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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2004 10:00:36 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>these are all signs</title>
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  <description>1.say something positive as early as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.believe in miracles but don&apos;t depend on them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.never allow anyone to intimidate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.dont work for recognition but do work worthy of &lt;br /&gt;recognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.remember the credo of walt disney: &lt;br /&gt;think.believe.dream.dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.never comment on someone&apos;s weight unless &lt;br /&gt;you know its what they want to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.seek respect rather popularity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.seek quality rather than luxury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.start a &quot;read again&quot; file for articles you might &lt;br /&gt;want to enjoy a second time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.look for opportunity that&apos;s hidden in every &lt;br /&gt;adversity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.remember that when your mom says &quot;you&apos;ll &lt;br /&gt;regret it&quot; you probably will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.on your birthday send your mom a thank you &lt;br /&gt;card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.never let the odds stop you from pursuing what &lt;br /&gt;you know in your heart you were meant to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.be happy with what you have while working on &lt;br /&gt;what you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.celebrate even small victories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.dont forget that a couple of words of praise or &lt;br /&gt;encouragement can make someone&apos;s day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.whenever you hear an ambulance siren say a &lt;br /&gt;prayer for the person inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.when in doubt smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.if its not a beautiful morning let your &lt;br /&gt;cheerfulness make it beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.marry someone your equal or a little bit better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.remember that a minute of anger denies you &lt;br /&gt;60 seconds of happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.never give up on a dream just because of the &lt;br /&gt;length of time it will take to accomplish it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.dont write something you dont want others to &lt;br /&gt;read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.when taking a true-false test, remember that &lt;br /&gt;any statement that includes the word &lt;br /&gt;any,all,always,never or ever is usually false&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.never tell anybody they can&apos;t sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.become the world&apos;s most thoughtful friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.remember that anything worth doing is going to &lt;br /&gt;take longer than you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.remember that bad luck as well as good luck &lt;br /&gt;seldom lasts long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.root for your team to win not for the other team &lt;br /&gt;to lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.accept triumph and defeat with equal grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.learn your great-grandparent&apos;s name and what &lt;br /&gt;they did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.savor everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.share the remote control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.remember it&apos;s not your job to get people to like &lt;br /&gt;you,its your job to like people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.never miss a chance to shake hands with &lt;br /&gt;Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.remember that the only dumb question is the &lt;br /&gt;one you wanted to ask but did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.spend time with lucky people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.stand up for your right principles even if you &lt;br /&gt;have to stand alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.remember that everyone has bad days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.marry someone who loves music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.if you know you are going to lose do it with style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.remember that not all right are popular and not &lt;br /&gt;all popular are right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.work diligently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.live simply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.think quickly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.fight fairly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.give generously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.laugh loudly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.pray faithfully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50.love deeply</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2004 09:47:32 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the sweetest thing</title>
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  <description>that&apos;s just the sweetest thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagksabay-sabay pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ulcer attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dysmennorhea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where&apos;s my cutter?</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 25 Nov 2004 09:38:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>hush</title>
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  <description>i&apos;d rather sleep than listen to anymore of this babbling. sick sick sick. &quot;No matter what happens, just don&apos;t close your doors, you&apos;ll be the one hurting if you do...&quot; someone told me. i can&apos;t listen to that anymore as much as i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the senselessness of things are starting to have more and more sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no talk. just words coming out of my mouth. it won&apos;t ease the pain of being so stupid of actually trusting marshmallows. they&apos;re so full of air. you think they&apos;re so big on the outside, but actually, that&apos;s just air. EMULSION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chemistry is a way of life. sometimes you jive, sometimes you don&apos;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sick to the stomache. let&apos;s just get this school year over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaak!!!!!!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 15:31:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>sobra-sobra na</title>
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  <description>i&apos;m so sick of it. pathetic. my mom told me that i shouldn&apos;t go as low as marshmallow people do. the mere fact marshmallow people called my mom a b*tch, that&apos;s too much... foul and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn to fight for your own battles. don&apos;t include my mom, she hasn&apos;t done anything to you... don&apos;t go so low as to call people that. the moment you do, you&apos;ll regret it. my mom knows everything. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to 4-S, i have a reason to go to school. anything else is a blurr.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 11:44:44 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>divisoria...the return</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;in all fairness, masaya ng round 2 ng divisoria trip. we were lucky to have gone to divi last school year, kung hindi, nagka-ligawan na tayo. for a non-commuter,&lt;a href=&quot;http://dontexpectalotfromaphilosophiosocian.blogspot.com&quot;&gt; eggy&lt;/a&gt; did a fair job navigating our way around the mall. with only 470 bucks in my wallet, i was able to buy more than 3 things i can use in the future.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;ol&gt;
&lt;li&gt;girbaud wallet- for P90&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;big bag- for 60 (i owe this to eggy)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;skirt for grad pic- it&apos;s worth 500 in people are people, i got&amp;nbsp;at P250&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;earrings- for 6&amp;nbsp; pieces, it was P35&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;lunch- jollibee.. hehe... for P72&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;
&lt;p&gt;i&apos;m looking forward to our trip to G4. pero... naiinis talaga ako sa policy niya!!! it wasn&apos;t even agreed upon. most of us were out nung sinabi na paglate, 50% off the&amp;nbsp; LT, 0 pa sa SW. aaaaaaaaaargh!!! be reasonable! what if there&amp;nbsp; was an emergency? minus pa rin?! aaaargh! i hate the whole idea. i mean, it&apos;s pointless, late na kung late, hindi naman tayo mamamatay eh! some of us were late, for what, two minutes!? why make such a big deal about it and remove half of 20% of our card grade. that&apos;s not reasonable! meaning, my classmates have to perfect the LT, just to pass?! aaaaargh! OA niya! josko poh! kung alam ko lang yun, hindi nalang sana ako sumama. i&apos;m disappointed with her, i thought she&apos;d be fair this quarter (unlike the first), unfortunately, maling akala. aaargh!&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 23 Nov 2004 11:12:47 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>your bestfriend is your worst enemy...  true</title>
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  <description>ewan ko ba, kanina pa ako nagkakaganito. actually, birthday palang ni lottie, bothered na talaga ako. i don&apos;t know if i should be proud of what i&apos;ve done, kasi di ko alam kung anong gagawin ng tao pag sila ang nasa kalagayan ko. kahit na nung nasa divisoria kami today, i couldn&apos;t erase that guilt feeling i had of selling out my friend, my bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iba siya sa debate. iba na talaga pagmasyadong maraming napagsamahan. alam mo lahat ng baho, at kahit anong gawin mo, hindi mo na kayang di tanggapin ang bahong yon. aaaaaak!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m torn between doing what&apos;s right and  doing what people think is &quot;right,&quot; and that is to keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aminado naman akong i&apos;ve had my share of certain disregard for the rules, but i&apos;ve stopped. mahiya  naman  ako, kabarkada ko si mels at last year ko na &apos;toh sa st.scho. ngayon pa ba naman ako magloloko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kahit anong gawin ko, para sa  grupo ng marshmallow people, i&apos;ve been nothing but treacherous. someone&apos;s taken my place where i used to be &apos;happy,&apos; and i&apos;ve  accepted that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after three years, na-realize ko lang na sa kaguluhan mo lang talaga makikilala ang mga tunay mong kaibigan. basically, i&apos;m left with a handful of people plus 4-stewardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am hypocritical in some aspects, pero kung bastusan at sobra-sobra na, gagawin ko yung tama. first 3 years  ko sa stscho, pasaway ako. naka-on ang cell, nagte-text... i&apos;ll gladly give up my id to save my friend&apos;s record, but the marshmallow people bought it up to themselves. they know better than uphold their disregard for the rules and give each other some tips on  how to avoid being caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will give up my id for a friend, pero madadagdagan lang ang taong naka-green  id. wala rin. marshmallows know what they&apos;ve gotten themselves into  and they cannot blame me if i just want to help. di naman kasi yan madadala sa sabihan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, looking forward to grad! it&apos;ll all be over in four months.. i won&apos;t be missing marshmallows, even the rules that tore us apart. i&apos;ll miss  one thing: and that&apos;s being a full-pledge kulasa... 3-service0304  and  4-stewardship0405... goodluck.</description>
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  <lj:mood>aaaargh!!!!</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2004 13:15:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>countdown</title>
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  <description>in 10 days- i&apos;ll be grounded (card grades)&lt;br /&gt;in 13 days- it&apos;ll be officially christmas season&lt;br /&gt;in 19 days- simbang gabi na! yes, puto-bunbong&lt;br /&gt;in 22 days- christmas break na&lt;br /&gt;in 38 days- christmas na&lt;br /&gt;in 44 days- new year na&lt;br /&gt;in 50 or so days- entrance exam results na&lt;br /&gt;in 75 days- valentine&apos;s day na and i&apos;m sure going to be lonely&lt;br /&gt;in 103 days- finals na natin for the fourth quarter&lt;br /&gt;in 128 days- grad party na&lt;br /&gt;in 123 days- GRADUATION NA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems so long.. but when we live 1 second at a time... ang bilis!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2004 13:09:07 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>holloween</title>
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  <description>isang buwan ko na siyang di nakaka-usap sa text. dalawang buwan ko nang di naririnig boses niya. apat na buwan ko na siyang di nakikita. at tatlong buwan pa bago kami ulit magkita.</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 17 Nov 2004 11:52:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i should really learn how to take my own advice</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I&apos;m starting to feel the advantages of being experienced... darn.. =)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (6:27:24 PM): naging mutual agad, pero yung mutuality na yun, masyadong mabilis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;koks_12 (6:28:20 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;pero kung sabi mo infatuation...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;iane_louise (6:28:22 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;it takes time to fall in love.. hindi siya biglaan na after a few months or years, mahal mo na yung tao... kaya nga FALLING IN LOVE EH..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;iane_louise (6:32:56 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;pagdumating ang araw na pinaiyak ka niya, kalimutan mo na siya!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (6:36:00 PM): di mo naman masasabing &apos;it&apos;s the real thing&apos; na unless you have some basis... &lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;you can&apos;t appreciate a relationship, kung puro masasaya.. minsan, masarap din masaktan, kasi dun mo nararamdaman na buhay ka&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (6:37:25 PM): by saying &apos;i love you,&apos; &lt;font color=&quot;#ff0000&quot;&gt;you are actually giving the other person the right to hurt you&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (6:40:05 PM): tama yan!!!!!! so, wag kang magmamadali... &lt;font color=&quot;#009900&quot;&gt;if you fall in love too easily, you&apos;ll fall out of love that easily too&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (6:41:35 PM): and.. love comes when you least expect it. it comes at your own pace. kung siya si &apos;the one&apos; mo, ipaglalapit kayo kahit na kayo na mismo ang umiiwas&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (6:43:23 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#3333ff&quot;&gt;kung para sayo, itapon mo man, ibabato ulit sayo &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#3333ff&quot;&gt;yan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iane_louise (6:45:25 PM): parang casual lang.. na tipong, kamusta, ok lang.. sige, un lang..&amp;nbsp; tipong ganun.. tapos if you get the chance to meet in person, talk. wag yung gala ng gala.. ikaw mismo gumawa ng &apos;bond&apos; niyo na based sa friendship, not sa infatuation na nabuo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (6:46:38 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#993399&quot;&gt;lahat naman nagpapaka-loko pagakala nila, may mahal na sila&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;iane_louise (6:53:55 PM): ganito yun.. di ba nga nanliligaw siya? ngayon, &lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;how sure are you na ipapakita niya lahat, pati ang baho niya, kung magpapa-impress siya sayo? eh di prang wla rin. kasi restrained siya from being himself dhl gsto niyang mging kayo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;iane_louise (7:01:10 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#6600cc&quot;&gt;if you really love that person, he&apos;ll be at the back of your mind.. kahit na may problema ka na sa school at lahat.. at the end of the day, andun siya&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;iane_louise (7:01:35 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#cc0000&quot;&gt;and you can&apos;t help to feel happy for that person..&amp;nbsp; natuwa nga ako nung naging friends kami ng gf niya eh.. hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;iane_louise (7:01:47 PM): tapos magnakikita mo pic niyo&lt;br&gt;iane_louise (7:01:59 PM): niyong 2 or with barkada or whatever...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;iane_louise (7:02:45 PM): kikiligin ka to some extent... pero &lt;font color=&quot;#ff6600&quot;&gt;matatawa ka nalng sa itsura ng crush mo.. tatanungin mo sarili mo kung anong nakita mo sknya.. pero in the end, di mo papansinin yun.. kasi nga mahal mo na eh..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;iane_louise (7:03:24 PM): &lt;font color=&quot;#ff6666&quot;&gt;bigla ko siyang naging crush.. tapos after some time, nawala.. and then you get to know the person, you start liking them again..&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;iane_louise (7:04:08 PM): kasi sa looks naman yung una eh.. besides, if you&apos;re going to be a good judge of characters, you should not be biased.. you should not base it on you having a &apos;crush&apos; on that person..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;I feel so old!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2004 13:17:10 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the only reason why...</title>
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  <description>the only reason why i go to school&lt;br /&gt;is to get grades suitable for college.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i want to go to college&lt;br /&gt;is to be capable of helping my mom and other people.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why i want to help out other people&lt;br /&gt;is that i find happiness in giving.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason i give&lt;br /&gt;is because many people need so many things.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why people need so many things&lt;br /&gt;is because they don&apos;t know how to appreciate what&apos;s already there.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why people cannot appreciate what&apos;s already there&lt;br /&gt;is because the world tells us that what we have is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why we think what we have is not enough&lt;br /&gt;is because we throw away what&apos;s valuable.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why we throw what&apos;s valuable&lt;br /&gt;is because we do not know it is valuable.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why we do not know what&apos;s valuable&lt;br /&gt;is because everything is, and we don&apos;t know that.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why we do not know that everything is valuable&lt;br /&gt;is because we will only know that it is when it no longer belongs to us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moral of the story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for every action, there is a reason, and that reason brings about more actions, which also has reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why reason out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is what drives you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU FOUR-EEESSSS!!! =)</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 10 Nov 2004 11:20:24 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>oh crap!!!</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I went to his house for the third time in my entire life. I went there yesterday, almost exactly after classes were off. I cannot distinctly remember the reason why I bothered going there at that time. I felt the urge to go there, and so I did. No more questions. Apparently, it was only 6:00PM, so I still had a couple of hours before my mom arrived. I went inside &lt;em&gt;his room&lt;/em&gt;. Don&apos;t assume anything! We didn&apos;t study anatomy nor biology.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found myself sitting on an old chair, probably built by &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; relatives ages ago. To my right sat his younger brother. He was around my age and was momentarily annoying me, as always; to my left was he. (Yes, that is correct grammar). We exchanged awkward smiles, and then moved on to our routine: annoying me. I would start saying remarks about his outfit/manner. After I that, it was his turn, but he would also say some other things... Nicknames, &lt;em&gt;hirets&lt;/em&gt;, and one-liners. I would often catch him staring at me, and the favor was returned when he caught me staring at him. All I could do was laugh sincerely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He asked if he could be excused. He told us that he had to take a bath. Give us something to argue and not allow him to take a bath. He slowly removed his shirt, which was actually MY Little Mermaid t-shirt back when I was 6 years old ( I still have it at home). He tossed it to my direction. *sigh* If only I could tell him that I hate him so much for making me feel &quot;special,&quot; even if he&apos;s &quot;just like that.&quot; So, he left me with his brother, talking about non-sense and the sense of &lt;em&gt;non-senseness&lt;/em&gt;. I hate the way I complicate things. A few more minutes, I got uncomfortable and removed my blouse and skirt and made myself at home. I wore &lt;em&gt;his&lt;/em&gt; shirt and wore y own pair of shorts. When I checked myself infront of the mirror, I saw something worth stabbing myself for. His name was written across the back portion of the shirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He walked in and saw me bickering. All he could do was laugh. He told me that that was my shirt and that he had it fixed. We talked some more and I could no longer remember what was keeping me so long... The phone rang and I discovered it was my mother.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;DIANNE, GISING NA!!!&quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darn it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2004 10:59:41 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>no me ames</title>
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  <description>&quot;don&apos;t love me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you&apos;re crying...&lt;br /&gt;Of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;And why are you drowning?&lt;br /&gt;for loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you take my hands so strongly, and let your &lt;br /&gt;thoughts carry you away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;And why is that?&lt;br /&gt;Crazy stubborn person, stop doubting it any longer&lt;br /&gt;Even though in the future there will be a huge wall&lt;br /&gt;I&apos;m not afraid, I want to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont love me, because you think that&lt;br /&gt;I may appear different&lt;br /&gt;You dont think its right&lt;br /&gt;For us to see time go by together?&lt;br /&gt;Dont love me, I understand&lt;br /&gt;the lie that it would be&lt;br /&gt;If your love, I don;t deserve, dont love me,&lt;br /&gt;just stay another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont love me, because I am lost,&lt;br /&gt;Because I changed the world,Because its destiny&lt;br /&gt;Because it can&apos;t be, We both are like a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;And you would be my own reflection&lt;br /&gt;Don&apos;t love me, you would be dying&lt;br /&gt;Within a war full of regrets,dont love me to be on this&lt;br /&gt;Earth, I would like to throw your enormous love&lt;br /&gt;thru the blue sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say to you, that&apos;s the truth&lt;br /&gt;When people want to, they know how to hurt&lt;br /&gt;You and I will depart, they would not move,&lt;br /&gt;But in this sky dont leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me, dont leave me, dont listen to me&lt;br /&gt;If I say to you &quot;dont love me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Dont let me. Do not disable&lt;br /&gt;my heart with that &quot;Dont love me&quot;&lt;br /&gt;Dont love me, I&apos;m begging you, leave me with my bitternes&lt;br /&gt;You know well, that I can&apos;t, that its useless,&lt;br /&gt;That I will always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont love me,because I would make you suffer with this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;that was filled with a thousand winters.&lt;br /&gt;Dont love me,so that way you can forget of your gray days.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to love me, just to love me&lt;br /&gt;Dont love me, you and I will fly,&lt;br /&gt;With with the other, and we will always be together&lt;br /&gt;This love is like the sun that comes out after the storm&lt;br /&gt;Like 2 comets on the same path</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2004 10:56:03 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>one last thing</title>
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  <description>i&apos;ve entered a world of complete stupidity and irritation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever made the rules of the english language? whoever said that &quot;cutted&quot; is grammatically incorrect and that there is no such words as &quot;annoyanimity?&quot; whoever made those rules? i bet no one has the rights to the english language. whoever made the english language so complicated and so &quot;minimalistic?&quot; who dictated the rules that certain words aren&apos;t &quot;words?&quot; the irony of it is, no matter how many times the united states of america say that they are diplomatic, they aren&apos;t. they say these &quot;words&quot; cannot be used because they do not exist. if they don&apos;t, how come i &quot;use&quot; it? it&apos;s very easy to invent a word, but how come it takes so much time for certain people to accept that as the new &quot;norms?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoever said that finding &quot;the one&quot; is going to be a very long wait? how will we know that he&apos;s &quot;the one&quot; without even trying? or, how will we know that he is not &quot;the one&quot; if we don&apos;t risk it? &quot;when will waiting for the one... be done?&quot; let&apos;s put this, graphically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;x_________________________x i am &quot;x&quot; on one end, and my &apos;the one&apos; on the other. i don&apos;t want to wait for &apos;the one,&apos; i want to meet him half way, so it becomes like this: ____________xx____________ unfortunately, we won&apos;t know if he is really our &apos;the one.&apos; what if that chance passed you by? then, it&apos;ll be: ______x________x________ &apos;the one&apos; comes into our lives just once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine told me that it&apos;s easier to catch a chicken which is tied than a chicken on the loose... good point, however, it&apos;s not your chicken to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday night, i prayed for a &quot;sign,&quot; as i usually do. this time, i lessened the probability that it could happen. it came.... a few hours ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;ve entered a world of stupidity and irritation. how will i know that my existence isn&apos;t written on paper? how will i know if i&apos;m just a pawn on a game of chess? how will i know that there&apos;s more to being me if i don&apos;t even try being who i am? the sad part is, i don&apos;t even believe i exist... goes to show how people treat me... like i do not exist.</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Nov 2004 10:37:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>KLSP</title>
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  <description>sino &apos;tong nakatingin?&lt;br /&gt;anghel bang magliligtas sakin&lt;br /&gt;mga mata&apos;y kanyang minulat sa pagdadalamhati&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinahanap sa kung saan&lt;br /&gt;pakpak na hindi mahagilap&lt;br /&gt;ninanais ko lang naman na maging ganap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan lang pagbigyan&lt;br /&gt;kulang lang sa pansin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naghahanap ka pa ba&lt;br /&gt;ng ibang taga-lupa?&lt;br /&gt;aking tinig ay iyong dinggin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nauubos din ang luha&lt;br /&gt;natutuyo at nawawala&lt;br /&gt;naglalaho rin pala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPONGECOLA</description>
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  <lj:mood>aaaaargh!!!</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 12:02:42 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>i have no time for games and pretenders</title>
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  <description>i&apos;m starting to hate this whole idea of &quot;diversity.&quot; it only took me so far, that i&apos;m thinking it was pointless to start a losing battle. this &quot;friendship&quot; was probably just a dry-run, or even just a cross-road i had to pass. so far, the idea is not helping anyone. the bitterness of people gets into my nerves like water trying to seep into my skin. the thought of it irritates me in a way that i&apos;m trying to prevent myself from exploding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much for &quot;friendship...&quot; three years didn&apos;t mean anything to them. it meant something to them in a way that they called me &quot;BI,&quot; even avoiding the insanely-used word &quot;biatch.&quot; i can&apos;t help but feel partially responsible. i&apos;m not a bad influence. i really am not. i&apos;m not the type who would drink 1 gallon of beer ever so often, i&apos;m allergic. i&apos;m not the one who goes out few days before an exam (tamaan nawa), i rarely do that and when i do that, i&apos;m certain that i&apos;ve studied. i&apos;m not the one who &quot;plays&quot; with people, making them hope for nothing. i&apos;m not that kind of person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am psychologically damaged, thanks to my mom and her boyfriend. besides the usual fights i have with my mom, i have my own issues. she has no time for me and our fight gets physical. i mean DEAD PHYSICAL. and they call me selfish and self-centered! don&apos;t i have the right to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too much for three f*cking years... time is not the measure of friendship. nothing measures that... only the security and reliability that you will still be friends tomorrow.</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 02 Nov 2004 11:38:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>long lost memories</title>
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  <description>i cannot remember which day of the week it was, nor the exact reason i asked for that sign. i knew i could no longer hurt myself with these thoughts, but i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i could remember was that i was praying that He give me a sign to show me whether all of this is worth keeping. it was worth everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;around 6pm, i thought i was still in school, having feminist criticism discussions with ms tibulan. i was in my proper seat, and i saw Noel a chair away. he was trying to catch my attention by giving weird remarks. all i could do was laugh. and then, he went home. i traded places with minggy and for no apparent reason, he was standing by the door. i thought he already went home, but obviously not. he walked towards me and told me that he was going home. i merely smiled, but he asked me to stand up. i did. i looked stright into his eyes and smiled. for no reason, he hugged me. sooooo tight.... i actually thought it was not a dream and was really happening. after that, there was a &quot;cut.&quot; i then saw myself at home. i was texting a friend of mine, when he walked in from the front door. he sat in front of me and then smiled. i asked him what he was doing there, he said that he missed me. wow! what a dream... and then, the embrace came again. this time, he held me more close...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, there was something this morning. it was grad party night and eggy tells me at the last minute that we have to sing for our dates as we go down the stairs... supposedly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever these two dreams may mean... i&apos;m wishing that it does happen...</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 21 Oct 2004 03:29:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>superman, batman, spiderman and robin.... YOU SUCK</title>
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  <description>as usual, our test in physics was HELL. when will it never be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what&apos;s with batman and robin? why would i want to know the Tension of the cable keeping them alive? Sana, naputol nalang para wala na akong problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiderman... ahem! why do you have to take the elevator? mabuti sana kung pareho ng situation sa movie... but NOOOOOOOOOOO. he just WANTED to use the elevator... aaaargh! damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then last... superman!!! WOOOHHOOO!!! this is the most stupid problem out of the three. HELLO!? superman can SENSE things behind him. even if dy is equally to the dy2, superman can easily fly away so that his head will not be hit by the ball. STUPID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i was a bedsheet... hindi na ako hihiwalay sa kama... i&apos;m soooo tired and they expect us to clean our classrooms tomorrow!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2004 10:21:17 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>LUNES</title>
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  <description>bumibilis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kumakaripas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naghihintay nalang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasama ng ulan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at ayokong magising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa umaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang-aakit mabuksan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naninimdim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di alam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALANG PATUTUNGUHAN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di mapigilan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang pagngiti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paglaya mo&apos;y MINIMITHI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagyayaya nang makisayaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang himig ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang-aaliw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang pagdiriwang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa ilalim ng bituin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa liwanag ng buwan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYOKO NA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DI SINASADYA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko sinasadya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don&apos;t want to wake up to the reality that I DO NOT EXIST IN YOUR WORLD. i may be part of it, but you don&apos;t see me, even if i already cut my throat and bleed on your hands, it won&apos;t mean anything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL. why is it that i have to undergo this &quot;rite of passage&quot; just for me to be happy? i learned today that a pink paper means &quot;a disappointment,&quot; and a white one means &quot;you&apos;ve been accepted.&quot; why does a piece of paper HAVE to determine everything?</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2004 10:02:57 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wooohooo.... hell weekend</title>
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  <description>SAYANG! we almost won the championship today. why is it that my weekend turned out to be HELL? last thursday and friday, he was a snob. he even told me that &quot;replying&quot; was not his &quot;responsibility.&quot; HELL! saturday, he replied, saying that he&apos;ll do his best to court this girl. OUCH! torpe ba naman kasi... then, kanina nga... we ALMOST won... =( i haven&apos;t even studied for our finals... darn it... =( this weekend turned out to be hell. tapos, sasabihin niyang hindi siya makakatupad sa usapan. excuses, excuses! the least YOU can do is try to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the mall. i really want to purchase this CD. &quot;palabas&quot; by sponge cola. i&apos;ve been waiting for that album for quite some time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i&apos;m listening to kitchie nadal right now. it sucks. i get reminded of the fact that he does NOT care at all. even though we&apos;re &quot;close&quot; (that&apos;s what he said), he treats me like trash... well&apos;s we&apos;re JUST friends. can&apos;t erase that fact. his vision is clouded by this girl&apos;s face. i just wish he knows how much it means to me that i can make him smile... even though i always end up making a fool of myself.</description>
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  <lj:mood>i&apos;m in no mood to be human</lj:mood>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2004 12:26:33 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>be careful of what you do and say</title>
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  <description>1. When a girl says she&apos;s sad, but she isn&apos;t&lt;br /&gt;crying, it means she&apos;s crying in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When she ignores you after you&apos;ve done&lt;br /&gt;something wrong, it&apos;s best to give her some&lt;br /&gt;time to cool down before touching her heart with&lt;br /&gt;an apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A girl can&apos;t find anything to hate about the&lt;br /&gt;guy she loves (which is why it is so hard for&lt;br /&gt;her to &apos;get over him&apos; after the relationship&apos;s&lt;br /&gt;over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If a girl loves a guy, he will always be on&lt;br /&gt;her mind every minute of the day, even though&lt;br /&gt;she flirts with other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When the guy she likes smiles and stares&lt;br /&gt;deep into her eyes, she will melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A girl likes to hear compliments, but usually is&lt;br /&gt;not sure&lt;br /&gt;how to react to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a particular guy flirts with a girl very&lt;br /&gt;often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes&lt;br /&gt;her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go&lt;br /&gt;easy on the smiles and stare ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don&apos;t like a girl who likes you, break&lt;br /&gt;it to her gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If a girl starts avoiding you after you&lt;br /&gt;reject her, leave her alone for a while. If you still&lt;br /&gt;treat her as a friend, talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Girls enjoy talking about what they feel.&lt;br /&gt;Music, poetry, drawings and writing are ways of&lt;br /&gt;expressing themselves (which explains why&lt;br /&gt;most girls like writing journals).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never tell a girl that she is useless in anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Being too serious can turn a girl off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. When the guy she likes calls her for the&lt;br /&gt;first time, the girl may act uninterested during&lt;br /&gt;the call. But as soon as the phone is back on&lt;br /&gt;the hook, she will whoop with joy and&lt;br /&gt;immediately start telephoning her friends to&lt;br /&gt;spread the&lt;br /&gt;news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. A smile means a lot to a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you like a girl, try making friends with her&lt;br /&gt;first. Let&lt;br /&gt;her get to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If a girl says she can&apos;t go out with you because&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;has to study, leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. But if she still calls you or expect a call from&lt;br /&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Don&apos;t try to guess a girl&apos;s feelings. Ask her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Hearing the words &quot;I love you&quot; is a great&lt;br /&gt;reassurance&lt;br /&gt;to a girl that she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. After a girl falls in love with a guy, she&apos;ll&lt;br /&gt;wonder&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;she never noticed him before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. If you need tips on how to flirt with a girl,&lt;br /&gt;read&lt;br /&gt;romance stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When class pictures come out, a girl would&lt;br /&gt;first&lt;br /&gt;check who is standing next to her crush before&lt;br /&gt;actually&lt;br /&gt;looking at herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. A girl&apos;s ex-crush will always be in her memory,&lt;br /&gt;but&lt;br /&gt;the guy she loves now stays in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Girls love having fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. A simple &apos;Hi&apos; can brighten a girl&apos;s day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A girl&apos;s best friends usually know best what&lt;br /&gt;she is&lt;br /&gt;feeling and going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Girls hate it when a guy pays attention to them&lt;br /&gt;just to&lt;br /&gt;get close to their &apos;prettier&apos; friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Love means devotion, caring and happiness&lt;br /&gt;to a girl,&lt;br /&gt;in that order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Some girls care about looks, some care about&lt;br /&gt;brains, but ALL girls want a guy who will love&lt;br /&gt;and care for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Girls want nothing more than to feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be easy...</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 13 Oct 2004 11:56:56 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>the other Noel</title>
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  <description>I had a terrible day today. I woke up at 7 am, arrived at school at 8:10am, got scolded by our adviser... What a HELL day... Actually, I can&apos;t blame her. We have been &quot;reckless&quot; these past few days, probably because exam week is already next week. Or probably, because some of us have not slept in 3 days or so. May be, it&apos;s because we NEED inspiration, and by that, I mean our awards/honors from last quarter. It&apos;s nice to know you are working for something, pero kung wala, nawawala na rin yung drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt I was in Baguio (tama ba spelling?). I was with my two cousins, ally and ethan, my mom and her boyfriend. Yup! Her maniac boyfriend, who tried to &quot;rape&quot; me for let&apos;s say... twice? I got the better of him..! HA! So, innocent pa ako. =) We stayed there for a week. During the first night, I saw Noel (the other noel PO!!!). We talked for a while, and then, he walked me home. I was with him majority of the stay in Baguio. On the day we were supposed to leave, it was his &quot;graduation.&quot; My mom saw him eating breakfast and pointed him to me. I didn&apos;t bother walking towards him. I didn&apos;t know why. Basta yun yung nangyari. When we were already about to leave, I leapt out of my seat and ran out in search of him. I don&apos;t know what that meant... I know it&apos;s a sign. All my dreams turn out to mean something, sooner or later... I just wish I know when to take that &quot;chance&quot; when I see it... and bother to look at it, even if i&apos;m busy... =)</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 11 Oct 2004 06:44:26 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>before i die...</title>
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  <description>Things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- vist every church in the country&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- walk through the hallways of Harvard&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- get so drunk and dance naked on halloween (is this really feasible?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- ride the roller coaster in Six Flags in California&lt;br /&gt;[x]- see myself in the newspaper (prom, remember?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- go out on a REAL date with my crush (grad party, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- go inside a motel and just sleep (ALONE)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- get to sing in a REAL studio&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- sleep for 24 hours and not get a headache the next day&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- meet my &quot;the one&quot; in the next 2 years... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- pass med school&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- be in a commercial / be in TV (hahahaha! wish ko lang!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- be a ballet dancer... REALLY&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- pass ATENEO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- have a varsity player boyfriend! (how i wish!)&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- have my hair lie down hanggang sa waist ko&lt;br /&gt;[ ]- get my 24-inch waist line again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come... =)</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2004 11:26:52 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>happy birthday</title>
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  <description>minaaaay!!! belated happy birthday!!!</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 10 Oct 2004 10:25:14 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>wag na wag mong sasabihin</title>
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  <description>I get this feeling that i&apos;m wasting my life. People give the impression that they care when they really don&apos;t. I guess it&apos;s just about the right time for me to learn that. Even the hard way... I just feel so wasted. No one really cares. And why is that? Sometimes we search too far for answers which are right in front of us. It&apos;s so hard to show that you care when the person DOES NOT CARE AT ALL... And there&apos;s another thing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&quot;When a particular guy flirts with a girl very often, a girl would start thinking the guy likes her. So if you treat a girl just as a friend, go easy on the smiles and stare ok?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn it.... Then there&apos;s this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may gusto ka bang sabihin&lt;br /&gt;ba&apos;t di mapakali&lt;br /&gt;ni hindi makatingin&lt;br /&gt;sana&apos;y wag mo na itong palipasin&lt;br /&gt;at subukang lutasin&lt;br /&gt;sana&apos;y sinabi mo na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iba&apos;ng nararapat sa akin&lt;br /&gt;na tunay kong mamahalin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... wag na wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;na hindi mo nadama itong&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig kong handang &lt;br /&gt;ibigay kahit pa kalayaan mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano man ang iyong akala&lt;br /&gt;na ako&apos;y isang bituin&lt;br /&gt;na walang sasambahin&lt;br /&gt;di ko man ito ipakita&lt;br /&gt;abot langit ang daing&lt;br /&gt;sana&apos;y sinabi mo na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa gabi, sinong duduyan sa&apos;yo...&lt;br /&gt;at sa umaga, ang hangin ang hahaplos sa&apos;yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wag na wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;na hindi mo nadama itong&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig kong handang&lt;br /&gt;ibigay kahit pa kalayaan mo...</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 04 Oct 2004 10:38:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>my everything</title>
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  <description>I feel so weird. This &quot;feeling&quot; keeps surprising me. I don&apos;t even know how I can control it. I cannot control it at all. I thought that I could only feel this certain way with Noel. No. Noel already has a girlfriend. This time, I am feeling this for a person I am capable of having these feelings for. I used to think that Noel was already my &quot;the one.&quot; After a number of weeks, I realized that it was not going to happen. I closed my doors to options that were placed right in front of me. The feelings I used to have for Noel, is now directed to someone else. Siya na kaya talaga? I am praying that I would not make a fool of myself. I&apos;ve been unlucky in this game. I hope the wheel will turn to my advantage this time... to lead me to the end point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you soooooo much.... I don&apos;t even know why I miss you.... May be it&apos;s your smile, probably your face or just your mere shadow... That makes me say that i&apos;m happy for the time being. STOP!!!! Wangie, you don&apos;t have to right to do this to yourself!!!! Aaaaargh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanta ko sayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you&apos;re ready to be my everything&lt;br /&gt;if you&apos;re ready to see it through this time&lt;br /&gt;if you&apos;re ready for love then&lt;br /&gt;this i will bring&lt;br /&gt;but i&apos;m not going to wait for you forever...</description>
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