<?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-34331993</id><updated>2011-07-14T21:07:41.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the best things in life are free</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-116295040706276880</id><published>2006-11-07T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T17:46:47.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Its been a while now that im trying to divert all my attentions on something else.i tried every mood of my days to get on..it just passed by and made no difference at all.I spent days with my friends just to smile ..just to give a laugh cause im not sure if i still know how it feels like after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I cant resist the power of your warm love,it brings me to silence like a meadow thats full of wonderful things....I cant deny the fact that i still miss you and that whatever it is that i do..doesnt make me feel better about myself.deep inside my heart youre still there... the rest is just an empty space again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you and thats something i always feel.i dont know what else to do because i know ill never be with you! im hurt... and its painful! but why? what did i do wrong? so many questions left unsaid.What couldve been if i just ask you and wait for your answers..? I have read all the good conversations we had... it makes me cry because it was so nice and sweet.. it makes me cry even more cause its over...its like a kiss in the wind and your love was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I prayed that this thing im feeling just go away..cause its hard to go on.How can i find peace of mind when thoughts of you keep coming back.it pulls me back to the void.I know that the kind of love thats true is the one that weakens the heart and soul.. thats what i felt for you ..and thats still what i feel  right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34331993-116295040706276880?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/116295040706276880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=116295040706276880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116295040706276880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116295040706276880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-been-while-now-that-im-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-116187495678679024</id><published>2006-10-26T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:06:26.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BABY AND THE BARBIE</title><content type='html'>haaaaayyy.... what a day! im walking along checking some stuffs sa mga store..like new clothes, shoes, bags, and some girlie things.&lt;br /&gt;THEN................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALA! may batang mataba (naalala ko ako nung bata ako) she's so cute! shes wearing a pink pants and a white t-shirt na super fit sa kanya ... hello sexy! kita ang kanyang tummy!&lt;br /&gt;but...... hello heres the thing kung bakit naagaw ni piglet este ng batang ito ang attention ko.... remember how we all love to play dolls nung bata pa tayo ( this goes with girls only..but kung bata ka pa feel mo na maglaro ng dolls well malamang gay ka na now) okay moving on with the kid.... she have this barbie doll and its really pretty ..medyo malayo siya sakin pero i can see her clearly... hawak niya ang barbie at hawak siya ng daddy niya dahil like me nag-wi-window shop din sila.... ng biglang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SINIPA ng bata ang barbie! di lang basta sipa hinagis niya si barbie sa ere at sabay kick! ... lumipad si barbie ng malayo ..natawa ako sa bata.... pero hello yung itsura nung bata seryoso siya ..parang malaki ang galit niya kay barbie..tas syempre nakita ng dad niya ang ginawa niya so ..naglakad sila papunta kay barbie... nung malapit na sila... ito dito na ko super natawa at hindi ko na napigilan gumawa ng noise sa pagtawa ko.... pupulutin ng daddy ng bata ang barbie ng bigla niya ulit sinipa...HAHAHAHA!!!! pero yung itsura nung bata e seryso pa din... sa tatlong beses paulit ulit na attempt ng dad niya pulitin ang barbie 3 times din paulit ulit sipain ng bata palayo sa kanila ang barbie .. they end up moving far from the store na pinuntahan nila at papalapit na sakin... hanggang sa nahuli na ng daddy si barbie at .... linagay na niya sa loob ngbaby bag... napa-smile nalang ang daddy niya sakin dahil kitang kita ko kung paano bugbugin ng baby niya ang kawawang barbie heheheh.... pero bilib ako sa bata.. now lang ako nakakita ng bata na imbis na alagaan ang barbie e .... she goes for the kill hehehehe....haaayyyy i cant forget the kids face shes so cute and fat but obviously shes a terror!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34331993-116187495678679024?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/116187495678679024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=116187495678679024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116187495678679024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116187495678679024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/10/baby-and-barbie.html' title='THE BABY AND THE BARBIE'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-116065063113216293</id><published>2006-10-12T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T03:57:11.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasha said ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pare, I don't know what else to tell you except you don’t deserve to be treated this way! If there's one selfless person I've known for the past 28 years of my life, that's you!I don't know why he's like this. Maybe, he felt that things are going way too fast for him. Maybe, he just really needs more time to ascertain and get a clearer perspective of things. Maybe, he's just an asshole just like what his ex told him. I just hate it that you're hurting again, the same way you got hurt when that jerk you onced called a boyfriend broke your heart.Basta, if you need someone to talk to, you know how to reach me. Just hold on to your faith. Give everything to the Lord and He'll take care of everything for you. Love u, pare! God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;note: thanks sasha! you made my day just by this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34331993-116065063113216293?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/116065063113216293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=116065063113216293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116065063113216293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116065063113216293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/10/sasha-said.html' title='Sasha said ......'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-116064477490987185</id><published>2006-10-12T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T04:35:34.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday im someones special... now im just someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i know that everything are diffrent now and i couldnt even bare the thought of me calling you by your name.. but i'd still think of you as my baby... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sent you all the letters and cards that i had.. cause im planning to send it to you altogether with the things you asked for.but suddenly things changed.. so however i just have to send it to you right now,cause im not sure if youre still there at your place til end of the year. or you might not be around anymore. I still want you to have it cause thats for you. I hope you'll not trash it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything i said in the letter .. is true and it will stay that way, i feel stupid but thats really what i feel until now.My heart is broken but still it aches for you.In your mind &amp;amp; heart i may not be important anymore,i may no longer the girl you love....but for me it will remain the same. Ironic that by the time i received your letter thats also the time youve changed.My world kind'a fell apart.now all i can think about was all the things weve talked about,our plans .. its all gone.. but i still want to keep it in my heart.For me this was just a bad dream and its not true.I kept on reading your letters and i just hope it just stops there and this thing never happen.I want to go back in those times we're life is just so happy despite we both have our bad baggage and problems.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still look at you the same way that i did before.You promised you will never leave me and that you will love me and not hurt me.you said you will never get tired of me and most of all you said and asked me to trust you.... and i did! i gave you all the trust that i can give.After all these years i never thought i could ever trust someone else anymore.. until you came along. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I thank God for making me believe again that i could still trust someone... that i could still give my heart to someone and never worry of having it break again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I keep on repeating every single words that you said to me.I still have your image in my mind.. smiling at me ....I remember the way you smile at me its just so nice! I just really hope time stops there where all the good things are happening despite of the wrong things thats happening in our own lives. I get to hate myself for being invincible for everything that had happened...im mad at myself cause its like i made a mistake again..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I missed the way you look at me... the way you admire me... the way you make me happy because you brag about me because you said youre proud of me.Yesterday im your someone special ...but now im just someone!&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/34331993-116064477490987185?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/116064477490987185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=116064477490987185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116064477490987185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116064477490987185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/10/yesterday-im-someones-special-now-im.html' title='Yesterday im someones special... now im just someone'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-116056743512873443</id><published>2006-10-11T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T22:35:43.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a letter for no one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hope i can know you better than anybody else's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been like this to anyone...because at the very beginning things are diffrent.. you're there and im here.Again i open my heart and let you into my life.. I dont want to lose you,I dont want to lose anything again cause the last time i've been hurt.. I just didnt lose the person i cared for so much ... but he took my dreams away with him and im left with nothing but a brokenheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time I dont want to be in that same place again.. if i lose you.. i might not just lose my dreams,but my life.You are my life now! I want to comfort you and guide you and be with you through all the pain that you are into.I want you to know that youre pain is my pain... if youre hurt im hurt to. I love you more than you know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i believe in "if you find the right person,make it work" for me you are the person i want to be with and ill work for it cause i know ther will be ups and downs,wrongs and right along the way,but ill take the risk because i love you... I trust you and have faith in you.I hold on to you and your words so please dont let go of my hand,hold it tight into your heart because im holding yours into mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When i think of you.. I hear nothing! not even the noise around me but only your voice inside my head and the beat of my heart.You're the one who fills the empty space in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im always here for you to take care of you , to make you happy even thought life is not so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be here when you need a shoulder to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always h\be here for you through good times and bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will always be here for you to help you in everything that you need to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im here like an angel to guide and look out for you anytime anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im always here to love you for the man that you are and the man that you will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's to much to say but bottom line is that .........IM HERE BECAUSE I LOVE YOU AND I ALWAYS WILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34331993-116056743512873443?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/116056743512873443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=116056743512873443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116056743512873443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/116056743512873443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/10/letter-for-him.html' title='a letter for no one'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-115936822600049550</id><published>2006-09-27T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T13:02:28.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;If I could have just one wish,I would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of your breath on my neck,the warmth of your lips on my cheek,the touch of your fingers on my skin,and the feel of your heart beating with mine...Knowing that I could never find that feeling with anyone other than you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;--kellyshen--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34331993-115936822600049550?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/115936822600049550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=115936822600049550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115936822600049550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115936822600049550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-could-have-just-one-wishi-would.html' title=''/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-115857356858446829</id><published>2006-09-18T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T03:13:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i thought about last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Let me sleep,for when I sleep I dream that you are here youre mine,and all my fears are left behind.I float on air,The nightingale sings gentle lullabies,so let me close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And sleep a chance to dream,so i can see the face I long to touch to kiss,but only dreams can bring me this.So let the moon shine softly on the boy I long to see and maybe when he dreams He'll dream of me.Ill hide beneath the clouds,and whisper to the evening star they tell me love is just a dream away&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/235/3782/200/246139062_ef2497e1d8.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/34331993-115857356858446829?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/115857356858446829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=115857356858446829' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115857356858446829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115857356858446829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-i-thought-about-last-night.html' title='what i thought about last night'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-115824164515685198</id><published>2006-09-17T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T02:08:51.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Her Day!!!</title><content type='html'>It all started in second year high. She transferred again to our school, Our Lady of the Sacred Heart. There were several transferees and she's one of them. For some reason, the school decided that they will compress the four sections to three so they were put in our class. I never intended to be friends with her because I have my own set of friends... Apparently, fate had other plans than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was second quarter of the school year when something happened. I was one of the top students in class (teka, natatawa ako! nagyabang pa! hehehe) so I was placed at the back of the room. I became friends with a bunch of students from the last section and... her (she transfered back to our school from NotreDame)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiena Tan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's shy (sige na nga!) at first but when you get to know her... makulit! She loves to dance and sing and play the piano. She's one of the friendliest persons I've known. Cowboy! You can serve tuyo and she won't complain. Very generous. When she has some cash with her, naku, she'll buy stuff for you and your family. She's like that when she drops by my house (which was pretty much everyday back then, hehe). Makuwento! 24 hours is not enough when we talk! She has lots of kuwento especially when we won't see each other for months. And when we get to talk again, it's like we just saw each other yesterday. She knows how to deal with others really well. There are so many families out there who want to adopt her. Rollyne's family. Sheryl's family. Mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uhmmm... she's kikay nga pala! Back in HS, she's the wash-and-wear type of girl. When I saw her in college, OMG! Ang kikay na! She wears skirts, does her make-ups, curls her lashes (ahay!) and her voice is much more maarte! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived at Serrano Laktaw in our HS days. After school, it was an unwritten rule that we go to her place to chill. Saya! She'd play the piano for us. We'd choose from her pieces. I'd always choose People Alone. And Hidin' in Myself. Can you still remember that, pre? hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things that we shared together... it was those times that we were both down are the most memorable! I remember I had a problem before and she was the one who was there beside me to alleviate the burden I was carrying that time. She knew everything and she honored my unspoken request to keep quiet about it. She was there during the Dan episode of my life as well. She'll cry silently with you during the times you're troubled and down and out. She'll never leave you, believe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's tough when it's her own battles she's fighting. But she can be a crybaby at times. Especially when it comes to the loved ones (*wink*). It's because she's not expecting it from him so she cries easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I texted her this morning because IT'S HER BIRTHDAY TODAY! I told her that I wish she'd get to meet Mr. Right already. Someone that would love her and take care of her and be with her when she needs someone to make kwento/daldal to. Someone who'd cherish her and make her feel important the way she does her loved ones. If she already found the guy (*wink* *wink*), well and good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve it, sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wish that our friendship would last a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have a tangible gift that I can give you right now, Shen, I have these memories and good words that I can tell the whole world about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love u, sis! Be happy (parang commercial ng jollibee)! You deserve it! And whatever they say, you know that we all love you the way you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tol, painom ka naman! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 27th BEERDAY este BIRTHDAY pala!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxxooo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxxsasha000.blogspot.com/"&gt;sasha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34331993-115824164515685198?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/115824164515685198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=115824164515685198' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115824164515685198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115824164515685198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-her-day.html' title='It&apos;s Her Day!!!'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34331993.post-115849141738883626</id><published>2006-09-17T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T02:38:43.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kelly.. bawl like a baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/235/3782/1600/33727829620927s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/235/3782/320/33727829620927s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/235/3782/1600/chara_nozomi.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;yeah!its my birthday and this has been the most wonderful gift i ever received from a friend who i cherish all my life.. SHERRY! (sasha) i love you sis .. thanks for this wonderful blog message u did.... it shows your style and love for writing as well.. and making me feel special coz you really done it and made it for my birthday.. wow labor of love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;thanks for all of the good things you just said about me ...( ahem) i know thats true heheheeh and yeah how i wish i never left sacred heart b4 for 2yrs.. siguro elementary palang classmates na tayo .. well we used to see each other around the school .. but we have diffrent classrooms.. u know battle of the brains .... naku kilala mo naman si mother ..palo abot ko if i didnt work hard about studies.. and im glad its over! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;but i really missed those days .... dami natin ginagawa... its everything about us.... whatever they do to beat our group .... duh! they could just dream on it... specially me ... dance .. dream on nalang talaga sila hehehehe i miss those time when they named us by our group.. PSYCHE! wow boom na boom sa school yun before.... wala sila nun.. tayo lang! and hello to all the people who will get to read this... the one who made this blog SASHA.... im the only person who made her dance in front of all people in our school takenote sa gitna ng quadrangle... its a september linggo ng wika celebration ... and she's one of my member who dance that time for opening number! i forgot the song .. but i remembered its GARY V'S song hehehehehIm proud of our group... and of our friendship.. truth really prevails..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;nothing beats the best! and we are the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/235/3782/1600/14034905126549s.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34331993-115849141738883626?l=hershen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/feeds/115849141738883626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34331993&amp;postID=115849141738883626' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115849141738883626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34331993/posts/default/115849141738883626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hershen.blogspot.com/2006/09/kelly-bawl-like-baby.html' title='kelly.. bawl like a baby!'/><author><name>HerShen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08227862585646976584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
