes that left marks of its passing. The thought of leaving the people you've been with for four years, people who've shared about a thousand of your days, was daunting then in our naive young minds. It seemed all that we hold dear is at an end. I know we exaggerate; we love drama like I said. But still it felt that way. We were a close bunch, since we're the only section in our year, our school being a private one and only small. Though we have cliques and barkadas, we were all pretty close.</span></span></div></span><span xmlns=""><span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449693079556138514" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxYbXI5CnTaTVORZ-tb6pRQjxERe5t8s4pXgERYT8dXvSDVWstaxNWgc6XSFQM2vU-_V1ybx76ZRd7q2YHkGlViUv1LFtkb6yWt0lezXBppElVKAcKPo-cBQOLqSWjSA6aOku9nCanpdYl/s200/iv-hope.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /></span></span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So senior year came and we were counting the days to graduation. Through college applications and entrance exams, laboring on our thesis and final projects, we both dreaded and savored each days of our last year in high school. A painful goodbye was just waiting on the horizon. Oh, we know we'll see each other again, especially those of us who'll be studying in Manila, but we're sure it won't ever be the same. The memorable goodbye came not during our graduation or grad ball as you might think, it happened during our JS Camp (Yes, we have a camp instead of prom. How cool are we?), around October, I think. It wasn't planned at all, or expected, since March was still months away. That made it all the more sweeter and unforgettable. Especially since it was the guys - our tough, macho, manly classmates - that started it all. It was during the last day of the three-day camp, in one of our last sessions. The atmosphere was already emotional since our school pastor just finished praying for those who have family problems and broken relationships and many of us cried. It was then that some of our boys at the back started crying and exclaiming, </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Pare, magkakahiwa-hiwalay na tayo..."</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">, and gushing such sentiments loudly. And then all of us in our class were crying, too. Hugs and teary </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thank you's</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> and </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm sorry's </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">went all around. </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"I'll never forget you"</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> was said many times. Each one of us was saying goodbye to best friends, lovers, seatmates, friends, even enemies, and to anyone and everyone who meant something. It was such an incredible moment. Too bad we have no pictures of that time except for one blurry shot of tear-stained faces which was taken only afterwards. But really, who would have thought of picture-taking at that time? We were all busy crying our hearts out. The theme song of the camp "Faithful Friend" was playing then and that became our graduation song. I don't think I'll ever forget that moment in time. No need for a picture when it's still clear in my mind. There are instances like that, memories of a time that would stay with you always. And that time was the most unforgettable goodbye in my life so far. But it wasn't the last.</span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c00000; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">College brought on wonderful people to my life. I met the most interesting, the smartest and most talented people I've ever met in UP. It was both impressing and intimidating. But thank God for Kalayaan Residence Hall, an all-freshmen coed dormitory in UP Diliman. It was there that I settled in and adjusted to the new adventures of college life, together with other lost, homesick, culture-shocked and mostly nervous freshies. We were all on the same boat, setting out to sail together in the ocean that is UP. It wasn't exactly smooth sailing, but at least I wasn't alone on the rough waters. And with the ship mates I had, what fun it was.</span></span></div></span><span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449695881863371346" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqqV61-564BPhyphenhyphenEyctELch5ug5Bqq09pC4AsKyJ2fq04JV8OiJGDNoO7v4JxxVqot6qMS7EcAXNxusz4C5TJs3YDt96_MxbvdBZhHhUgJodkIGboBab7gf2zTKz4uiCUo0hpnB8LB6mRT8/s200/6700_1182966647262_1021106611_585979_8347002_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /></span></span></div><div><span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"></span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c00000; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Fate had put me in a room in the Third Floor of BA in Kalai. BA stands for Boy's Annex, which was occupied by girls. Funny, I know. But we liked it. We were separated from the other girls in the Girls' Wing, but connected instead to the Boys' Wing, with the doors between corridors securely nailed shut of course. Still, it made dorm life definitely more interesting. There were twenty of us living in the third floor: twenty different people, a mix of different backgrounds, personalities, likes and dislikes, and most important of all, differing in how long we took to shower. It could've been a disaster, especially since there were only two bath stalls in our floor. Imagine the horrible possibilities! But it was different for us. Yes, we were all different, but we were the same, too, in other ways. And we were good </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">together</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. We looked good, too. Haha. And so life in the top floor of BA was fun, </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">girly, </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">filled with good friendship, fashion advice, closets open for anything you need; wallets, too, for that matter; sympathy for terror profs and hell weeks; shared crushes and secrets; sugar and spice and everything nice. It was a good life. It was better (or worse?) because of the boys on the other side of the door, our partner corridor, 3D Boys as they were called. We consider them our floor mates, too. </span></span></div></span><span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449695327109968946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ1eoPMeWfTxZ9jdSUQT5BexcE3OE1TlwdpBAUxxuHnscOFMR6Qzp1L1cQWbU-dXWkFmYUlWWN6cOxwvMEX8pOfG9LgQbfipdiOb36RM-em8Pmipm9LTKK2ySFR3movc34S8ebS5-Lf3MT/s200/6700_1182966847267_1021106611_585984_7598913_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; width: 150px;" /></span></span></div><div><span xmlns=""></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c00000; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We were always together, and we had fun - eating together, whether it's Bermont's that we loved or Gloria's that we all hated; tambays at Sunken Garden just before curfew, even late night forays to Beta Way; going to concerts, movies & plays together; Sunday lunch at Mang Jimmy's; the many overnights at Jollibee Philcoa; countless times of simply talking and laughing. There's also the highlights of our shared Kalai days: cheering for our team BATRIX during the sports fest, the fantastic, or you could say disastrous, cheer dance we crammed for and performed; various dances and events held at the MPH; Freshie Concert and UP Fair; Pasalubong Fest; and of course, our Open House and the Formal Dinner, and many other unforgettable moments in that one year we shared under one roof. But we only had that one year. We all knew that at the end of the second semester we would all have to leave dear old Kalai for other upper class dorms, boarding houses or apartments. It was sad, and so inevitable. Another goodbye. For some it wasn't such a big deal. After all we would still be school mates, most would still be together in Ilang, Yakal or Molave, the other dorms in UP, or at least living close together and seeing much of each other. Of course to me, the Queen of Attachments, all that doesn't make the end of our Kalai days any easier. To my sentimental soul it was exactly like leaving behind a place of comfort, a time of peace, and most important the love and friendship that were defined in the halls and walls of Kalayaan Residence Hall. The bonds that were formed out of being together day and night will never be the same after we leave. But leave we had to. So I had my dearest floor mates write letters in a notebook that would be the record of all that we had in the year we shared a home. It's one of my most treasured things, but not as treasured as the love and friendships that started in Kalai, but definitely did not end there.</span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">After freshman year, I stayed in a boarding house near the campus with five other girls, who were also from Kalai, so all of us were already friends. This became my new family: our </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Mama</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> Rej, then Krisel, Jecha, Kez and Dodo were my </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">Ate</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">s (me being the youngest). Life was fun at 12A, Ocampo St., Bgy.UP Campus, and it became </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">home</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> for me. Books, lots of books, piled up on my shelves, my clutter was always all around (thank God for kind & understanding house mates and Ate Lot, our ever diligent land lady), and that dark, tiny half-of-a-house became the meaning of comfort to me. Especially in the way of living with people who care for you. Years passed, some of my house mates moved out, some new ones came, like Faye, Toni & Jamie and Ate Case, too, who seemed like she lived there, and lots and lots of memories were made. Lunches and dinners at Blue House, Sephali, Manang Fe's or sa ihaw-ihaw or just </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">de lata</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> at home, birthday surprises, kwentuhans that last till moring, mall gimiks, movie dates, pictorials galore, our 'book club' (they all read my books) & countless DVD marathons and PC games tournaments: living day in and day out made us all grow closer. And of course there's some really unforgettable moments: like the telenovela-like drama of our land ladies, survival living in the dark for days 'cause of the storm & brown-out, midnight excursions to the ER for bullets-or-snake bite?, the case of the missing laptop, then the case of the stolen laptop, and many others that cause me to smile now. Through all these our bond grew ever more stronger. </span></span></span></div></span><span xmlns=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449697536699905874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXRFQva8zI0d3G3Nul4bNouDgjEBoPmNeMcOBGmyUveIbQUHyTXJPdTu9xuyQU7CcuTFxnybY_QLN-Wf3ccYw4kZFIumga9hzNjXZ3rI4B4aCUrRWvc2Z7CK-13tkOcZ2ZLXZzH61-GvL/s200/IMG-1377.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 150px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 0px; width: 200px;" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><span xmlns=""></span></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">The </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;">'Sisterhood'</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"> was born then - me as Lena, Dodo as Bridget, Mama Rej as Tibby and Kez the reluctant Carmen - and continued on even when we weren't living together anymore. We were friends, much like those characters in the book (by Ann Brashares) that we all liked. Even more, we were real sisters, in our hearts anyway. So when time came I had to leave Manila and say goodbye to that house I've called home for some four years, I brought with me not only my clutter and tons of books, but thousands of memories of thousands of days of joy & friendship & sisterhood and love. It was sad to say goodbye, but not too sad, because I know - I'm sure - it was not the end of us.</span></span></span></span></div></span></div><div><span xmlns=""></span><br />
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<span xmlns=""><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;">Memories truly are a wonderful thing. Thousand songs and poems and quotes have been written about it. "Memories are the treasures that we keep locked deep within the storehouse or our souls..." (Becky Aligada). With me, it's not only in my souls but in little boxes of mementos and sentimental nothings. In my case, it's a big box. Being the sentimental fool that I am, I've kept boxes full of 'memorable' stuff ever since high school: notes passed during class, Christmas & Valentine's cards and letters, ribbons, gift wrappers and tags, slum books and several diaries, and some weird things like torn pieces of paper that Acoy, my 'Dad' in high school asked me to keep, and I did; an old ballpen that my crush have borrowed from me; stones from El Nido, dried flowers and many, many other things. I had to buy more boxes when I got to college to have space for more, like the post-it notes from my Kalai roommate Jhai and my dear floor mates, tickets of different kinds: from movies I've watched at Cine Adarna and all the mall cinemas, UP Fair tickets (I have one for every year I was in UP), and other concerts I've attended, and UAAP game tickets, too; restaurant and fast food receipts; even tissues and placemats of places me and my friends have eaten at, and silly things that I keep from happy, or sometimes sad, moments in my life. I could say that these could be one of my most </span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;">preciousssest</span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0;"> belongings. Say if my house is on fire, my memory boxes would be one of the things I'll risk my life for saving. Really. That is after I've secured all my books. Whenever nostalgia assails me, which is more often than you think, I open these boxes and peruse what's inside along with the memory that comes with each sappy, silly thing. And if those memories are of distant places or distant times, the act of remembering lessens the gap of then and now.</span></span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c00000; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccc0d9;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e5b8b7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I've written before that memories are bittersweet: it makes you happy in remembrance but makes you long for what is past and gone. It's still the same for me, more so maybe, now that more years are added in my life, meaning more memories. I'm blessed to have many friends from the many places I've been, which means I've shared and stored up lots of memories of time spent with those people in those places. Which in turn mean that now, being far from them; I miss a lot of people in a lot of places. And it's true, it's a hard life... it's </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> life, and I wouldn't have it any other way. It is bittersweet... but I'll take the bitterness of missing because the sweetness of remembering makes it all worth it. And in remembering I'm glad to know that the life I've lived is made up of these glorious memories… memories of goodbyes & hellos, memories of friendship & love. But not only memories, these are the ties that bind, no matter the distance of time and space, ties that bind me to the people – dearest and beloved friends - that I've said goodbye to, but never ever really left behind…</span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="margin-left: 27pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c00000; font-family: Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ccc0d9;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e5b8b7;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8064a2;"><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">"Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?"</span></em></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> ~Richard Bach </span></span></span></span></span></span></div></span><br />
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</div></div>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7585214956541096873.post-72101754407186575012009-08-17T20:42:00.005+08:002009-10-22T22:34:05.084+08:00a story of a blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGnki9ZLpZLxMWD00CmkBNWG_sV-21LWMsN34aA5-TQeMPHsJLnjNge0YmkPsjC3P-Fu0gPPZQcdXA_9tExK_KBSFIR2vov_59rIoP4WMyDNTki-pscwEnH-J8LOQAvt09z0VHy6k0-8H/s1600-h/_star.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGnki9ZLpZLxMWD00CmkBNWG_sV-21LWMsN34aA5-TQeMPHsJLnjNge0YmkPsjC3P-Fu0gPPZQcdXA_9tExK_KBSFIR2vov_59rIoP4WMyDNTki-pscwEnH-J8LOQAvt09z0VHy6k0-8H/s320/_star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371520652651554290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Once upon a time, long, long, ago, a young princess discovered the magical world of Internet. It was truly a wonderland. She discovered tons of stuff in the wondrous world wide web <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(wwww? hehe.)</span></span> - games, music, movies, videos, social networks and all kinds of information. And then, there was that thing they called... <span style="font-style: italic;">'BLOGS'. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Strange word really, but whatever it means, it was good. So the beautiful princess who loved to write and who was really vain enough to assume that the rest of the world wanted to know what she thinks, started to explore this wonderful world of blogging. In those ancient times, the kingdom of Friendster was the reigning land, and so there started our heroine's journey to blogging. In the following years, as the young princess journey through the perilous path into being a lady, the blog that was called <span style="font-style: italic;">"Life in the Making" </span>stood witness to some unforgettable events and what she liked to call <span style="font-style: italic;">"blog-worthy"</span> moments, which was pretty much w</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">hatever she can think of. So there she wrote about her adventures and her misadventures, and into that blog she poured her thoughts, her sentiments, and her dreams and hopes. It was a good blog. But, alas, the ruler of Friendster turned into an evil, blog-losing tyrant, and to our damsel's distress, her beloved blog was suddenly lost. She searched cyberspace high and low, asked for the help of Fairy Search Engines, entreated the king of Friendster, but to no avail.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" href="http://prinsesavanie.multiply.com/journal/item/9">All was lost</a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">.</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This saddened the princess very much, but there was nothing she can do... Except <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(pause)</span></span>, maybe <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(longer pause)</span>, </span>begin again...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">It was hard at first, since the princess was still very sad about the vanished posts that are now forever lost in cyber-heaven. But with the inspiration of her Wizard friend, and her Non-evil-not-ugly-not-step Sister, she finally decided to embark on a new journey to blogdom. She looked for a worthy site, endeavored to think of a good blog title, labored long and hard for the first post... And now, at last, we are here: at the beginning of a new blog... a novel pursuit of greatness </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(and vanity, of course)...</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> and the continuation of the story of a life of a princess, because the way it unfolds is yet to be told...</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">~~~</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></p><p face="verdana" size="11pt" style="margin: 0in; text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5qMLAS7NqJEeL8ohetjSK-kopp_gwb2dzVHXn9x4_wEk8nuSXqF-RUUtBi5vBIAeQbSWKw9VI6hxau6Mrj829IhLTxPm4zFxfRNPzvXYzfXcWg3oWMWfMdWeI_kJ6f3iQ5MHVg4TJ_Mq/s1600-h/Reaching_For_The_Stars_by_kaotickell.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 64px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5qMLAS7NqJEeL8ohetjSK-kopp_gwb2dzVHXn9x4_wEk8nuSXqF-RUUtBi5vBIAeQbSWKw9VI6hxau6Mrj829IhLTxPm4zFxfRNPzvXYzfXcWg3oWMWfMdWeI_kJ6f3iQ5MHVg4TJ_Mq/s320/Reaching_For_The_Stars_by_kaotickell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371326874201775378" border="0" /></a></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Oookay... enough silliness. The point is, I have a new blog!!! And after all the disasters, I'm just now excited about i</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">t!</span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Yey!!! Wee!!! =) OK, too much excitement. Anyway, welcome people! if people, other than my sister <span style="font-style: italic;">(Hi Ate!)</span>, actually read this. hehe. So this is it. <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">F</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">ille des étoiles </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><span style="font-style: italic;">(</span>read as "fee-dizet-wal"). <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Girl of the Stars.</span> </span>This was inspired by Jerry Spinelli's '<span style="font-style: italic;">Stargirl' </span>books, which I loved so much. <span style="font-style: italic;">Stargirl</span> is a girl who is just so amazing. She is bright and shiny as her name is; generous, selfless, extraordinary and beautiful inside and out. I want to be like her. I recommend you read the book and get to know her, too. And so I named this blog as such. And why in French, you may ask? Well, just because I like it. Actually, I started to try learning French, more than a year ago, I think. Now, I just know more or less five sentences. Still, it's my dream to be fluent in <span style="font-style: italic;">le Français</span> someday. And for me, everything sounds prettier in French. hehe.<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">There are other reasons for my <span style="font-style: italic;">'Star'</span> theme. <span style="font-style: italic;">"There was a star danced, and under that I was born." (Shakespeare). </span>I'm a dreamer and I am reaching for the stars, because, and I quote Shakespeare once again, <span style="font-style: italic;">"I have immortal longings in me." </span>And there's a timelessness when we talk of stars, don't you think? Because they linger long after they are gone. What we actually see in our night sky might be the light of stars already lost long ago. And what mortal doesn't dream of not being forgotten, of leaving a mark once our fleeting lives are past? <span style="font-style: italic;">"Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity, and so we ask ourselves, will our actions echo across the centuries?" (Odysseus in Troy). </span>So these words in my blog, silly as they might be, is my hope of leaving a light behind. I don't dream of inspiring people to great feats of passion and wondrous insights to the secrets of the universe. (Though I admit that I dream of being quoted someday. hehe.) In my own way, I just want to share my little world of thoughts and sentiments to anyone who'd like to hear. Who knows, I just might be able to cast a gleam, a twinkle, in the path you're on in this ever-changing road of life.<br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"You are the light of the world... Make your light shine, so that others will see the good that you do, and will praise your Father in Heaven." -Matthew 5: 14 & 16 </span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"></span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">So, read on... ;)</span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in; text-align: left;font-family:verdana;font-size:11pt;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /></span></span></span></p>prinsesavaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14894646248570691632noreply@blogger.com3