<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698</id><updated>2011-09-05T05:34:22.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MAL'SrandomSPACE</title><subtitle type='html'>~It's my blog and I'll 'CRY' if I want to~</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-2044637862681289266</id><published>2009-07-10T02:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T02:29:05.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mariah's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,153,0)"&gt;"I Stay In Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying inside 'cause I can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;Make or break up&lt;br /&gt;Can't take this madness&lt;br /&gt;We don't even really know why&lt;br /&gt;All I know is baby&lt;br /&gt;I try and try so hard&lt;br /&gt;To keep our love alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know me at this point&lt;br /&gt;Then I highly doubt you ever will&lt;br /&gt;I really need you to give me&lt;br /&gt;That unconditional love I used to feel&lt;br /&gt;It's a mistake if we just erase it&lt;br /&gt;From our hearts and minds and I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We said let go&lt;br /&gt;But I kept on hanging on&lt;br /&gt;Inside I know it's over&lt;br /&gt;You're really gone&lt;br /&gt;It's killing me&lt;br /&gt;'cause there ain't nothing&lt;br /&gt;That I can do&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And I keep on telling myself&lt;br /&gt;That you'll come back around&lt;br /&gt;And I try to front like "Oh well"&lt;br /&gt;Each time you let me down&lt;br /&gt;See I can't get over you now&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;But baby, baby&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Na na na na na na na na na&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I stay in love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cuts so deep&lt;br /&gt;It hurts down to my soul&lt;br /&gt;My friends tell me&lt;br /&gt;I ain't the same no more&lt;br /&gt;We still need each other&lt;br /&gt;When we stumble and fall&lt;br /&gt;How we gonna act&lt;br /&gt;Like what we had&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin' at all now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, what I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;Ride shotgun next to you&lt;br /&gt;With the top down like we used to&lt;br /&gt;Hit the block&lt;br /&gt;Proud in the SUV&lt;br /&gt;We both know our heart is breaking&lt;br /&gt;Can we learn from our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I can't last one moment alone&lt;br /&gt;Now go I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay in love&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I stay in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that I can relate to this song. I don't want to relate to songs like this.&lt;br /&gt;It is sad and pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;The song just says it all. All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-2044637862681289266?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/2044637862681289266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=2044637862681289266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/2044637862681289266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/2044637862681289266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2009/07/mariahs.html' title='Mariah&apos;s'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-3758374075217305361</id><published>2009-07-08T21:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:07:41.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over.</title><content type='html'>We broke last July 7, 2009. To be specific, you broke up with me in an offline message. Cool. I am really sad right now and very confused. I did not really understand what your reason was. I read the message three times and thought twice if it was a break up message. Then, I saw your status in friendster and you are now listed as single. Then, I am pretty sure that was a break up message right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could it be so easy for you?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do it in an offline message?&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are just the things I want to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't really want to get the answers right now. Maybe I am afraid of the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get my answers later, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I will let you be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-3758374075217305361?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/3758374075217305361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=3758374075217305361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/3758374075217305361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/3758374075217305361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2009/07/over.html' title='Over.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-4485965166072122706</id><published>2008-06-05T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:40:01.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It was 1999</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Category: Music&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Pop&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Verve Pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;***This song makes me weep inside. I don't know why. It brings me to an untouched territory, that corner of me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;----- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Freshmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I was young and knew everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And she a punk who rarely ever took advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now Im guilt stricken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sobbing with my head on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stop a babys breath and a shoe full of rice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cant be held responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cause she was touching her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I wont be held responsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;She fell in love in the first place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the life of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What made us think that we were wise and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wed never comprimise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;For the life of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wed ever die for these sins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We were merely freshman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;My best friend took a weeks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vacation to forget her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;His girl took a weeks worth of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Valium and slept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now hes guilt stricken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sobbing with his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Head on the floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thinks about her now and how he never really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wept he says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weve tried to wash our hands of all of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We never talk of our lacking relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;And how were guilt stricken sobbing with our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Heads on the floorWe fell through the ice when we tried not to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Slip, wed say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-4485965166072122706?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/4485965166072122706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=4485965166072122706' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/4485965166072122706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/4485965166072122706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-was-1999.html' title='It was 1999'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-2364066167236830899</id><published>2008-06-05T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T18:13:56.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 5:00 am. Tried to go back to sleep but can't. I turned to the book I started reading yesterday. It's Dean Koontz' Dragon Tears. Read, read, read. Then I decided to go down and smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kno how it is when you feel restless, like you want to do something but don't kno what you want to do. It is just frustrating. I decided to go here at work even if it is my day off. And I decided to write, eventhough I don't kno what to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to think about something and I'll write some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-2364066167236830899?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/2364066167236830899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=2364066167236830899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/2364066167236830899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/2364066167236830899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2008/06/boredom.html' title='Boredom.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-3498889619276034214</id><published>2008-06-03T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T14:59:03.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mal is Back.</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it? The last time I wrote here was January 2007? Dayum. So it has been that long, huh. Where have I been? Lost, I think. I was lost and now I'm found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lotta things happen the past year. I was caught up with all those important and non-improtant things that I was not able to write anymore. Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I plan to write more now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-3498889619276034214?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/3498889619276034214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=3498889619276034214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/3498889619276034214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/3498889619276034214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2008/06/mal-is-back.html' title='Mal is Back.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-1855568218559121225</id><published>2007-01-31T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T18:41:46.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzz</title><content type='html'>this blog has been sleeping for such a long time already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-1855568218559121225?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/1855568218559121225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=1855568218559121225' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/1855568218559121225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/1855568218559121225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2007/01/zzzzz.html' title='Zzzzz'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116395899104744821</id><published>2006-11-19T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T09:58:23.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick..NOT (no more)</title><content type='html'>I was down with fever fa three days, sore throat, and aches here and there. It was hellish. It started in the middle of my shift at work. I had slight fever then, but decided to get on with the shift, hoping to get better after taking paracetamol. But ye, the fever stuck. When I get to my place, I was so feverish, I cried. I was crying, wishing I was home. Realized it's hard to get sick when you're far from home, far from mami, sniffs. I cried myself to sleep. You know how it is when your sick , you feel helpless and you think you're so 'kawawa'. *sigh* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm better now. Not sick no more of that tonsilopharyngitis thingie and.... that thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116395899104744821?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116395899104744821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116395899104744821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116395899104744821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116395899104744821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/11/sicknot-no-more.html' title='Sick..NOT (no more)'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116274390164725456</id><published>2006-11-05T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T08:25:55.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer.</title><content type='html'>Isn't it frustrating that when you finally decided to give someone that chance to penetrate your life, he's not in for the grabs? Just when you finally believed in the possibilities of having magical experiences with this someone, he's gone uninterested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate playing tricks again, just plain bad luck, or being stupid again, it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy was not real.&lt;br /&gt;Period.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116274390164725456?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116274390164725456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116274390164725456' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116274390164725456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go home to Batangas. &lt;br /&gt;I will feel much better there. &lt;br /&gt;I feel safer there, safe from everything, from anything lethal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116218236797513287?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116218236797513287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116218236797513287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116218236797513287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116218236797513287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-sick_116218236797513287.html' title='So Sick.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116208815343119732</id><published>2006-10-28T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T19:15:56.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>COLDs.</title><content type='html'>*the bodily disorder&lt;br /&gt;*the temperature&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;*that thing you turned into when you lose the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shivers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116208815343119732?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116208815343119732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116208815343119732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116208815343119732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116208815343119732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/colds.html' title='COLDs.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116172223663557296</id><published>2006-10-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:37:16.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/1600/mal.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/320/mal.6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;When we took this pic, we didn't talk about doin the funnii face. It was realli random. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116172223663557296?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116172223663557296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116172223663557296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116172223663557296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116172223663557296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116172142863977454</id><published>2006-10-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T13:24:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tummi Butterflies.</title><content type='html'>Them butterflies flyin' the minute before I log on the phones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly~&lt;br /&gt;Fly~&lt;br /&gt;Fly~&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyin inside my tum tum~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116172142863977454?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116172142863977454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116172142863977454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116172142863977454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116172142863977454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/tummi-butterflies.html' title='The Tummi Butterflies.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116156547346494313</id><published>2006-10-22T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:38:44.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im back....</title><content type='html'>I was away for so long from work that I nearli jumped off of my reckliner when I got my first call. Well, I'm jumpi ye, but the drumbeat while I was taking the calls, dammmmmmn. My heart's drumbeat, babiii, o yeee. Haha. You remember in high school, whenever you see your crush, there's that drumbeat that onli you can hear, and you realize it wus just your heart thumping? Haha. That same frigiin beat man. But I miss it, as much as I miss having the real drumbeat when I see someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maleen is back to her magicless existence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116156547346494313?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116156547346494313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116156547346494313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116156547346494313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116156547346494313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-back.html' title='Im back....'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116155541352072857</id><published>2006-10-22T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:33:34.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trip.</title><content type='html'>We planned the trip for almost a month. And ye, it's done now. But I can still feel the fun at the tip of my toenails. The Baguio climate was perfect. Lotsa cute guys. Purrrfect. We left Manila 3pm,October 14th. We didn't waste anytime, right after we unpack, we set foot to finding a place to parti. We went to this bar called Albertos. It wus jampacked wit people. And it wus hella hot inside. We danced and drank. Twus fun. Not bad fa the first night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day (Sunday, October 15), we go shop fa things, taking pictures on the side. Then we went to the mall to have coffee (at koffia) and took pictures (again). The sunset at the balconi of the mall where we are having coffee was breathtaking. It got darker and the view took my breath so far away, it took all of me, and for a split second, I understood once again to be in love. That night we didn't go out. We decided to drink at that place where we be staying. We had tequilas. Yuuuummm. The plan was, shot or dare. If you don't wanna take the shot, then it's a dare fa you. But ye ye, we were all hardii and everyone took all of em shots. But the winner that night was Virgii. Haha. She was sooo dead drunk, she was talkin in her sleep. Then I went and ask her questions and she didn't disappoint us, she was answering. Haha. We got that recorded in my phone. Yey. I'll transcribe everything, Virgii. Haha. We laughed and I cried and I got spooked and I got mad wit Red. Sounds fun. I mean, From F to the U to the friggin N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day (Monday, October 16th), the three other people who were with us left that day. Anne, Virgii and Ace. But Red's partner, Rim arrived earli that day. So, all four of us were left. Of course, we shop again, then we had coffee at koffia. Kyla's uncle was with us. That night, we had some sorta miscommunication. Haha. But we were able to patch things and we went out. That night turned out so well. We got back to the hotel realli realli realli drunk, except for Kyla. That mean concoction that we had wassss pretti hard. Haha. The bar calls it lethal injection. And man, it was the shit. That shit got me high. Man, twus one helluva night. But definiteli grrrrrreat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day (Tuesday, October 17th), we just had rest the whole day. Then we got the news that Red will be off to China on the 28th. Sad. So, Rim and him didn't join us that night. They wanted some time alone, for them to talk. So we left them. So, it wus just us, gurls who went out. Kyla and I was realli wishing to meet friends when we went to that bar we had been the other night, the lethal injection bar. Haha. So, ye. We ordered margaritas. Not too many people though, cuz it wus a tuesday night. So, ye. Then one of the djs approached us and talked to kyla. Then this other dj who was also serving tables gave us tequilas. This guy from the other table ordered it for us in exchange for my number. Haha. Funny. Of course I don't wanna give out my number without even knowing the person, ya? So, Kyla was still talkin to this DJ. Name is Jovic. And I was just sitting there sippin my margarita, and puffing and having fun. Hehe. The guy who gave us margaritas wouldn't wanna go to our table and talk to us. So, ya. Haha. And damn, I wus like, how can I even drink this free margarita when I don't even know who bought it. I felt like we (me and kyla) were two fishes in an aquarium. Haha. Felt like someone is staring and waiting for us to do something stupid. Hehe. Then the people from the table where the free margarita came from left, so we were able to drink the margarita. Haha. Our mission that night was accomplished. We met this realli realli cool guys. The DJ's in this bar (DJ Jovic, Jun, JP, Pots). They finna invited us to join the "after party" at this JP's place. We went to the after party, and man they were nice and and it was all clean. Then they finna invited us to their cook out later that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (October 18), we're suppose to go home after lunch. But of course, the new found friends invited us to the cook out. So, we checked outta the hotel at 1pm, then Jovic picked us up and went to JP's place. Then ye. We drank and eat. And eat lots. Cupcake Jun's sinigang was the best. The tahong was delicious. And the sashimi was nice. We played video games, drank, eat more and drank more. It wus great to be wit fun people. Red and Rim was there too cuz they agreed to leave later. Everything went ok. First plan was to leave 12 midnight but of course what happened was, Kyla and I left the next day at 8am. But it was all fun. I can't stress more how fun it all wus. But all I can say is, we're definiteli goin back. Yey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Baguio, Baguio. I'll go back there and experience the magic once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116155541352072857?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116155541352072857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116155541352072857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116155541352072857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116155541352072857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/trip.html' title='The Trip.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116055678487629895</id><published>2006-10-11T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:55:35.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>G4H here anyone interested?????</title><content type='html'>This gurl from work use that line often on chats. I don't know her personalli, but I saw her logs in the common PC at the pantry. She locked this chat client with her password. She forgot to turn off the logs though. So, ye. I opened one of her chat convos. Bad mal. Her story was, she left her house because of constant fights with her father. Touché. OK. She was pretti consistent. Everytime she's asked why she resorted to that 'job' fa money, that's always her answer. The deal is, P1,500 fa 3 hours, the guy pays the motel's rent, no anal and no swallow, but she can try, fa extra bucks. Good deal? Hmmm. Me and my friend went over the other chat convos and we found a URL of her pic and a friendster address. Of course, we saw her pic. It turned out to be someone we both don't know. But get this, I might paste the link here (or NOT?). Well, I usualli use the common pc in the pantry before my shift. There were just 2 desktops there. There's a possibiliti that I've waited in line with her for those two PC's alreadi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't gone through all the convos yet. But there's more to it. Soon. I'll tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116055678487629895?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116055678487629895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116055678487629895' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116055678487629895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116055678487629895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/g4h-here-anyone-interested.html' title='G4H here anyone interested?????'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116054440676712050</id><published>2006-10-10T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T02:06:12.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supergurl will kick your butt Green Lantern. Ha!</title><content type='html'>Your results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Supergirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Supergirl&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="95"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 95%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Wonder Woman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="90"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 90%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Robin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Superman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Green Lantern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="75"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 75%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Spider-Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;The Flash&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 60%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Hulk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 50%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Iron Man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 45%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Batman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 40%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Catwoman&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;hr align="center" size="4" width="10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt; 10%&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;Lean, muscular and feminine.&lt;br /&gt;Honest and a defender of the innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/supergirl3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the "Which Superhero are you?" quiz...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116054440676712050?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116054440676712050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116054440676712050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116054440676712050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116054440676712050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/supergurl-will-kick-your-butt-green.html' title='Supergurl will kick your butt Green Lantern. Ha!'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116053417137729603</id><published>2006-10-10T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:03:19.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From a friend who will finna invent something for MAC and will give me that gorgeous set of MAC I want. :)</title><content type='html'>"Someone may have stolen your dream when it was young and fresh and you were innocent. Anger is natural. Grief is appropriate. Healing is mandatory. Restoration is possible. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116053417137729603?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116053417137729603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116053417137729603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116053417137729603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116053417137729603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/from-friend-who-will-finna-invent.html' title='From a friend who will finna invent something for MAC and will give me that gorgeous set of MAC I want. :)'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116052105766737883</id><published>2006-10-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:40:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get rich.</title><content type='html'>I am currentli readin this book, Rich Dad, Poor Dad. This talks about how you can handle your money and how money can work for you. I haven't read the half of it, but it looks like it's gonna be useful in getting all the money I want. Yey. Money may not buy happiness, but it can sure buy things that can make one happy. Lolz. Materialistic bitch. Haha. Don't be a hypocrite now and tell me money isn't important. But it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I qoute: Money is not the root of all evil, but the lack of it is. Agree or agree? Admit it, it's true. And I know you want to get rich too. So, ye. I definiteli recommend this book to y'all. This book will tell you how your secured high-paying job is not the answer to your equalli high debts. Get a second job or a third job? Won't resolve your money problems too. Ima find out what will and Ima get back to you. Winks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116052105766737883?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116052105766737883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116052105766737883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116052105766737883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116052105766737883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/lets-get-rich.html' title='Let&apos;s get rich.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116037160284475504</id><published>2006-10-08T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T22:26:42.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The stoop is back, son!</title><content type='html'>I feel stoops alreadi not bein able to write fa godame long. Hmmz. Ok, ok.   A lotta things happened alreadi: the storm, my dad's bday, my discovery, the thingie here in the office, etc. It's just that one thing happens thenI'll figure it's too lame to write bout it, then another is I was too caught up with all the excitement that I forget to write about it, then the feeling goes away and poof! nothin to write about again. And there were times,  that it was just too painful an event  that I don't want anibody to read about it, so I bury it inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it had been sooooo long that I forgot how to keep my fingers makin love with the keyboard. But ye. Ima write again and will find myself back to indulging the keyboard wit some good lovin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116037160284475504?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116037160284475504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116037160284475504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116037160284475504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116037160284475504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/stoop-is-back-son.html' title='The stoop is back, son!'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-116032747413119435</id><published>2006-10-08T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T10:11:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is AMPEYR.</title><content type='html'>My friend has a partner and side dishes on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single and no one else on the side, back, and wherever else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Himp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is just nooooooooo frick FAIR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ye. It wus ma choice anyways.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck safe choices.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-116032747413119435?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/116032747413119435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=116032747413119435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116032747413119435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/116032747413119435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/10/life-is-ampeyr.html' title='Life is AMPEYR.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115851748188699385</id><published>2006-09-17T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T11:24:44.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmf.</title><content type='html'>No sleep again.&lt;br /&gt;I was tryiiiiiiiiin.&lt;br /&gt;You kno i did.&lt;br /&gt;Hmf.&lt;br /&gt;Gunna try once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115851748188699385?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115851748188699385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115851748188699385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115851748188699385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115851748188699385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmf.html' title='Hmf.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115794277543551716</id><published>2006-09-10T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T19:58:37.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="header-MED-bb"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10-Night Mediterranean Cruise in Europe Itinerary&lt;br /&gt;                                           &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                              Sail Dates (6/6,                                                  6/27,                                                  7/18,                                                  8/8)&lt;/strong&gt;                                               &lt;a href="http://www.dreamsunlimitedtravel.com/cruise/cruise-2007-medprice.html#10" target="_blank" lid="View Rates for this Cruise"&gt;View Rates for this Cruise&lt;/a&gt;                                            &lt;/p&gt;                                             &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wdwinfo.com/wdwinfo/cruise-new/photos/colosse-david.jpg" align="right" height="167" width="250" /&gt;Depart from Barcelona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day at Sea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Palermo,   Sicily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naples&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Olbia, Sardinia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Civitavecchia, Rome&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;La Spezia,  Florence/Pisa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Marseilles,   France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Villefranche,   France&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Day at Sea&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Barcelona&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYONE WANNA CUM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;LET'S GO SLEEP AND PLAY. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115794277543551716?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115794277543551716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115794277543551716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115794277543551716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115794277543551716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-trip.html' title='my trip'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115733282047486928</id><published>2006-09-03T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:26:22.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*SIKE*</title><content type='html'>This is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;No YM and IRC.&lt;br /&gt;Hmf.&lt;br /&gt;The two things that make me sorta feel like I am still connected to a life form and the onli venues where I socialize: YM and IRC.&lt;br /&gt;And them not working.&lt;br /&gt;Hmf.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I try to get a social life, remind me please that my socials shouldn't be boxed out into those two. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I never realli tried. Seriousli.&lt;br /&gt;How bout remindin me to try?&lt;br /&gt;Right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115733282047486928?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115733282047486928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115733282047486928' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115733282047486928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115733282047486928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/09/sike.html' title='*SIKE*'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115699683706726946</id><published>2006-08-30T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T21:00:37.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>POOP.</title><content type='html'>Pooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are missed, ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115699683706726946?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115699683706726946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115699683706726946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115699683706726946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115699683706726946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/poop.html' title='POOP.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115698754987201669</id><published>2006-08-30T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:25:49.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tutti Fruiti</title><content type='html'>Call me weird, but ye, i am soooooo friggin kilig with the song going crazii. And it IS crazii, ye. To think that there is no one i sing this song to. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel dumb to be like this - going gaga over a song. Hahaha. Damn. I feel like I am possessed or something.This song makes me want to be involved with someone again, get hooked with that love-drunk thing once more. Poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye.&lt;br /&gt;This is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;And I am too, long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115698754987201669?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115698754987201669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115698754987201669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115698754987201669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115698754987201669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/tutti-fruiti_30.html' title='Tutti Fruiti'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115673901896265396</id><published>2006-08-27T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T21:38:21.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>[none]</title><content type='html'>Maleen's everyday life: EMPTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EMPTY means&lt;br /&gt;nothing fun happening.&lt;br /&gt;doing the usual.&lt;br /&gt;time passing by unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;excitement on the lowest possible level.&lt;br /&gt;no flirt trips.&lt;br /&gt;no bitch trips.&lt;br /&gt;or simply, no trips.&lt;br /&gt;no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to n-o-t-h-i-n-g, AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;no highlights.&lt;br /&gt;no climax.&lt;br /&gt;no conflict.&lt;br /&gt;tacki storii.&lt;br /&gt;tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;ending the day wit a nonexistent note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yes, i do exagerrate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;and you shouldn't be asking why i do.&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115673901896265396?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115673901896265396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115673901896265396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115673901896265396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115673901896265396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/none.html' title='[none]'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115673662320955084</id><published>2006-08-27T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:00:44.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sappymal.multiply.com/"&gt;ADDICTION&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and believe me, addiction, means addiction fa real. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but i can get over addiction in no time.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't wish you be my addiction. believe me, you won't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115673662320955084?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115673662320955084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115673662320955084' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115673662320955084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115673662320955084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-new.html' title='my new'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115639351146776940</id><published>2006-08-23T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:25:11.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is NO FAIR fa real. Tss tss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;If you dress sexy, he says you're a slut.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you don't dress nice, he says you're ugly.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;font size="3" style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you argue with him, he says you're stubborn.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you're quiet, he says you're stupid.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you call him, he says you're needy and clingy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If he calls you, he says you should be grateful .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you lecture him, he'll say you're bitchy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If he lectures you, it's because (he's CYKOE!.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you don't fuck him, he'll say you don't love him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you do, he'll say you're easy.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you tell him your problems, he'll say you're irritating.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you don't, he'll say you don't trust him.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you don't love him, he'll try to win you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you love him, he'll leave you.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you break a promise, you can't be trusted.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If he breaks it, he had to.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If you cheat... you expect it to be over.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;If he cheats... he expects to be given another chance.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115639351146776940?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115639351146776940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115639351146776940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115639351146776940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115639351146776940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-is-no-fair-fa-real-tss-_115639351146776940.html' title='It is NO FAIR fa real. Tss tss.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115611722246530562</id><published>2006-08-20T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:47:53.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long forgotten.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sappymaleen.blogs.friendster.com/maleen_fulla_sap/"&gt;THE OLD BLOG &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115611722246530562?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115611722246530562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115611722246530562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115611722246530562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115611722246530562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-forgotten.html' title='long forgotten.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115604923926899066</id><published>2006-08-19T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T07:42:40.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm.</title><content type='html'>Say a homeless, beggar tells you that you were about to die in a week. Sounds familiar. Yes. It should be. I watched that Jolie's film 'Life or Something Like It' (again) last Saturdai. Course, I cried once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm gunna do if I was Angelina  there in that movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How bout you, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be nice if you will know exactli when you're gunna die.&lt;br /&gt;Must be nice, cause for sure you will do all the things that you won't do if you know you're not going home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like what Jolie said in the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Live life like it is your last.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;.... cause one day&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thas for sure, honeii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115604923926899066?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115604923926899066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115604923926899066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115604923926899066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115604923926899066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115570162753963363</id><published>2006-08-15T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T21:13:49.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLICKitey click click.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Will you still love me in the morning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever and ever babe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115570162753963363?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115570162753963363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115570162753963363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115570162753963363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115570162753963363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/clickitey-click-click.html' title='CLICKitey click click.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115552431274256863</id><published>2006-08-13T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T17:11:31.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound love: nowhere to be found; extinct</title><content type='html'>Bridges of Madison County was the latest book I started on and was able to finish. (clap, clap, clap. haha.) It was the true life story of two people hooked and drawn to that kind of love which is so profound, something that is nonexistent nowadays (at least for me, you can quote me on that) The love they had was not that of the selfish love most people share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a time like ours, we won't find anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people fall in love so fast and fall out of it so much faster.&lt;br /&gt;I see couple drifting apart.&lt;br /&gt;I sense hearts breaking all the time.&lt;br /&gt;Every minute, a new relationship is born.&lt;br /&gt;But for every second, 5 or more relationships die.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships break easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is true and real.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it every waking moment.&lt;br /&gt;And sips right through me everytime I try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't ask why.&lt;br /&gt;I take it as it is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to question the inevitable loss, the existence of nothing, and the barely-there thing left.&lt;br /&gt;The answers might just confuse me all the more. Or I might find out that there were no answers really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert Kincaid was definitely the last of the cowboys. They are gone now, but it's ok. That's how life rolls. I never get sad no more for the nonexistence of those beautiful things. I would have to live with life's imperfection. Just like Marilyn Monroe said, imperfection is beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This profound love each of us wants may not exist no more, but we can create a love that is entirely our own,  maybe far greater than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the Robert Kincaids who lived and died, my love goes out to you all.&lt;br /&gt;For all the Francesca Johnsons, we do not have to wait for another Robert Kincaid,  let's make a Robert Kincaid out of em bastards. We can do it because we're special like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115552431274256863?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115552431274256863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115552431274256863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115552431274256863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115552431274256863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/08/profound-love-nowhere-to-be-found.html' title='Profound love: nowhere to be found; extinct'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115509274520152477</id><published>2006-08-08T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T20:05:45.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*</title><content type='html'>would you give up your happiness so that your happiness will finalli find it's happiness even if it means losing your only happiness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would.&lt;br /&gt;did too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115509274520152477?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115483947946175184</id><published>2006-08-05T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T16:58:46.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.appleseeds.org/love-mean.htm"&gt;LOVE&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would take just one click, babii.&lt;br /&gt;cum on.&lt;br /&gt;do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115483947946175184?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115483947946175184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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happy when they are.</title><content type='html'>Lukie  and Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetos and Athan.&lt;br /&gt;Bhubeng and Mico.&lt;br /&gt;Ate Jaiane and  his Babii.&lt;br /&gt;Red and Rim.&lt;br /&gt;Ronnee and Jay.&lt;br /&gt;Peyt and Butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happi sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least i know love still exists.&lt;br /&gt;that is enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115483658045421736?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115483658045421736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115483658045421736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;walaaaaaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;same old.&lt;br /&gt;kakainis.&lt;br /&gt;hmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANTS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115483599042991631?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115483599042991631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115483599042991631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115483599042991631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115483599042991631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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well. ganyan talaga kapag sabik sa tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. nabobore ako.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115361005688417281?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115361005688417281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115361005688417281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115361005688417281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115361005688417281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-has-been-goin-on.html' title='what has been goin on'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115360569332248775</id><published>2006-07-22T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T15:05:41.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>july realli is a rainy month.</title><content type='html'>here came july.&lt;br /&gt;and ye it has been pretti rainy.&lt;br /&gt;and you kno what they say when it rains.&lt;br /&gt;right.&lt;br /&gt;it pours.&lt;br /&gt;and once again, it did pour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jinxed for the nth time, i'm used to it now.&lt;br /&gt;but i still get that why-it-has-to happen-to-me feeling.&lt;br /&gt;and what-have-i-done-wrong thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what to feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holi crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just lost my fon.&lt;br /&gt;havin problems at home.&lt;br /&gt;loosin my drive.&lt;br /&gt;loosin it.&lt;br /&gt;slowli.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funni, aint it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it can't get any funnier.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115360569332248775?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115360569332248775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115360569332248775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115360569332248775'/><link 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the best and you actually mean it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is the closest thing to magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115319282283085903?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115319282283085903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115319282283085903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115319282283085903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115319282283085903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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style="font-size:130%;"&gt;are the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;who need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;theirs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115311487860074422?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115311487860074422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115311487860074422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tough time right now.&lt;br /&gt;but you know, we're here for you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you mom.&lt;br /&gt;please try to be happy despite all of this and that.&lt;br /&gt;it will pass.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully it will.&lt;br /&gt;with God's help it will.&lt;br /&gt;i know you're trying so hard to be strong for me, kati and kuya.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to be strong too.&lt;br /&gt;for you.&lt;br /&gt;if at times you feel like you all your strength are sipped up.&lt;br /&gt;you know you can get strength from me.&lt;br /&gt;just hang in there.&lt;br /&gt;i got my hand for you.&lt;br /&gt;and i got your back.&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115302177968369735?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115302177968369735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115302177968369735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115302177968369735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115302177968369735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/07/mom.html' title='MOM'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115294323706755322</id><published>2006-07-14T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:00:37.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Y'all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Got a problem with me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;solve it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Think im trippin' ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tie my shoes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant stand me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sit the fuck down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cant face me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;turn the fuck around.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115294323706755322?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115294323706755322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115294323706755322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115294323706755322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115294323706755322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/07/yall.html' title='Y&apos;all'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115276437396018916</id><published>2006-07-12T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:21:27.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>...it takes me miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to where i feel unsure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115276437396018916?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115276437396018916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115276437396018916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115276437396018916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115276437396018916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/07/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115266794446998538</id><published>2006-07-11T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:32:24.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**</title><content type='html'>Wow. It's been awhile. Hmm. Haven't written for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;I can write something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115266794446998538?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115266794446998538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115266794446998538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115266794446998538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115266794446998538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='**'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115146147756248290</id><published>2006-06-27T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T20:24:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/1600/vaio.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/320/vaio.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/1600/sony.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sony VAIO VGN-FS850P/W 15.4" Notebook PC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**i soo like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/1600/mal.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/320/mal.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P990&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**beautiful &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;wishing on the rainbow..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115146147756248290?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115146147756248290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115146147756248290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115146147756248290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115146147756248290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/wishes.html' title='The Wishes.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115137926272343183</id><published>2006-06-26T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T20:44:14.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**</title><content type='html'>the SECRET to be happi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; GET USED TO ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115137926272343183?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115137926272343183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115137926272343183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115137926272343183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115137926272343183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_26.html' title='**'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115127646812450686</id><published>2006-06-25T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:38:19.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and the countdown begins.....</title><content type='html'>5 more sleeps and it's my bornday. Gawd. I will be turning 23. Gonna turn into an old fart. Hmf. But that's ok. Age is just a number and so they say (and Ima scream it fa real!). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past year has been great. It brought a lot of good things. I was sad every once in a freaky while. I am so used to it by now, so fuck it, I don't care. Haha. Isn't it amazing that at that time I was at my saddest, I was able to put on a smile on my dorkyzoidy face? And I'm telling you it ain't easy to front like that. It takes effort and of course, (ehem) talent. Winks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list of the things I was thankful for the past year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Having the best family in the whole world. Mine's not the perfect little family but it sure is the one I would still want if I have to live again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Having my sisses through the thinnest of the thick and the thickest of the thin. Tsup tsup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Having my Beb and Bibi. I am sooo missing you two. Snifflez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Being able to go back to the basicness of life in my pretty little hometown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Being able to experience the minimum wage, other people so hated. It made me realize money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies so fast. I don't know if I lived my life as a 22-year-old-fag like a fag would. Haha. I made some pretty big decisions this year. I made some mess. I made some stupid mistakes. Good thing is that I got another year to spend to do the bitch trip. Yey. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for whatever, I lift it all up to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this year will bring me luck. I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have 5 more days to enjoy my bein 22. Hmm. And yes, the last 5 days, I'm gonna be spending working. Sounds fun. *gwark* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumon people, make the 5 days left special. *wink wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115127646812450686?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115127646812450686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115127646812450686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115127646812450686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115127646812450686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-countdown-begins.html' title='and the countdown begins.....'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115127340902821885</id><published>2006-06-25T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:30:20.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brakes on Please, Focus, then Breathe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cAn't heLp it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;h&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;k&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;d&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't wAnt anyone eLse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you kno it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;believe it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then claim it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmf. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115127340902821885?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115127340902821885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115127340902821885' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115127340902821885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115127340902821885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/brakes-on-please-focus-then-breathe.html' title='Brakes on Please, Focus, then Breathe.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115119033894218064</id><published>2006-06-24T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:11:42.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pinxiee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/1600/mal.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/320/mal.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my new babii. yey. hihi. i thought of a name for her just now. PINXIEE. hihi. yes. wit 2 E's. winks. she is pretty and i love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;em&gt;And ye. I can't think of what to write. And ye, I am a loser. Bummer. hmf.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115119033894218064?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115119033894218064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115119033894218064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115119033894218064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115119033894218064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/pinxiee.html' title='pinxiee'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115094441695221992</id><published>2006-06-21T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T21:00:41.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I realized....</title><content type='html'>I don't want someone who can make my heart beat fast.&lt;br /&gt;What I want is someone who can make it skip a beat.&lt;br /&gt;Make it skip. Skip. Skip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115094441695221992?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115094441695221992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115094441695221992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115094441695221992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115094441695221992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-realized.html' title='I realized....'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115094409916748040</id><published>2006-06-21T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T19:41:39.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I didn't cry.&lt;br /&gt;Coz I didn't wanna.&lt;br /&gt;I went outside.&lt;br /&gt;It is raining.&lt;br /&gt;Cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;I looked around.&lt;br /&gt;The place not damped.&lt;br /&gt;But my eyes were.&lt;br /&gt;Poop.&lt;br /&gt;I said, I will never cry.&lt;br /&gt;But you made me.&lt;br /&gt;Or I made me.&lt;br /&gt;I will never do it again.&lt;br /&gt;I will never say never.&lt;br /&gt;Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115094409916748040?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115094409916748040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115094409916748040' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115094409916748040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115094409916748040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115068830810490529</id><published>2006-06-18T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T20:43:20.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current State</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BLISS. &lt;/strong&gt;Function: noun. Text: a feeling or state of well-being and contentment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;im lovin it. yes. mcdonalds.(and i say it like 'mikdonalds') haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**i like how my tounge curls whenever i say this word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115068830810490529?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115068830810490529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115068830810490529' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115068830810490529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115068830810490529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/current-state.html' title='Current State'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115025673118607232</id><published>2006-06-13T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:32:58.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>S E X</title><content type='html'>Your eyes burning with desire.&lt;br /&gt;I reached for your shivering hands&lt;br /&gt;You grabbed my arm&lt;br /&gt;I can hear your heart thumping&lt;br /&gt;Sweats forming on your temple&lt;br /&gt;We fell into a passionate embrace&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the heat of your breath on my skin&lt;br /&gt;I felt your tounge touching the curve of my neck&lt;br /&gt;I shivered&lt;br /&gt;Temperature rising&lt;br /&gt;Down you went on kissing my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;You want me&lt;br /&gt;So bad&lt;br /&gt;Then your lips met mine&lt;br /&gt;My tounge ached for yours&lt;br /&gt;Then finally found its way to get twisted with yours&lt;br /&gt;Our hands found a way to uncover every inch of our body&lt;br /&gt;Then we stand there both naked&lt;br /&gt;Still lost&lt;br /&gt;Lip locked&lt;br /&gt;My body aches for more&lt;br /&gt;More of that kiss and something else&lt;br /&gt;His fingers slowly slid from my crown&lt;br /&gt;Trailing a sensous line on my back&lt;br /&gt;My body jerked from the sensation&lt;br /&gt;He cupped my breast&lt;br /&gt;I jerked even more&lt;br /&gt;I ached for more&lt;br /&gt;My back hit the floor&lt;br /&gt;His body on me&lt;br /&gt;He trailed kisses from my lips to my breast&lt;br /&gt;His tounge swirling on top&lt;br /&gt;I felt my body shaking&lt;br /&gt;I moaned, begging for him not to stop&lt;br /&gt;That ignited him&lt;br /&gt;He submitted to my moans&lt;br /&gt;I can feel his hardness&lt;br /&gt;I felt it&lt;br /&gt;Wanted it&lt;br /&gt;And he knew from how my body responded to his touches&lt;br /&gt;He knew what to do&lt;br /&gt;Our body now locked&lt;br /&gt;Him inside me&lt;br /&gt;Myself going crazy&lt;br /&gt;We moved to the beat&lt;br /&gt;The rythm was just right&lt;br /&gt;My inside exploding&lt;br /&gt;That one final thrust made us free&lt;br /&gt;It was so good&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, it was&lt;br /&gt;It was fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;We grabbed our stuff and clothed ourselves&lt;br /&gt;*ding*&lt;br /&gt;(Elevator door opening)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115025673118607232?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115025673118607232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115025673118607232' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115025673118607232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115025673118607232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/s-e-x.html' title='S E X'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115023426007939816</id><published>2006-06-13T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T16:55:18.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Plans, Hope and Kick</title><content type='html'>I hardly plan. Actually, more like never. I was the whatever-happen-happens kind of girl. That was then. I now have plans. Concrete. Definite. Maybe if I wasn't that too unminding before of the future then maybe all the plans that I am planning right now is already sitting there on the top of my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is running. I hope it's not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel somewhat hopeful today that's why I decided to blog it off. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to this person who believes I can make it. It is sad how I am the last person who has confidence in myself. I never did patronize everything that I CAN do. (Not that I can do a lotta things. Haha. There goes my bad self again. Haha.) Sometimes, I need someone to kick me right on the butt and make me realize what I am capable of. Thanks for the kick. My ass is still sore. But it's all good. If ever I lose that hope again, the kick is soo welcome. I am so lousy like that. I need a pusher. Push me. Push it. Push push. Winks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115023426007939816?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115023426007939816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115023426007939816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115023426007939816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115023426007939816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/of-plans-hope-and-kick.html' title='Of Plans, Hope and Kick'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115015508716172703</id><published>2006-06-12T15:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T23:30:16.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Deep Shit</title><content type='html'>Tricked.&lt;br /&gt;Ditched.&lt;br /&gt;Dumped.&lt;br /&gt;Fooled.&lt;br /&gt;Pricked.&lt;br /&gt;Screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Trashed.&lt;br /&gt;Pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Freaked.&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;Plain bored.&lt;br /&gt;Empty.&lt;br /&gt;Crappy.&lt;br /&gt;Hollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115015508716172703?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115015508716172703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115015508716172703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115015508716172703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115015508716172703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/in-deep-shit.html' title='In Deep Shit'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115015135021531017</id><published>2006-06-12T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:30:37.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORROWED</title><content type='html'>You have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm captivated by you&lt;br /&gt;Never will you and I part&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You've heard me say I love you&lt;br /&gt;How do I show you it's true&lt;br /&gt;Hear my heart, it longs for more&lt;br /&gt;Because I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;Deeply in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You and I together forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can stand in our way&lt;br /&gt;My love for you grows stronger&lt;br /&gt;Each new day&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen&lt;br /&gt;Deeply&lt;br /&gt;In love with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;This is Pilar's.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks sweetie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115015135021531017?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115015135021531017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115015135021531017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115015135021531017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115015135021531017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/borrowed.html' title='BORROWED'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-115005529763834164</id><published>2006-06-11T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:48:24.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chocoLATE</title><content type='html'>OMG. 2am nako nagising. hmmmz. sarap ng tulog ko. haaay. nag-cab tuloy ako. yun. sobrang lagi ako tulog ng tulog. which is unlikely. maybe because nicotine-free nako. yey. :) it's frustrating me that i can't write anything here sa blog. nakakahawa kse ang ibang tao dyan. hahahaha. isip muna ko maisusulat. isip. tekaaaaaaaa. nde ako nagsusulat ng galing sa isip ko, dba? lahat yun, galing sa nararamdaman ko. hmmz. may nararamdaman ako ngayon, pero parang nde ko maipaliwanag. nde ko maisulat dito sa blog. sheeeeeesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-115005529763834164?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/115005529763834164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=115005529763834164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115005529763834164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/115005529763834164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/chocolate.html' title='chocoLATE'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114997892949195327</id><published>2006-06-10T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T16:21:25.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Out Of My League"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's her hair and her eyes today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that just simply take me away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the feeling that i'm falling further in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me shiver but in a good way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the times i have sat and stared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz i love her with all that i am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my voice shakes along with my hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz she’s all that I see and she’s all that I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm out of my league once again &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's a masterful melody when she calls out my name to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as the world spins around her she laughs, rolls her eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i feel like i'm falling but it's no surprise &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz i love her with all that i am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my voice shakes along with my hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'd rather be here than on land &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes she's all that i see and she's all that i need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm out of my league once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's her hair and her eyes today &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that just simply take me away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the feeling that i'm falling further in love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes me shiver but in a good way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the times i have sat and stared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as she thoughtfully thumbs through her hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she purses her lips, bats her eyes as she plays,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with me sitting there slack-jawed and nothing to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;coz i love her with all that i am &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and my voice shakes along with my hands &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cause it's frightening to be swimming in this strange sea &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i'd rather be here than on land &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yes she's all that i see and she's all that i need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i'm out of my league once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;... the song I want someone to sweep my feet off with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sweet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sincere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;real. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...wanting this so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114997892949195327?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114997892949195327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114997892949195327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114997892949195327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114997892949195327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/3.html' title='&lt;3'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114997556331471505</id><published>2006-06-10T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:40:28.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are the ONLY ONE who CANNOT change my world.</title><content type='html'>You can't.&lt;br /&gt;You won't.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, you are something.&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114997556331471505?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114997556331471505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114997556331471505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114997556331471505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114997556331471505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/you-are-only-one-who-cannot-change-my_10.html' title='You are the ONLY ONE who CANNOT change my world.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114997096254573104</id><published>2006-06-10T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T14:29:14.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MORTEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Life is short and shorter for some people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Bibi, I know you love your Papa so much. I wish I was there with you. I know you are in pain. Your pain is mine too. I pray for the repose of your Papa's soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114997096254573104?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114997096254573104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114997096254573104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114997096254573104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114997096254573104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/mortem.html' title='MORTEM'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114963733224684122</id><published>2006-06-06T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:50:09.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Jasper was reading this blog the other day. He came up to me today and said that he liked my posts. Haha. Coming from the person who thinks blogging is crap, that was a good sign. I asked if I sound bitter in that post bout the past, then he said, short and simple, " Not bitter, BETTER." That cracked me up. Haha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This blog thing is soo hooking me. Addictive. And I'm hooked. Big time. Major. Haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114963733224684122?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114963733224684122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114963733224684122' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114963733224684122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114963733224684122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/tss.html' title='Tss.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114963092752380991</id><published>2006-06-06T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:25:06.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and you're ALL that he is NOT</title><content type='html'>HE makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;YOU make me laugh hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE gives me flowers&lt;br /&gt;YOU give me love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE notices the brand of my shirt&lt;br /&gt;YOU notice my hair and nails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE gives me things&lt;br /&gt;YOU show me beautiful things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE touches my hand&lt;br /&gt;YOU touch my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sick&lt;br /&gt;HE visits me&lt;br /&gt;YOU stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE makes my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;YOU make my heart flutter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE holds my hand when we sleep&lt;br /&gt;YOU stay up and watch me sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE respects my decisions&lt;br /&gt;YOU trust my decisions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes me feel special&lt;br /&gt;YOU make me feel I am the ONLY ONE special&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114963092752380991?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114963092752380991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114963092752380991' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114963092752380991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114963092752380991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-youre-all-that-he-is-not.html' title='and you&apos;re ALL that he is NOT'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114950105848393355</id><published>2006-06-05T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T02:53:46.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is BEB :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/1600/mal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7622/3047/320/mal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BEB, the fish. She is so cute. She is Marie's. I wanna have a fishee too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114950105848393355?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114950105848393355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114950105848393355' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114950105848393355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114950105848393355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/this-is-beb.html' title='this is BEB :)'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114947328337565031</id><published>2006-06-04T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T14:21:18.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning of the End</title><content type='html'>January 15, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Our 3rd year anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;No plans.&lt;br /&gt;And I thought, maybe it is like this. When you get to the third year of the relationship, planning on what you two are going to do to make the day somewhat special (or make it SEEM special), isn't really that big of a deal. Right or not? My shift was done. I know he be at home. I called him on the house phone. He answered. "Hi baby, happy anniversary. Magkikita ba tayo?" That was weird. Why did he have to ask if we were going to meet up? We SHOULD see each other, right? But then I let it pass. I said, "I guess. Maybe we could have lunch now before you go to school, or we can meet up later after your class, then I can go home (Batangas) after." Well, to make the story short, we ended up not seeing each other that day. I was disappointed. I went home, blues all over. I didn't text him. I want to let him feel that I'm furious that he didn't insist that we see each other that day. The night passed without us talking. I slept with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 16, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up feeling empty. I reached for my phone on the side of my bed. No text. Tss. That creep didn't even bother. Then he called. He felt the chill in my voice. "Baby, what's wrong?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't text me." I said. We argued about it for a good 3 minutes. He said that I was being difficult again. Then he dropped the bomb. "I think we better call it quits." Without thinking, I said, "Ok. This time, I'm going to let it all go. I'm going to let you go." I didn't hear my voice trailed. I was proud of myself. Then he cried. I cried, too. Then that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 23, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;Beep beep. Text message. "How dare you text RJ. You know he has a girlfriend already." Of course, being the girl that I am, I didn't reply. What for? So, he finally got a girl right after a week we split. Great. That's my cue to let everything go. And I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;I didn't cry that day I found out that he already got a girl. I didn't wanna. I can remember feeling sad and empty the day after. I can remember how thinking of the good times leaves me aching, a month after. I am done with the sulking, 2 months after. I picked up the pieces, 3 months after. I was back on track, 4 months after. Bullshit you'll say, but it IS true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day he started to forget me was the day I started thinking of myself. I decided not to let the past hurt me. Never would I let anything in the future kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all others who let the past hurts linger up to this day, I have one word for you all: SUFFER.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114947328337565031?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114947328337565031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114947328337565031' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114947328337565031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114947328337565031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/beginning-of-end.html' title='The Beginning of the End'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114945815175381266</id><published>2006-06-04T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T16:45:17.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH IS...</title><content type='html'>you don't mean anything to me&lt;br /&gt;i never really cared about you&lt;br /&gt;you would never ever pass my mind&lt;br /&gt;i would never wanna spend time with you&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when you talk to me&lt;br /&gt;i don't like it when you think of me&lt;br /&gt;i never want you to care for me&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand it when you try to be sweet&lt;br /&gt;i don't want you to like me or make me feel that you like me&lt;br /&gt;i despise you&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LIED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114945815175381266?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114945815175381266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114945815175381266' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114945815175381266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114945815175381266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/truth-is.html' title='TRUTH IS...'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114943894940369319</id><published>2006-06-04T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T09:35:49.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha.</title><content type='html'>Nakakatuwa. May nag-hi sa kin na mga pulis. Haha. Papunta ko sa bldg namin kanina ng madaanan ko ang mga pulis. Haha. Pagdaan ko, sabi nila, "Hi ma'am!". Siyempre napatingin ako. Nde ko alam kung ano ang gagawin ko. Maghehello ba ako o ano. Ngumiti na lan ako ng slight. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, nacacaught off guard talaga ako. Yung parang nde ko alam kung ano ba dapat kong sabihin or dapat kong maging sagot sa mga statement. Nakakakinis pag minsan. Pero ganun yata talaga. Haay. Basta. Andami ko gusto sabihin. Pero dedma na. Siguro sa susunod. Sana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114943894940369319?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114943894940369319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114943894940369319' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114943894940369319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114943894940369319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/haha.html' title='Haha.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114937204128711779</id><published>2006-06-03T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:46:00.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make Me....</title><content type='html'>see the ugly, beautiful&lt;br /&gt;smile&lt;br /&gt;blush&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;laugh more&lt;br /&gt;dream dreams&lt;br /&gt;daydream&lt;br /&gt;crack&lt;br /&gt;sad&lt;br /&gt;cry&lt;br /&gt;forget&lt;br /&gt;a child once again&lt;br /&gt;thankful i met you&lt;br /&gt;forget once more&lt;br /&gt;forget who i am&lt;br /&gt;believe&lt;br /&gt;trust you&lt;br /&gt;trust other people&lt;br /&gt;happy&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;believe in my existence&lt;br /&gt;exist&lt;br /&gt;your princess&lt;br /&gt;lose myself when i'm with you &lt;br /&gt;try and try harder&lt;br /&gt;love myself&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;br /&gt;want you&lt;br /&gt;forget who you are&lt;br /&gt;forget what we are when we are together&lt;br /&gt;yours...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114937204128711779?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114937204128711779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114937204128711779' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114937204128711779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114937204128711779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/make-me.html' title='Make Me....'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114936403578873800</id><published>2006-06-03T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:06:53.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sunshines.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAMI &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she brought me in this world. her loving hands took care of me, shielded me from harm, and made me feel loved always. always, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DADI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'm his baby gurl. always am and always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIBLINGS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(my kuya and my baby sister, kathy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the reason i fight and still wanna fight. they make my everyday existence happy. they are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SISSES (you know who all of you are. winks)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through all the pains, brokenness, heartaches , you all have helped me pick up the pieces. i get my strength from yours. for all the joys and funtimes, cheers! we ARE the best. aint no other bitches in this world bigger than the PHI DELTANS. yey. *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FRIENDS (you should know if you are one)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i won't choose any other. all of you are more nice than all of other people's friends combined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;my love goes out to each one of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114936403578873800?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114936403578873800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114936403578873800' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114936403578873800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114936403578873800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-sunshines.html' title='My Sunshines.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114934947171953401</id><published>2006-06-03T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:49:25.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...?</title><content type='html'>~It's gonna be love,&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be great&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be free,&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be real&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna change everything I feel&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be sad,&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be true&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be me baby,&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be you baby...&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;~It's gonna be love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;the question:&lt;br /&gt;WHEN is it gonna be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114934947171953401?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114934947171953401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114934947171953401' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114934947171953401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114934947171953401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_03.html' title='...?'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114934720228557054</id><published>2006-06-03T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T08:07:36.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so I love you because I know no other way than this: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;where I does not exist, nor you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i know it won't be like this always. no always. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114934720228557054?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114934720228557054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114934720228557054' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114934720228557054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114934720228557054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114929885086738837</id><published>2006-06-02T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T18:40:50.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>filth within.</title><content type='html'>the perfect reflection.&lt;br /&gt;unblemished.&lt;br /&gt;impeccable.&lt;br /&gt;mirror breaks.&lt;br /&gt;figure deformed.&lt;br /&gt;inside flawed.&lt;br /&gt;defaced.&lt;br /&gt;the unmarred surface.&lt;br /&gt;now stained. sordid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114929885086738837?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114917660916652972</id><published>2006-06-01T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T08:45:06.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pangarap maging munti. munting pangarap.</title><content type='html'>Minsan naisip ko, gusto kong bumalik sa pagkabata. Gusto ko yung simple lang yung buhay, simple lang din mga problema. Nung bata pa ako, problema ko lang eh yung pagpapaalam ko kapag magsswimming kami nung mga classmates ko. Pero lagi din akong hindi pinapayagan. Hmf. Hindi ako masyadong nakakalabas nung bata pa ako. Nde ako nakakagala. Wala. Lagi lang akong nasa bahay. Pero la pa akong mga kung anu anong iniisip nun. Iisipin ko lang ang paggising ng maaga kse malayo ang school na pinapasukan ko sa bahay namin. Kelangan gumising ng 5:00AM, maliligo, magbibihis, magbbreakfast, magttoothbrush, at hihintayin ang service. Ganyan kasimple. Sabagay, la din naman akong pinoproblema ngayon masyado. Pero, alam ko mas simple kapag bata. Sana bata na lang ako. Ayoko na ng problema ng mga matatanda. Nakakapagod kse. Pag matanda ka, marami ineexpect sayo ang mga tao. Mga bagay na minsan nde na ikaw yun, pero dahil yun ang iniexpect ng mga tao, pipilitin mo ang sarili mo na maging ganun. Minsan nde mo na makikilala sarili mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko lang yung problema ng mga bata. Mga problemang nde kelangan pagisipan masyado, mga problemang malulutas ng kendi, mga problemang nalilimutan dahil sa pagkahapo sa maghapong paglalaro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114917660916652972?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114917660916652972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114917660916652972' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114917660916652972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114917660916652972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/06/pangarap-maging-munti-munting-pangarap.html' title='pangarap maging munti. munting pangarap.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114909017052873666</id><published>2006-05-31T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T15:53:36.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one step forward.</title><content type='html'>i managed to pull ma right foot.&lt;br /&gt;about to step forward.&lt;br /&gt;and i did it.&lt;br /&gt;one step.&lt;br /&gt;one step is hard.&lt;br /&gt;and you know it.&lt;br /&gt;i see the look on your face.&lt;br /&gt;bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;surprised.&lt;br /&gt;and i was thinking, "you expected this, creep."&lt;br /&gt;then there you were.&lt;br /&gt;standing.&lt;br /&gt;anticipating my next move.&lt;br /&gt;creases on your forehead forming.&lt;br /&gt;cause you see me.&lt;br /&gt;pulling myself back.&lt;br /&gt;this is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;not for us.&lt;br /&gt;not now.&lt;br /&gt;not ever.&lt;br /&gt;never.&lt;br /&gt;i moved two steps backward.&lt;br /&gt;i saw you twitch.&lt;br /&gt;about to do something.&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking, "are you gunna stop me? are you gunna hold me? are you gunna make that one big leap to stop me from leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;but you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;that's the last i've seen of you.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;that one step forward wasn't even for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114909017052873666?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114909017052873666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114909017052873666' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114909017052873666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114909017052873666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-step-forward.html' title='one step forward.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114906180197788866</id><published>2006-05-31T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T16:29:11.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the drama. repost.</title><content type='html'>i wus listening to some good stuff the other day. doing the drama all the way. haha. then the song "someday we'll know" played. damn. i wus listening to it. drinkin up every word in it. then i jez realized that it is a lonely song. a song wrapped in all the beat and shit. all "rock" and so i thought. but ye, the song made me feel a lil weird, made me feel sad. damn the drama. haha. but ye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~Ninety Miles outside Chicago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can't stop drivingI don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;So many questionsNeed an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Two years laterYou're still on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. look how sad that wus. after two years of being all torn and broken the damn boi still on her mind? or the damn girl on his mind. hmf. sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~Does anybody know the way to Atlantis?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Or what the wind says when she cries?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm speeding by the place that I met you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;For the 97th time...tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. 97 times. ye. crazy. tss tss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I watched the stars crash in the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If I could ask God just one question...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Why aren't you here with me...tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i am askin that too. i am not jez talkin bout the loves i lost. but people i have trusted to be with me during those times i need someone i can pull of the drama wit or someone  i want to be gay wit. but ye. there are questions that remain a big lame ass question mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving now the drama here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114906180197788866?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114906180197788866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114906180197788866' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114906180197788866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114906180197788866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/drama-repost.html' title='the drama. repost.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114906158097181518</id><published>2006-05-31T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T00:46:20.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPINES IS....</title><content type='html'>when "you" and me sit together and talk.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me sit and don't talk, but it's ok, it is just one of those comfortable silences that we share.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me share a lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me go watch a movie and go home and watch the same movie on the dvd.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me cook our lunch and eat it and finna play with it.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me goof around.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me bake cookies and give it away to streetchildren.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me don't talk because we had a fight and then finna talk because we can't stand hating each other.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me look at the stars at night and dream dreams&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me were with a group of friends having fun.&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me go to church and pray (me not knowing that you're praying for me and you not knowing i'm praying for you)&lt;br /&gt;when "you" and me dance in the rain&lt;br /&gt;if only..&lt;br /&gt;i have a "YOU"... then that would be happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114906158097181518?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114906158097181518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114906158097181518' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114906158097181518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114906158097181518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/happines-is.html' title='HAPPINES IS....'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114903667670304515</id><published>2006-05-30T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:01:00.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ASSHOLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;a person who has mistaken his face for an ass and his mouth, the hole. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whenever he opens his mouth, he farts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one who would never ever give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who piss on the girl's face after getting into her pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a person who shut his door to whatever you have to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one who thinks he is god's gift to all girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone i would NOT waste my time on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;if you are any of the above mentioned, " YOU DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING THAT I WANT "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114903667670304515?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114903667670304515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114903667670304515' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114903667670304515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114903667670304515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/asshole.html' title='ASSHOLE'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114903029440887400</id><published>2006-05-30T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T20:37:30.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MGA SALAWIKAIN NI IAN HAHAHAHA</title><content type='html'>Ang taong nagigipit...sa bumbay kumakapit&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather make a good feather duster.&lt;br /&gt;Pag may usok...may nag-iihaw&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin... may utang.&lt;br /&gt;No guts, no glory... no ID, no entry&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, may nandukot&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay parang bato, it's hard&lt;br /&gt;Walang matigas na tinapay sa gutom na tao&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may taga, may tahi.&lt;br /&gt;Huli man daw at magaling, undertime pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;To err is human, to errs is humans.&lt;br /&gt;Ang naglalakad ng matulin, late na sa appointment&lt;br /&gt;Matalino man ang matsing, matsing pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Better late than later...&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin ang palasyo kung ang nakatira ay kuwago, mabuti pa ang bahay kubo,sa paligid puno ng linga.&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit ng kalingkingan, kailangan ng alaxan.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika, lumaki sa ibang bansa.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maikli ang kumot, tumangkad ka na!&lt;br /&gt;Better late than pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Behind the clouds are the other clouds&lt;br /&gt;Do unto others... then run!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kapag puno na ang salop, kumuha na ng ibang salop&lt;br /&gt;Magbiro ka na sa lasing, Magbiro ka na sa bagong gising, 'wag lang sa lasing na bagong gising.&lt;br /&gt;If at first you don't succeed, read the instructions&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island because time is gold&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day.. is too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day, makes seven apples a week.&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day cannot be an orange a day.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto.. muta lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang puno mabunga...mataba ang lupa!&lt;br /&gt;When it rains...it floods&lt;br /&gt;Pagkahaba haba man ng prusisyon .. mauubusan din ng kandila&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw minsan nasa....vulcanizing shop.&lt;br /&gt;Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan... sapul .&lt;br /&gt;Try and try until you succeed... or else try another&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nagsaing... iba ang kumain. diet ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag magbilang ng manok kung alaga mo ay itik .&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maiksi na ang kumot, bumili ka na ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;When the cat is away... the mouse is alone.&lt;br /&gt;Pag may tyaga.. goodluck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114903029440887400?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114903029440887400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114903029440887400' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114903029440887400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114903029440887400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/mga-salawikain-ni-ian-hahahaha.html' title='MGA SALAWIKAIN NI IAN HAHAHAHA'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114902727921063338</id><published>2006-05-30T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T15:33:53.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ang iniwan. *bow*</title><content type='html'>mahirap.&lt;br /&gt;ngunit nagawa ng iwan.&lt;br /&gt;isang desisyon.&lt;br /&gt;sumira sa relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;wala na.&lt;br /&gt;wala ng natira.&lt;br /&gt;lahat ay itinapon.&lt;br /&gt;ayaw ng balikan.&lt;br /&gt;di na babalikan.&lt;br /&gt;babay yosi~&lt;br /&gt;hahhahahahhahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114902727921063338?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114902727921063338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114902727921063338' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114902727921063338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114902727921063338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/ang-iniwan-bow.html' title='ang iniwan. *bow*'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114894822120635416</id><published>2006-05-29T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:24:28.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>memorial day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;memorial day sa states. non-working holiday. working day for me. hmf.&lt;br /&gt;pero ok na rin kse wala masyado calls. la sila panahon magreport ng accident. well, may paisa-isang call, mga nangangailangan ng roadside assistance or towing. well. bukas pa magtatawagan yung mga yun for sure.&lt;br /&gt;katamad. wala makausap. antok ako pero ayoko umidlip kahit pde nman. may lakad pa after ng shift. maglilibre daw si ace. hahaha. bkit kaya? hmmz. may nangyari bang maganda sa kanya? lolz. mukha. obyus. nakakatawa si ace. parang bata. aayaw ayaw, pero gusto din naman. nakakatawang nakakainis. pero madalas natatawa ako. may kayabangan din tong si ace. ewan ko. kakaiba sya. hahaha. buti na lang d sya mahilig magbasa ng blags. lolz&lt;br /&gt;haay. inaantok ako. sobrang matutulog ako mamaya. kelangan ko bumawi.&lt;br /&gt;hmmz. d daw tuloy ung panlilibre ni ace maya. buti naman. kelangan ko magpahinga. napapagod din ako. napapagod din pla ako.&lt;br /&gt;until next memorial day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114894822120635416?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114894822120635416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114894822120635416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114894822120635416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114894822120635416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-day.html' title='memorial day'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114894160006904708</id><published>2006-05-29T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:14:04.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when I first believed in not believing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times did I pray &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I do pray still. I know HE listens.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'd find me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(when? oh when?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many wishes on a star &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(stars are falling, i'm fearing the sky will ran out of em stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gazing off into the dark &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(it is too damn dark.*sigh*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dreaming I'd see your face&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; in my dreams you don't exist....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Safe at home unafraid &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I ever be safe....?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captured in your embrace &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;in someone's embrace?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many times&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(a whole lot, and it is tiring, I swear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When my heart was broken&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(who's next to break it? raise your hand)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visions of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I've gone blind )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would keep me strong&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I wanna find someone who can make me weak.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You were with me all along&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(how come I don't see another pair of footprints on the sand? lolz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guiding my every step&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(step, no, step, yes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are all that I am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I am all that you are not)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll never forget&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(but I wanna forget, I really wanna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you who first believed &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(but you held it back. sad.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In all that I was made to be&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I was made to be someone I barely know and you would never know, ever. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you looking in my eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;( but you didn't see it, you missed it )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You held my hand&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(with that cold hand, I felt the chill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And showed me life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(life I wouldn't wanna live)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I've never been the same &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I will be )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many times did I prayYou'd find me&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(my prayer isn't the same)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How many wishes on a star&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(I realized the sky won't fall out of em stars. But people will get tired of believing, of looking at those stars)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114894160006904708?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114894160006904708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114894160006904708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114894160006904708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114894160006904708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-i-first-believed-in-not-believing.html' title='when I first believed in not believing'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114891223882786781</id><published>2006-05-29T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:12:11.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DUN&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means don't&lt;br /&gt;i.e. i dun want that. (i don't want that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means was&lt;br /&gt;i.e i wus there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means what&lt;br /&gt;i.e i know wut you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means hey&lt;br /&gt;i.e. hay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;SUP&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means 'what's up?'&lt;br /&gt;i.e. sup gurl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;FA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means for&lt;br /&gt;i.e. this is fa you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;DAYUM, DAME, GODAME, GODAMEIT, GODAMMIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means damn/god damn, god damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;TS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means 'it is'&lt;br /&gt;i.e. ts what i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WUT, WUD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means what&lt;br /&gt;i.e ts wut i want, ts wud i want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;FRICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means freak&lt;br /&gt;i.e wut the frick is up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WHERE YOU BE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means where are you at right now? or simply, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;YA FEEL ME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means 'you know what i'm sayin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I FEEL YA/YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means 'i understand/ i know what you're sayin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;IONO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it means i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;still thinkin of em terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be edited. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114891223882786781?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114891223882786781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114891223882786781' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114891223882786781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114891223882786781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/when-i-say.html' title='when i say....'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114891077090291656</id><published>2006-05-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:11:29.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sooper to the dooper. winks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;will ask me if &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; like you,&lt;br /&gt;me will say "sooper to the dooper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; will ask me if &lt;strong&gt;i&lt;/strong&gt; miss you,&lt;br /&gt;me will say "sooper to the dooper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; will ask me...&lt;br /&gt;if &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;will...&lt;br /&gt;ask me....&lt;br /&gt;will &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*the randomness. feeling it. *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114891077090291656?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114891077090291656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114891077090291656' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114891077090291656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114891077090291656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/sooper-to-dooper-winks.html' title='sooper to the dooper. winks.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114891022955349560</id><published>2006-05-29T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:30:29.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mountain that Broke ME. (Jack Twist: Ya know it could be like this, just like this always.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brokeback Mountain. A story of two men who fell into an intense, forbidden, mad, sick involvement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've seen the film last weekend. Not on the big screen. Sad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I liked it. Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal were perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've never seen any romantic film so intense as this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Watching the film was like opening an extravagant gift, it gets better and better as the story unfolds little by little. You will feel what the characters were feeling. I felt the deep thing going between the two of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The film didn't make me cringe. Seeing two perfectly gorgeous men making out didn't bother me at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It wasn't the making out that MADE the movie. It is the purest of the feelings they have for each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For me, this movie is not about two men making a complete fool of themselves, who engaged themselves in a horrid kind of relationship, but about two individual having something beautiful, something extraordinary, something beyond special . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Same sex relationship is something that would be hard for me to get used to (or never will get used to). But the film moved me and honestly, made me realize that those 'bizarre' relationships are not that disturbing and can be beautiful too (not that I intend to get myself involved in one). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This film can move you into higher places, or plainly will move you. The feeling lingers towards the end and even after watching it. I would never ever forget the look on Jack's face when he said goodbye to Ennis. That was the last they've seen of each other. Jack died. Ennis was alone in his trailer, keeping their shirts. This part was truly heartbreaking. I felt Ennis' sadness. This is truly a masterpiece. A movie so simple, yet so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Let me include here some of the reviews I found: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Many movies have left me excited, intrigued and sad. But none have left me as emotionally devastated as Brokeback has. It's as if the movie insinuated itself around my very soul and wrapped its grief around my unsuspecting heart – leaving it heartbroken ever since. The beauty of this movie is that it makes the characters seem so real, so live and their pain so raw, that the sorrow that permeates the story – hinted at first in the display of the most beautiful desolated sceneries, together with a melancholic music score, sneaks in your head, and unknowingly but quite forcefully takes hold of your body and soul and never seems to let them go."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"This was a wonderful work from Ang Lee. To portray this movie in such a delicate, sensitive way merits all ovations it gets. During an interview, Ang Lee said that when casting, he decided to go after young and innocent. That choice has really paid off here because in a way that's why the movie works: because to find love when one is so young, so innocent, that is the purest kind of love. When tragedy hits later on the movie, and somehow we kind of expect that from the start, the only thing that remains out of this now flawed, resentful relationship is a sense of love. But Jack and Ennis' souls have been irremediably broken."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"That movie is one of the kind you do not get to see that often: Pittoresque, emotional, touching, and all that without being cheesy or corny. A quiet, gentle story about two people falling in love, absolutely believable, because honest and deep. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;For those of you insistent that this movie is crap I highly recommend that you please do NOT see this movie....you will hate it, and you will hate yourself for wasting your time and money.....You simply will not "get it", and you never will. Like a newly found buried treasure, this should only be awarded to those fortunate few who will value it's raw power. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114891022955349560?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114891022955349560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114891022955349560' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114891022955349560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114891022955349560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/mountain-that-broke-me-jack-twist-ya.html' title='The Mountain that Broke ME. (Jack Twist: Ya know it could be like this, just like this always.)'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114881332130642106</id><published>2006-05-28T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T03:58:47.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a stick in between</title><content type='html'>i should have known&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't have been&lt;br /&gt;like a stick in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i clenched my teeth&lt;br /&gt;when rose petals fall&lt;br /&gt;my balled fist hidden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;holding back everything&lt;br /&gt;holding back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart ripped&lt;br /&gt;can't do nothin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be here&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be me&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be there&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need answers&lt;br /&gt;for questions i can't find&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;how&lt;br /&gt;another why&lt;br /&gt;some more why&lt;br /&gt;throw it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't realize&lt;br /&gt;everything was a blur&lt;br /&gt;how i got here&lt;br /&gt;where i am now&lt;br /&gt;this is where i have never been&lt;br /&gt;i am a stick in between&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114881332130642106?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114881332130642106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114881332130642106' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114881332130642106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114881332130642106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/stick-in-between.html' title='a stick in between'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114871140163099027</id><published>2006-05-26T22:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T04:00:50.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGING: documenting a memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;jasper asked me why i do this blog thing. i was silenced for a minute there. he be like,"you are not even writing good stuff, those were craps", followed by an annoying laugh. hmf. i told him, i pour my heart out to my blog, every hurt, every memory. my blog can feel, it sometimes drops a tear, cracks a laughter and sometimes hides a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i started this blog thing just to have something to do while slacking. but it holds something deeper now. not just a slack-time crap. i want my blog to be like an extension of my memory. the happy ones, the sad ones, the scary ones. i wanna document every memory. this will somehow remind me of the fun times, the shitty times and the no nothing times. and there would be some memories i wanna keep forever. i can keep it forever here in my blog. i can just go to my blog, look up for that memory and somehow travel back in time and feel the same feelings i felt when i was there at that moment. it might not bring back the exact feelings i felt that time, but i know it is just there, i can grab that feeling back anytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114871140163099027?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114871140163099027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114871140163099027' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114871140163099027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114871140163099027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/blogging-documenting-memory_26.html' title='BLOGGING: documenting a memory'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114869786905749100</id><published>2006-05-26T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T21:19:13.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE FINE CALL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;maleen: thank you for calling gmac...... this is maleen,how can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;caller: hi, this is thomas calling in behalf of mr chan. this is in regards to the accident last wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: oh. is mr. chan alright?&lt;br /&gt;caller: ye, ye. he is fine, but his car is not. it's totalled.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: aww. im sorry to hear that. has this incident been reported yet?&lt;br /&gt;caller: i dunno. let me give u the policy number. just wait one minute, let me grab my reading glass i can't read this policy number.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok. take your time, thomas. (punta sa irc, chat chat chat, haha)&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok i got it. policy number is **********&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok that's ********** right?&lt;br /&gt;caller: yes.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: (while typing it on the system) so what's the name of the policyholder?&lt;br /&gt;caller: chun chan.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok. you said that the accident happened last wednesday, the 24th right?&lt;br /&gt;caller: yes yes wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: you know what thomas, i am lookin at the files here and i see that there's already a claim set up for that accident date.&lt;br /&gt;caller: o yea?&lt;br /&gt;maleen: yep. so what i'm gonna do is ima give you the claim number and the name of the representative who would be handling that claim.&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok ok. let me grab a pen here.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok. just tell me when you're ready. (balik chat ulit)&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok, what is the claim number?&lt;br /&gt;maleen: the claim number is ******* and let me give you the name of the claims representative who would be handling this claim.&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok?&lt;br /&gt;maleen: the name is michele aquino. that's michele, m-i-c-h-e-l-e.....&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok that's m-i-c-h-el-l&lt;br /&gt;maleen: it's actually m-i-c-h-e-l-e&lt;br /&gt;caller: oh. im sorry im on the cellphone and your cutting in and out, please bear wit me.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: oh, that's no problem. so, u got the name already, thomas?&lt;br /&gt;caller: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok, the last name is aquino,a-q-u-i-n-o&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok, a-q-u-i-n-o. aquino. i got that.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: (laughing like a lady) yeah. that's right.&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok, what's her extension?&lt;br /&gt;maleen: her phone number is, 1-888-***-**** at extension ****&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok. let me read that back to you. let me see if i got that right. 1-888-***-**** extension number ****&lt;br /&gt;maleen: that's correct. you can just call that number by monday if you need the details of this claim, ok?&lt;br /&gt;caller: (shouting to mr chan) she said you can call the adjuster on monday. (getting back to me) he wanna ask if he can have rentals.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok, let me check if his policy covers a rental vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok (to mr. chan) she is checking if you can have rentals&lt;br /&gt;maleen: i'm looking on his policy now, but there is no rental coverage. i'm sorry but the policy won't be covering rentals.&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok (to mr. chan) you would have to pay for the rentals. (to me) ok now, can you please check what time michele is coming in for work on monday?&lt;br /&gt;maleen: oh thomas, it's memorial day on monday, it's a holiday, so you can try calling her by tuesday, and let me check on her schedule.&lt;br /&gt;caller: oh ye, it's memorial day.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok, she will be in the office by 8am til 530pm.&lt;br /&gt;caller: ok. let me check if all the information i have here is correct. the claim number is *******&lt;br /&gt;maleen: right.&lt;br /&gt;caller: and the adjuster's name is....... blah blah blah and the number is.... yada yada yada..&lt;br /&gt;maleen: (with a valley girl accent) yep. you got all the information right. so, is there anything else i can help you with?&lt;br /&gt;caller: can i have your name again?&lt;br /&gt;maleen: my name is maleen (i say it like, mey-lin)&lt;br /&gt;caller: oh maleen. can you spell that please?&lt;br /&gt;maleen: oh yes. that's m-a-l-e-e-n.&lt;br /&gt;caller: o right. i suppose you're the only one with that name there right? (laughin)&lt;br /&gt;maleen: absolutely thomas. (laugh laugh laugh)&lt;br /&gt;maleen: ok, thomas, would there be anything else that you need?&lt;br /&gt;caller: well, maleen, just put a smile on your face and that should do it. i got everything that i need.&lt;br /&gt;maleen: aww. thank you so much. ok, so that'd be it. thank you for calling gmac, you have a good night, and enjoy your weekend. (with a smile on the voice and of course valley girl accent haha)&lt;br /&gt;caller: you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***if all my calls were like this, i can live my life on the phones 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114869786905749100?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114869786905749100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114869786905749100' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114869786905749100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114869786905749100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-fine-call.html' title='ONE FINE CALL'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114869171203939003</id><published>2006-05-26T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:25:30.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>paint em pretty, save money. lmao.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i am so fond of painting my nails or havin em painted on. i really dunno why, but i really like to see ma nails having some pretty stuff going in them. i used to do it by myself. when i get home from work, i will take a shower then put ma clothes on, then sit right there on that spot in the room and start cleaning ma toes ( i start from the foot then ma hands). before, i don' t plainly paint colors on ma nails. i would do some designs and stuff. i dunno, but i feel pretty when i have pretty nails. haha. then lately, i can't seem to find time to do that no more. sad. but what i do now is have them painted on. haha. that means i got the money now to support my 'kaarterhan'. but well. i got the money too before. as i have told you, i pay someone else to do it for me now. there's this lady who do home service back home in batangas, and what she does wit ma nails is soooo pretty. she can make a lil white flower on each toenail and each fingernail. amazing, right? a lotta people think it's cute. i think so too. *giggles* but i kno, i can do that too. i can make those lil white flowers and i could save the money i'm paying that lady. hmmmz. and i can remember how i enjoy painting my nails. and i feel proud of myself after, for doing such a good job and for being creative. yeye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;money really takes away the good stuff sometimes. you know how fun it is to wash dishes right? but what happen now is we buy a dishwasher and lose the fun. we get to have the coffee maker that we wanted and lose the great time making a coffee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;i think i wanna have the fun back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ima save some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ima get the fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ima get ma toenails and fingernails happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ima make my day pretty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114869171203939003?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114869171203939003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114869171203939003' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114869171203939003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114869171203939003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/paint-em-pretty-save-money-lmao.html' title='paint em pretty, save money. lmao.'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114867869039740204</id><published>2006-05-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T20:11:07.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGST</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;don't you just hate it when you feel like you are being taken for granted by those people you care about? and when that happens, don't you feel like you want to punch them on the face to make them realize that you exist? or you want to punch yourself in front of them to let them know that u CAN feel? i really don't know if these people are just plain insensitive (or i am being overly sensitive) iono. i've been pretty sensitive the past few days. i've never felt so alone. well. i said that before. haha. but ye, i somehow feel that way again. i dunno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it sucks when u are alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it double sucks when u feel alone in a crowded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114867869039740204?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114867869039740204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114867869039740204' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114867869039740204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114867869039740204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/2006/05/angst_114867869039740204.html' title='ANGST'/><author><name>Miss Mal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00456157555768432356</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y167/mal-van/malin007.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28731698.post-114857855713761016</id><published>2006-05-25T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:35:57.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIAL AND ERROR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;trial and error. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;at last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the blog is a-ok now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;omg. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;taylor won sa AI. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;now i can see~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i can hear him damnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe he needs it more than kat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;cuz kat can exist even without the title&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ok ok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ibahin natin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HE won. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;maybe HE doesn't need me really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i CAN exist without HIM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*applause*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WE tried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ganyan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;parang pagcreate ng blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;trial and error. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sa ating dalawa may malaking ERROR sign. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;like screaming, "tama na! tama na kakatry!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nde uubra ang trial and error. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nakakatawa. naiiyak nako sa katatawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;naiiyak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pero nde nako natatawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114857855713761016?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114857855713761016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114857855713761016' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114857855713761016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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absorber.&lt;br /&gt;yey.&lt;br /&gt;in ferness sa kin, nde na talaga ko nagyoyosi.&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;kaya blogs na lan ako pag break.&lt;br /&gt;yeye.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;winks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28731698-114857234964914102?l=malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://malsthoughtsrandomly.blogspot.com/feeds/114857234964914102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28731698&amp;postID=114857234964914102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114857234964914102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28731698/posts/default/114857234964914102'/><link rel='alternate' 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