<?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-5328320524966941920</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:04:47.278+08:00</updated><category term='When May met Pax'/><category term='May explains her love for rain'/><category term='so I really rambled about friendship here'/><category term='the return of May'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='I want snugs'/><category term='yes I am offended'/><category term='friendship and love'/><category term='Paxmay epic'/><category term='May loves Pax soooooooooooooooo much'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='wishing for teleportation right now'/><category term='Paxmay on our 2nd year'/><category term='Wonder Girl is just missing her Wonder Boy so much right now'/><category term='pondering'/><category term='May is crying for no reason at all'/><category term='slightly emo hahaha'/><category term='May is apparently as insane as Rachel'/><title type='text'>Reachable Star</title><subtitle type='html'>The star you can reach, but may burn to touch.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-2172934470370532019</id><published>2011-06-27T23:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T00:04:51.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blooming</title><content type='html'>Earlier today, my co-advisees and I had a meeting with our adviser. He asked us to raise our hand if we did the task he assigned to us. To my surprise, out of 10 or 11 students, only 5 of us raised our hand. Our adviser then sent the other students out of his office to do what he had told them to do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A few years ago, I was one of those students, like the ones who got sent out, who the professors think were the happy-go-lucky students. And I really was.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I didn't know how the good students studied or how they remember all those stuff or why they always want to finish projects early. I didn't know why it seemed so easy for them.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And now I've become one of those "good" students who do their homeworks early and make sure the answers are perfect, who aims for the perfect score versus the passing score, who aims to finish projects early instead of thinking of extension of deadlines.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I never expected it to feel this good. I actually feel respected now versus looked down on. I have gained self-confidence which helps me a lot nowadays. I now take the difficult lessons as challenges instead of being afraid of them. I push myself to perfection. And I like that feeling. How I wish I have done this earlier. I probably would have graduated already.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Having goals helps me feel motivated and inspired to do my best and give my best and not just satisfactory effort in everything that I have to do. I feel like I can do anything.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have definitely transformed from a Computer Science weakling to one of the good nerds and I like that change.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I finally changed for the better. I have finally bloomed from a small bud to a beautiful flower. It took a long time, but now I know it is so worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-2172934470370532019?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/2172934470370532019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/blooming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2172934470370532019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2172934470370532019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/blooming.html' title='Blooming'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-4306867100088441524</id><published>2011-06-23T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T21:27:54.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May explains her love for rain'/><title type='text'>Drip Drop</title><content type='html'>I went home today with the bottom of my pants and my arms drenched. Other people who were like me probably complained and hated the weather.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One thing I found weird about myself was that I never really did find the rain annoying or stressful like most of the people I know do because they don't like their hair and/or clothes drenched in rainwater.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I don't know why I love the rain...I just do. The sound of the raindrops falling everywhere, and how they look as they drop and slowly fall on glass windows relaxes me. I could walk under the rain for a long time and never get tired. It just brings a certain comfort with it, like a comforting embrace from a friend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Part of my love for rain, I think, was because when it rains...I feel like we're all equal. Because when it rains...it falls everywhere. Everyone who is outside gets wet even just a little. No one is really dry. We all get wet somehow.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Living in a tropical country where it is mostly hot and humid all year just makes me appreciate every rainfall. The cool breeze feels like a luxury since it is rarely cool in this country. So I'm always thankful for the rain.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I wish I could be kissed under the rain someday. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-4306867100088441524?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/4306867100088441524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/drip-drop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4306867100088441524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4306867100088441524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/drip-drop.html' title='Drip Drop'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-4005427946457784698</id><published>2011-06-18T20:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:11:34.261+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship and love'/><title type='text'>Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>My first bestfriend was our neighbor in our old apartment. We were bestfriends because we were the only girls in our compound so we played together a lot with our dolls. But after a few years they had to transfer to a new home. We didn't see each other much anymore after that and we rarely had contact with each other. I was sure I lost my first bestfriend...and sadly, I did.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The next bestfriend I had was when I was in fifth grade. I didn't get the chance to make friends during the times before that since I kept on transferring from one school to another from 2nd grade to 5th grade. On fifth grade though, my parents transferred me to another school and hired a transport service from home to school for me. She was in the same service as mine and we were apparently classmates. We bonded a lot and got closer to the point where in I went to her house a lot of times to hang out. We bonded over a lot of things since we both liked the same bands and singers and TV shows and books. Since she was one of the smartest kid in our class, she helped me with my studies too. I was getting good grades because she helped me study. She was the closest friend I ever had.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That went on until 6th grade. And then the high school entrance exams season began. She got into the high school that we both wanted. I didn't.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was the most painful experience I had felt at 12 years old. I remember crying a lot because we were going to be separated and I would lose my bestfriend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Though I didn't really lose her, we never talked as often as before, until it got to the point wherein we don't talk anymore. So once again, I was left without a bestfriend.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Throughout high school I never did make any solid friendships with anyone. It was not a good experience. Sure, I had acquaintances and friends I hung out with but didn't have close friends like my old bestfriend. I didn't find anyone who clicked with me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And then college was really not the best place to find a bestfriend since everyclass you meet different people and they only last for a few months.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had thought that maybe bestfriends weren't supposed to be searched and found. They're just something that happens. So I gave up the search and just focused on other things, especially my studies.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That's when my bestest friend appeared in the form of a Livejournal post. He posted something about the movie I liked at that moment, so I posted a comment and joined the same site he was in that was also based on that movie...and then it was the start of a lifelong friendship, the most cherished friendship of my life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I feel so lucky to have someone who doesn't replace me or leave me for once. He enjoyed my company as much as I enjoyed his. He also listens to my rants and comforts me during hard times. He stayed with me even when people were against us. Not only is he my bestfriend, he also was my boyfriend, and now my fiancé. He was the only person who filled my loneliness and hopefully if God wills it, the person who would never leave me, who would stay with me forever.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm so blessed to finally have a bestfriend. I did not find him, instead, we found each other. It is a friendship that was meant-to-be. And it was so worth the wait. I can finally say I have my own bestfriend now. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-4005427946457784698?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/4005427946457784698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/post-created-jun-18-2011-82301-pm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4005427946457784698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4005427946457784698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/post-created-jun-18-2011-82301-pm.html' title='Bestfriend'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-6193859367971008908</id><published>2011-06-16T23:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T23:26:54.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pondering'/><title type='text'>The Road</title><content type='html'>Have you ever woken up one day with the sun shining on your face and suddenly felt really inspired to reach your goals that you can even find real confidence in the sentence "I can do this"?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I haven't.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There were times when I wish inspiration comes that easy for me. Like, it just comes to me like a package being delivered on my front door. Because when you feel really inspired, it was like you are unstoppable...like you can do anything and everything you want to.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had wished to feel that way all throughout my college life. For those who know me, college has been the hardest part of my life so far. I've never felt stressed like this before.  When I was a high school senior preparing for college, it was so easy to think that I won't let stress get to me because I had only one thing in mind...I need to graduate from this university and that it would all be worth it in the end.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I never did quite expect that it would be &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; stressful.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was even so bad that I had lost passion for my major and even started questioning my decision to take it. I started to think that I probably was too ambitious when my level of intelligence was not really enough for this since the institute I belonged in seemed to want to get rid of me, telling me that I was wasting the slot that was given to me, and that a more deserving kid should have gotten it instead.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had thought that being rejected by the guy I thought I love was the worst rejection I had experienced in my life, until that time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I felt the world, &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; world, and my future crumble into pieces. I felt stupid for thinking that I belonged there, that Computer Science is my life since I was so good at it in high school. For the longest time, I had thought that it was my so-called "calling".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;At that time I felt like I had no choice but to give up and accept that I was wrong, but my family and close friends believed in me, something that I could not do.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I did what they told me anyway, and I tried and tried again.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And I'm glad I did.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Because if I gave up, I would have never experienced the joy I am experiencing right now. The joy in studying my field, the joy in getting good grades and finishing lab exercises. The joy I feel everytime I tell my parents about my accomplishments for the day. The joy I am feeling because finally, I felt like &lt;b&gt;I truly belong here.&lt;/b&gt; I finally felt that feeling - the feeling of being &lt;b&gt;inspired.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I am now a 22 year old senior computer science student, and I am proud of it. I didn't graduate on time, but I feel like I needed a lot of time to learn to appreciate my field, to learn to embrace the hardships and to turn them as an advantage.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I took the hard road, and I tripped a lot and got injured on my way and even felt like giving up and turning around. Now that I can see my destination nearing though, all the pain and sufferings I've felt on my travel were instantly gone. I took the hard road, and made a new path. A path that was mine. I did not follow anyone's trail, I left my own.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I only have a few miles to go...and I am so pumped to reach that destination. With God as my map and compass and bottomless water jug in this long travel, I could never get lost. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-6193859367971008908?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/6193859367971008908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6193859367971008908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6193859367971008908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/road.html' title='The Road'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-7704149896235229499</id><published>2011-06-15T21:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T21:38:28.828+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the return of May'/><title type='text'>Am I the Same Girl?</title><content type='html'>I realized how long it has been since I last posted a blog....and there were so many things that happened in that span of time.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;For starters, I'm finally a senior now. Like legit senior and if I do good in my academics, I would graduate in 2012. I'm so excited for that...so much that I'm so motivated to do good! :-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pax graduated already so that's another one of my motivations to finish this as soon as I can. I don't want to be left behind. :))&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Also, my parents finally approve of my relationship with Pax, therefore I can now breathe easy and just concentrate on my studies without worrying much about anything else. I'm really so happy about that because it was only my parents' approval that I need to feel complete and now I feel like everything is almost perfect. Now I just need him here ;-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today dad celebrated his 50th birthday and well, I had a realization. I don't receive a lot of gifts, even when I was a kid I don't really get a lot of them. The only time I got a lot was when I celebrated my 18th birthday and it was because I had a big party then. I used to feel sad about that fact. The materialistic part of me used to even think that I'm not loved because I don't get as much gifts as other people do on their birthdays. That went on until I turned 19. I suddenly felt that I'm okay without gifts so long as people remember. I guess you can call it maturity of some sorts...or maybe I just got used to it that I just feel uncomfortable when I receive gifts.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Though I don't receive a lot of gifts, I do like giving them. I don't know why, but when I can I do find ways to give special people gifts on special days. I find myself feeling happy when I see the smile on their faces when they receive it.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I gave dad a shirt and a pair of shorts for his birthday because he was lacking casual clothes. And the smile on his face when he wore it today was worth all the money I spent for it. It was a really good feeling and I'm glad I get to do those things. :-)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyway I just felt the need to rant again and write something on this abandoned blog. I'll try to write here as often as I can because it is true that writing is therapeutic, at least for me, because no one stays long enough to hear my rants and sometimes I just really need to let them out even if no one is paying attention.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I'm just gonna leave this here. And hopefully I'll have good thoughts again that I can write on here soon. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-7704149896235229499?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/7704149896235229499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i-same-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/7704149896235229499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/7704149896235229499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i-same-girl.html' title='Am I the Same Girl?'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-1331477745697639125</id><published>2010-05-16T16:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T16:30:09.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointments</title><content type='html'>...I've had a lot these past months. With myself, with other people...a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed with myself a lot. 'Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disappointed with other people. Some I have even considered as friends. I guess it was my fault for expecting too. I shouldn't have expected from them. It was my fault for trusting and depending easily. In a way I should be thanking you for teaching me these lessons that I've forgotten. Next time, I won't give my trust easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so much like high school drama and I hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-1331477745697639125?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/1331477745697639125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2010/05/disappointments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1331477745697639125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1331477745697639125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2010/05/disappointments.html' title='Disappointments'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-4828404691916010340</id><published>2010-04-15T00:23:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T00:50:36.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so I really rambled about friendship here'/><title type='text'>Panning</title><content type='html'>"&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Placer_mining" title="Placer  mining"&gt;Gold panning&lt;/a&gt; is mostly a manual technique of sorting gold.  Wide, shallow pans are filled with sand and gravel that may contain  gold. The pan is submerged in water and shaken, sorting the gold from  the gravel and other material." - Wikipedia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friendships...I didn't know it could be so complicated. I thought friendships were supposed to be easy. Like it should come naturally, right? The problem is how you keep a friendship. I'm really not an expert on this since I've apparently lost a lot of people whom I consider friends before in my life so I don't know. Maybe I'm just not born to be a good friend? Hahaha! Quite possibly. Maybe there's something wrong with me? Possibly too. Though I don't honestly know what. Hahaha! I've tried saving friendships before but it seems like they don't want it anymore so I don't force them to. It has happened a lot to me already that by now I'm really used to it and I don't really depend on anyone anymore, just with a few exceptions. I guess in my case, friends come and go along with boys. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had a lot of things happen to me lately, bad things...and I guess there's a reason why these are all happening to me, and somehow I'm thankful because it has helped me realize a lot of stuff. I can't say I don't need friends because quite a few of my friends are helping me go through this difficult phase in my life and I'm really thankful for them (you know who you are), but it's really times like this when I can separate the true friends from those who are not, like in panning where you separate the gold from other materials. So I'm somehow thankful that this has happened to me because now I know who my true friends are, and I'm thankful for them because they're sticking with me no matter how bad it is, because right now that's what I need in my life, a true friend. A true friend, not just in title because a lot of people can claim they're true friends even if just to have that title, but a true friend who's tried and tested and proven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could give them gold medals for it. Hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-4828404691916010340?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/4828404691916010340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2010/04/panning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4828404691916010340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4828404691916010340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2010/04/panning.html' title='Panning'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-1122656838813162887</id><published>2010-01-31T00:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T01:00:22.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paxmay on our 2nd year'/><title type='text'>1-29-2010</title><content type='html'>2 years ago, I asked him if we can be an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said yes...and then ran his head under the sink. That was how cute and adorable my boyfriend at that time was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year ago, we celebrated our first anniversary. Though we couldn't celebrate like "normal" couples do, like going out for dinner or movies, or going out of town, etc., it didn't matter...because while most "normal" couples could celebrate like that, not all of them have the love that he and I have for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what counts in anniversaries, right? Not just the years that you've just been together, but most importantly for how many days you have been falling in love with this person...in my case, it has been 731 days, and that was just the official date; I've been in love with this person for even longer than that. I still don't know what the exact date was but I knew I was starting to fall for him on the last week of October 2007, in the same month that I have met him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after first anniversary, exactly 6 days after, this boyfriend became my fiance. He had made me the luckiest girl/woman on earth. It was the start of our forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, it was our second anniversary. We still couldn't do the things that normal couples do, but I could care less about that...because at least this year, I've accomplished something that I think I haven't done before -- I made him cry...and not like the sad tears on December 2007, but this time, it was like the same tears that I shed last February 4th of 2009. A week before that things weren't going so well emotionally for both of us...we were so stressed and couldn't figure out what was wrong...but thankfully, we were able to fix the problem before our anniversary, and Paxmay is better than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never thought it would get even better than that when our anniversary came. Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything, but he managed to make me feel so special...and once again, the luckiest girl/woman in the whole world. I've never felt loved like this before. And I still think that after all this time, maybe this was all just a dream...because there is no way that I deserve this kind of person who is really so perfect for me. Everything he does makes me fall for him even more, and I really thought it wasn't possible to fall for a person even more, but I was wrong. Everyday, I'm falling even more in love with him...I know it sounds like a cheesy line from a song or a movie, but these words have never spoken to me until yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I have been envious of other couples that I see, usually when I'm walking alone around the campus, or browsing Facebook and other sites. Whenever I see them holding hands, taking pictures together, going on dates, I used to feel bitter because for now I couldn't have that "normal" couple thing. I couldn't have kisses or hugs, I couldn't hold his hand, and everyday I keep on wishing that he was with me. But then I see these same couples fall apart, and eventually break-up, I know guys who cheat while they were still together...and through those things I have realized how lucky I am. I have the most understanding, patient, honest, faithful, funniest and not to mention the cutest guy ever (who apparently looks like Jesse Bradford...I like My Sassy Girl so much more now). And while these couples have "now"...I have this future, and I'm holding on to the promise of 2014. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how he had said in his blog, I still also couldn't understand how he could say he's luckier...because I really think I'm luckier. I'm just this simple, normal, boring girl, and out of all the girls who are after him, he chose me, the one who was farthest from him. I don't understand why, though he is always trying to make me see...but I just couldn't wrap my head around it. One thing's for sure, I'm definitely not complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love, if you're reading this, I just want to thank you once again for loving me and accepting me as I am, for being honest and faithful, for turning my bad days into really amazing ones, for making me feel special and beautiful, and most importantly for staying with me even if I have many crazy hormonal moments which I couldn't control, and most especially thank you for staying when everyone was against us. Thank you for sharing yourself with me. I know I still don't deserve a guy like you, but God blessed me with you, and I would never complain. I thank God for you everyday. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so so so so so so sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much :-*&gt;:D&lt; and so much more than words can express. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to our forever. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-1122656838813162887?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/1122656838813162887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-29-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1122656838813162887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1122656838813162887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-29-2010.html' title='1-29-2010'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-7701567854928472954</id><published>2009-12-29T21:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:03:53.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>21st...part II</title><content type='html'>I'm speechless. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love You, God. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my family. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my SF's. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my college friends. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my twinny. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Pax...very much so. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed for all these blessings in my life. Thank You, Lord for blessing me with another year to fulfill my missions in life. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-7701567854928472954?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/7701567854928472954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/21stpart-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/7701567854928472954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/7701567854928472954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/21stpart-ii.html' title='21st...part II'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-6165688192747312843</id><published>2009-12-29T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T01:05:10.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>21st</title><content type='html'>So far...I'm happy...but I feel like something's missing still. So I'm still not completely happy. I really appreciate the greetings though. I'm really thankful for those. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still feel incomplete. *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-6165688192747312843?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/6165688192747312843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/21st.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6165688192747312843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6165688192747312843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/21st.html' title='21st'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-8899560409132514026</id><published>2009-12-06T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:21:08.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I honestly don't know what to say</title><content type='html'>I wanted to blog since yesterday...well actually, the days before that already. But it seemed like I couldn't form any intelligent words. All I know is that I was so angry, so mad, so frustrated...yeah, you get the point. You know it's bad when there's homicidal thoughts involved. I never liked violence, but at that point I just wanted to start already and go against what I believe in.  I wanted to attack, to let them know what they did and are still doing is beyond wrong. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but can you blame me? I feel like I've been stepped on, kick to the curb, like I've been beaten up by a gang and was just left lying there holding on to life. That was what I really felt. I felt like I've been pushed aside...and really far because I'm not important to them, because we're not friends...and my fiance is more important to them, I don't matter. It might seem like a little thing to them, or it might mean nothing to them...but I'm just fed up...tired of keeping all of these feelings inside, pretending that I'm okay with what they were doing to me, pretending that I'm fine, because I'm being the good fiancee of their friend who they keep flirting with...and like what Taylor Swift had said in her song..."bulletproof". I'm done with the good girl act. I'm through playing nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to attack anytime soon. Just you wait. Try me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-8899560409132514026?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/8899560409132514026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-honestly-dont-know-what-to-say.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8899560409132514026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8899560409132514026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-honestly-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='I honestly don&apos;t know what to say'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-5121486993274454334</id><published>2009-12-04T18:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:49:51.508+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yes I am offended'/><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>Some people are just disrespectful in so many ways. The world is so full of douchebags now. Not saying I'm perfect, but really...I'm at least trying my best to be respectful towards other people at all times, even those who don't deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little respect is all I ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid flirting with a taken person. It's just disrespectful to the other person that person you're flirting with is. If it's nothing to you, well it certainly is not just nothing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plurk should be shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*end of rant*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-5121486993274454334?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5121486993274454334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5121486993274454334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-4622777062319351924</id><published>2009-12-02T16:48:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:39:23.164+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>Wishlists are everywhere during this time of the year. I used to make one too, but I never get anything in that list no matter how long that list is and because of it, I used to get disappointed and sulk. I'm not even exaggerating, it's true. Which is why this time, no more wishlists for me, and I think it's time to be more matured about this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rarely receive material gifts during this season, even if December is Christmas month AND my birth month. I'm not complaining though. It taught me to enjoy what I have and be contented with it, and it also taught me to really appreciate what Christmas is all about...and that's the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. I never forget to greet Him every Christmas eve and morning, it makes me really happy. And I really really love Christmas, and I'm now glad that for me, it doesn't mean numerous gifts or any other material stuff on Christmas day...because it won't bring me any disappointments if I don't get what I want, I could just enjoy Christmas and the unexplainable happiness it brings. And if I get gifts from people, I can't help but feel really happy because I'm not asking for anything but they still take the time to give me something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the -ber month comes in, I can't help but feel excited. It's like the little kid in me is being awakened and I can't help but play Christmas songs so early...I just get really excited. I love Christmas...I love the happiness it brings to everyone...the family bonding and everything, spending it with your loved ones...if I'm surrounded with the people I love, that's already a gift for me. I've learned not to ask for anything anymore especially to my parents, and I'm glad. This year has been tough financially-speaking for our family and I'm already thankful enough that we are still complete, that we can still eat three meals a day, go to work/school, have at least decent clothes to wear and that we still have the stuff that we need for school/work such as the computers and the phones. That's also gift enough for me. Having true friends that I can count on anytime is a gift too. The love of my life, though he is far for now, still loves me as much as I love him...and I'm really thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to not have been raised with material things...because it makes me appreciate the more important things in life and what Christmas is really about...and it's about love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Though if I could ask for one material thing...plane tickets, please? :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-4622777062319351924?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/4622777062319351924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4622777062319351924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/4622777062319351924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/12/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-1135377729147129088</id><published>2009-11-17T22:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:22:00.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Mushy* :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>I've been feeling particularly mushy for more than a week now...and I have to blame one person for that...my very special handsome someone :-P I'm so glad that the emo-ness of the past weeks have been totally replaced by this overwhelming mushy feeling and romantic mood. It feels like everything's so new again, like when we've just begun, and it feels so amazing, that it even made being sick bearable. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a random note (no worries, this is kinda related), I heard the new Glee songs and I was surprised that one of the songs that they covered for this week's episode was Crush by Jennifer Paige...and I had that song as my status in my AIM before for Pax...too bad I lost the courage to put it up when he was actually online. It was so lame...but yeah...it was my song for him before when I was just starting to fall for him. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm really really really happy now and I hope to make this last forever. I'm determined. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-1135377729147129088?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/1135377729147129088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/11/mushy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1135377729147129088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1135377729147129088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/11/mushy.html' title='*Mushy* :&quot;&gt;'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-8964049937845666772</id><published>2009-11-08T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T09:53:12.541+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want snugs'/><title type='text'>*hugs*</title><content type='html'>please? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling emo :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-8964049937845666772?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/8964049937845666772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/11/hugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8964049937845666772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8964049937845666772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/11/hugs.html' title='*hugs*'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-2392610561191832072</id><published>2009-11-07T02:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T03:10:36.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a superhero's leading lady</title><content type='html'>Lois Lane, Mary Jane...it must be hard to be like them. They both have a superhero for a boyfriend/husband who is always needed anytime, anywhere, when the situation calls for his help and most of the time, it can't wait and it's their duty and responsibility to help people in need. What if they were in the middle of a date or just their couple time and people suddenly need his help? Then he has to set it aside and help the people first. But of course, the girl should understand and accept the fact that other people need him too. It's part of the package. And if I were in their place I'd think it's actually an honor to be with a superhero because at least in between his busy and in demand schedule, he still finds time to be with his leading lady, even for just a short but sweet while, and even if she can't have him fully yet, at least she has most of him. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-2392610561191832072?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/2392610561191832072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-superheros-leading-lady.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2392610561191832072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2392610561191832072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/11/being-superheros-leading-lady.html' title='Being a superhero&apos;s leading lady'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-8587882240268260283</id><published>2009-10-29T13:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:49:02.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so I really rambled about friendship here'/><title type='text'>Borderline</title><content type='html'>This is not a reference to a Madonna song. :-P I felt inspired suddenly last night while I was in bed and I decided I'm gonna write about it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this blog I'm gonna talk about my version of the ups and downs of being friends with a member of the opposite sex. My version, which means what I'm gonna tell here is just based on my experiences and observations. It may not be true in your case, but it's true in mine. This also does not apply to all guys, but from some guys I've been friends with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun having guy friends. In my honest opinion, it's actually easier to make friends with guys than girls. Maybe because, like Pax had said, girls innately hate each other, which I'm starting to see now too. Hahaha! In my 17 years of experience of making friends, it really takes some effort to make girl friends. Whereas when I made friends with guys, all it took was just small talk and jokes, then voila...instant guy friend. A guy friend is also easier to talk to. They rarely get offended by what you say, unless it's really below-the-belt offensive or that guy is super sensitive. Sometimes they take it as a joke instead. For a girl like me who sometimes can't control what she says out loud, that is really helpful. When I'm with the girls, I always have to control what I say because girls are even more sensitive (not all, but most) and I know that, even I'm guilty of it. So basically I have an easier time being myself with the guys other than with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downside (it depends though, it's not always a downside) of this though is that borderline of friendship. It's true that you can't help who you fall for, so you can fall easily for your guy friend. I mean this has happened to me twice already, when I was 17-18 I fell for my bestfriend and it almost ruined our friendship but we recovered from it, thank God. And then when I was 18 turning to 19, I once again fell for my newest bestfriend at that time, and the advantage of being bestfriends is that we know each other really well in such a short time that we've spent with each other that when we got together it was really easy for us already, we didn't have to adjust much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gets difficult though when the feeling is not mutual. You might fall for your friend but the friend wants to be just that...a friend, nothing more, nothing less. This is like the classic story already. The unrequited love...we all know that, hell there are lots of songs about that. But sometimes, it just isn't meant to be. This also has happened to me already, a friend has fallen for me but I don't feel the same way, and I had fallen for a friend but he doesn't feel the same way. It's hard when you want to cross that borderline, because you put the friendship at risk. I have already lost some friends because of this, but maybe it just really isn't meant to be. Like that time before when I have avoided this person who used to be my friend, I avoided him because I felt uncomfortable with what he was saying to me and his actions towards me too and the way he looks at me, and he even misunderstood my niceness as being interested to him when in truth I was just really comfortable with us being friends. So I avoided him and he got mad and it was the end of our friendship. If you're in that situation and you would want to save that friendship, that's probably the best thing you could do...just accept the fact that you're probably just better off as friends and don't hope for anything more, rather just enjoy the friendship, and if you were in my situation, honesty is the best policy. Just tell him/her the truth that you just want to stay friends and that it was making you uncomfortable so he/she would be aware instead of giving him/her false hopes. It's really a hard thing to do because people sometimes would get defensive and say that it was not his/her intention anyways, when it was in fact obvious, but at least you were honest that you were feeling uncomfortable, that would at least make him/her aware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wow...this blog is long so I'mma stop rambling now. And once again, I'm gonna repeat, this was just based on my experiences and observations, so you're free to agree or disagree, it's not applicable to all, I just wanted to share my view on this matter. Well I hope you learned something at least. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-8587882240268260283?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/8587882240268260283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/borderline.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8587882240268260283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8587882240268260283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/borderline.html' title='Borderline'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-8235895786282185527</id><published>2009-10-29T00:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T00:01:07.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paxmay epic'/><title type='text'>21st Month :D</title><content type='html'>We've reached our 21st month :D Yay! :D I'm still so happy and so in love with you love, and it grows even stronger as time passes. I love you so so so soooooooooooooooooo much, my love, my Wonder Boy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few months now before our 2nd year together. And I'm so freakin' excited. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-8235895786282185527?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/8235895786282185527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/21st-month-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8235895786282185527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8235895786282185527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/21st-month-d.html' title='21st Month :D'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-1717303252085965081</id><published>2009-10-28T00:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T00:40:59.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishing for teleportation right now'/><title type='text'>I Wish We Were Closer To Each Other</title><content type='html'>If we were closer...he could give me the hugs and kisses I need especially on a bad day. Most of the time he's the only one who can really make me feel better and I think it's unfair that he's on the other side of the world. I wish he was here instead. Only he knows how to take care of me and make me feel better. I can tell everything to him and he doesn't judge me. Heck, he even knows me better than most people I know who are closer to me physically and he understands me better maybe because we're a couple of misunderstood people but it makes us more epic. We're basically soul mates. And no one could ever replace him and what we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could get him here right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-1717303252085965081?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/1717303252085965081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-we-were-closer-to-each-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1717303252085965081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/1717303252085965081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-we-were-closer-to-each-other.html' title='I Wish We Were Closer To Each Other'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-8088571743960889117</id><published>2009-10-26T12:24:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T20:53:35.631+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slightly emo hahaha'/><title type='text'>On sembreak...and feeling used</title><content type='html'>So my first semester finally ended last week, last Wednesday to be exact. I wasn't sure how to feel about it at first. Of course, part of me was so relieved that finally, requirements and deadlines and all those academic pressures are over for at least two weeks. And then part of me is still nervous about finding out the results of your hard work...could they be enough to save myself from a 5? One said apparently not enough. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, so far I know I've passed two subjects already. The other two are still unknown at the moment and they're making me nervous still. Hahaha! But what the heck, last weekend I decided to forget it for a moment and to just enjoy that time with my SF's and plus one's. It was fun and tiring, and I did miss sleep. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...feeling used...why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know either. I just feel like for some reason I'm being used. I mean, I'm not one to ask for something in return when I give, but still...there's a certain limit to that. Sometimes I feel like people only talk to me when they need something, and it sucks, but I still give anyways...hoping that it would be appreciated. Sadly, I don't even feel that much appreciated. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, I guess I'll just enjoy these weeks without classes while I can. Yay for "us" time love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Paxmay's 21st month. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-8088571743960889117?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8088571743960889117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8088571743960889117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-sembreakand-feeling-used.html' title='On sembreak...and feeling used'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-5918023340178885067</id><published>2009-10-07T09:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T10:01:47.666+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When May met Pax'/><title type='text'>Insert Cliche Title Here</title><content type='html'>So it's October 7th...you know what happened that day 2 years ago? If you do...then you're either Pax or Sam or you just really know us...and that doesn't count. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for those who have no idea or just don't care...I don't care either...I would tell anyways because I'm just really happy and amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There I was, an empty piece of a shell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Just minding my own world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Without even knowin' what love and life were all about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you came,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You brought me out of the shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You gave the world to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And before I knew, there I was so in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You gave me a reason for my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And I love what I'm feelin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You gave me a meaning to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Yes, I've gone beyond existing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it all began when I met you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, cliche song is cliche, but I don't care...that song is true anyways. :)) October 7th of the year 2007 is the day I met Pax and even if our first conversation was really embarrassing (at least for me) it would always be amazing and magical for me because who knew that stupid lol reply would lead me to the love of my life? :)) Fate, it's what it is. It's just meant to be. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it really all began when I met him. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-5918023340178885067?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/5918023340178885067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/insert-cliche-title-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5918023340178885067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5918023340178885067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/insert-cliche-title-here.html' title='Insert Cliche Title Here'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-5618208945493343154</id><published>2009-10-05T21:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T21:33:30.731+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paxmay epic'/><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>Paxmay is going strong...and even stronger together as time goes on. Too bad for those people who were hoping for the opposite. ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-5618208945493343154?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/5618208945493343154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/stronger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5618208945493343154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5618208945493343154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/10/stronger.html' title='Stronger'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-3758757399807882690</id><published>2009-09-29T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T20:42:28.780+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paxmay epic'/><title type='text'>20th Love Month :)</title><content type='html'>Today, September 29th of the year 2009, is Paxmay's 20th month of being an epic couple. We're only a few months away from our 2nd year together, and I couldn't help but be excited. I know that the length of time that you have been together doesn't really matter, but I still can't help but let out a happy sigh everytime I think of how long we have been together already, though in all honesty, it still feels a lot longer than that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been 1 year and 8 months and I still fail at words...sorry love...I just really couldn't express how happy I am with you. &lt;u&gt;You're my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;...and I love you so so so soooooooooooooooooooo much and more and more each day. :) And yes, it's actually possible to love you more, I do. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm just really excited and looking forward to be with you forever love. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-3758757399807882690?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/3758757399807882690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/20th-love-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/3758757399807882690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/3758757399807882690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/20th-love-month.html' title='20th Love Month :)'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-3305095192296747919</id><published>2009-09-24T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:53:49.664+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Directions</title><content type='html'>I'm sick at the moment typing on my phone in my bed, and I'm sorry for the emo post. I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been asking myself lately what am I really good at...and I couldn't think of an answer. Whatever I could think of, there's always someone else who's doing a better job at it. I don't excel at anything...I'm not special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but I also feel like in general, I'm not special. I don't know if people would even notice if I'm gone. Maybe just two persons would. I don't know my worth anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just feeling lost at the moment and I need to find myself again. I think I have to do what my friend did...take a break from social networking sites and just visit them when I need to. I will be using IM of course but will only talk to a few people. I just need a break, or recharge as Pax had said. Hopefully something good will come from this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-3305095192296747919?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/3305095192296747919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-directions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/3305095192296747919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/3305095192296747919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-directions.html' title='No Directions'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-6633782972614808486</id><published>2009-09-23T19:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:54:58.167+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May loves Pax soooooooooooooooo much'/><title type='text'>It Still Has The Same Effect :-)</title><content type='html'>I've just gone to check Multiply for updates from some of my teachers (they upload their slides there and post updates about our exams, etc.) when I went to check on my page and Pax's Multiply page. I haven't really opened it for a long time now, and looking at Pax's posts back then made me smile a lot, especially the one he posted on February 4th. Reading that one almost made me cry again, it really still has the same effect -- heart beating wildly and teary eyes. It was the start of our forever, and even if we lack the ring for now, I still feel so complete knowing that I'm his and he's mine. :-) We've had a weird week, it was probably just the stress and sickness going on, but reading that makes me forget everything else and just think of him and me and how we really are perfect for each other and that he's always going to be the only one for me, and it makes me feel like I'm the luckiest girl in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*happy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to let it out. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-6633782972614808486?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/6633782972614808486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-still-has-same-effect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6633782972614808486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6633782972614808486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-still-has-same-effect.html' title='It Still Has The Same Effect :-)'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-6890381507089860652</id><published>2009-09-19T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:06:50.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May is apparently as insane as Rachel'/><title type='text'>I'm ready to watch Glee...I think.</title><content type='html'>Glee is downloading now at the time that I'm writing this. Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people whom I've talked to knows why I couldn't watch Glee, at least before. I mean, it's a really good show with good music and such...it's actually the kind of show that would get me hooked on it fast and when I saw the previews for it back then I really wanted to watch it already. One thing was holding me back though, and getting over it was a really big leap for me. It seems silly, but it's really true...I'm insane like this...and maybe that's why I'm being compared to Rachel. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the real reason why I couldn't watch it (I tried before though, but it was just...bad) was because the Finn-Quinn-Rachel love triangle reminds me of um...some things from the past. I had a similar thing happen to me. I fell for the perfect guy who happened to be my best friend, but he had a girlfriend at that time. And the girlfriend was this manipulative witch (or bitch, slut, whore...or slore) and ironically, she's a blonde too. :)) The girlfriend basically made me feel like I'm nothing special, that I have no place in the perfect guy's life. :)) She was really evil...she knew my weak spots and how to hit them. She flirted with the perfect guy in places that she knew I would see them, and she made sure to remind me everyday that it was her who won and I was the loser. It was really like we were in a movie or something, and I wasn't liking it. The thing is, it would have been okay if I wasn't affected at all...but everytime I see them say sweet things to each other, or at least just the girl, it was like I was being stabbed in the chest over and over again, and like I was being punched in the stomach...it was so bad that I threw up and cried everytime. I hated the fact that I got so affected because it meant that she was really winning. Of course I didn't let the perfect guy know about that...because I mean...I thought I was in no place to say things like that. How could I tell him that I get hurt everytime they talk, everytime she flirts with him, when I am in no place to get hurt or jealous anyways...I was just the bestfriend and she was the girlfriend. It went on for almost 2 months and I seriously thought of just giving up...but the one thing that made me stay was the fact that I really love this guy so much...and if it's the only way that we can be close...if I just had to be his friend, then I would just take that. But of course, anyone who knows Paxmay knows that we did end up together, and it was the start of an epic love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why when I tried to watch Glee the first time, and seeing Finn with Quinn, it was like opening closed wounds again. Memories started rushing back in my mind, especially when I watched a video of Rachel singing Take A Bow...I had a lot of moments like that...singing emo songs with my hairbrush and crying. :)) It got to the point that I felt this chest pain and it wouldn't go for hours...it was that bad. :)) I guess you can call that trauma from what had happened before. But talking to Pax about it again and clearing things up somehow helped me realize a lot of things and just focus on the better part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past doesn't matter, what matters is now. It was a quote from the movie "If Only" and I remembered how that line hit me. I realized today that the slore may have had him first, but he and I shared a whole lot more special moments together, even before we got together. Even just as bestfriends we had a lot of special memories together, and we had a special bond that he and the slore didn't have...we're bestfriends. I know him much better than she does. And the most important thing of it all is that I got his promise of marriage...and realizing that was really enough for me to feel amazing again. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm prepared enough now to be able to watch Glee. Well...here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: It's official...I really am as insane as Rachel. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-6890381507089860652?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/6890381507089860652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-ready-to-watch-gleei-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6890381507089860652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/6890381507089860652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-ready-to-watch-gleei-think.html' title='I&apos;m ready to watch Glee...I think.'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-523306139093231206</id><published>2009-09-15T01:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:14:32.173+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='May is crying for no reason at all'/><title type='text'>I need hugs delivered from 8,500 miles away.</title><content type='html'>I need special hugs right now...I feel lonely and I wouldn't be happy again until tomorrow evening. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-523306139093231206?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/523306139093231206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-hugs-delivered-from-8500-miles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/523306139093231206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/523306139093231206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-need-hugs-delivered-from-8500-miles.html' title='I need hugs delivered from 8,500 miles away.'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-5919732336075356215</id><published>2009-09-13T22:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T23:12:27.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonder Girl is just missing her Wonder Boy so much right now'/><title type='text'>Random Ramblings 1.1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Random Ramblings 1.0 is in Multiply. And I do mean it when I say this post is just...random. Read at your own risk.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Start of RR1.1-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to realize my life seems so routinary. On weekdays I wake up, eat breakfast, take a shower, brush my teeth, go to my classes, go home, do homeworks or projects, sometimes I meet up with friends when I have time...this routine has been going on since I was in high school. Looking at it now, it's not exciting at all. I mean, no offense to my friends, I do have fun when I am with them, but still...it seems like there's something missing still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why I'm writing about this right now...maybe I'm just bored, and also it feels good to be able to express some thoughts in my head, whether people pay attention to this or not, I've at least let this out. I never really have the chance to tell other people about my life, it just seems like no one's interested and also, I don't know where to start. I've had lots of experience before where people ask me to tell them about my life, but I never get to finish my story because either I was interrupted or they just left. :)) So I think I'm glad I made an account in this blogging site, I can't really express thoughts like this on my multiply. I'm really sorry about this random post...this is just how my mind works most of the time...a lot of people can't really keep up...and this is another proof that Pax is magic. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Pax, I've told him this already but I'm gonna share it here too...he's really the only one in my life who can keep me sane by being insane...if that makes sense at all. :)) He's the only one who makes my life exciting right now, at least in my definition of exciting. Once again, I love my friends, but still...I don't get to do a lot of the things I want to do with them, just some. Pax and I are basically soulmates, and he's the only one who can understand my addiction to some things *lawls*. I'm really lucky and blessed to have him. :-) I love you so much, love. :-*&gt;:D&lt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Playing in the background: I'm tired of being alone, so hurry up and get here...I'm so tired of being alone, so hurry up and get here...get here...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-End of RR1.1-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-5919732336075356215?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/5919732336075356215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-ramblings-11.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5919732336075356215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5919732336075356215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/random-ramblings-11.html' title='Random Ramblings 1.1'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-8630165571203734181</id><published>2009-09-12T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:22:36.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Magic Phrase</title><content type='html'>It's normal for a couple to have misunderstandings...even for a not-so-normal couple like us. A lot of people who know us probably think we don't fight or we don't have moments like that, and well...it's slightly true. We don't fight, but we also have moments where in one of us would say something that we don't really mean to (this is usually me, because I'm a victim of monthly visits which is like...the evil thoughts possess my mind monthly) and then realize later that it has hurt the other...and during those times, one of us would leave to breathe (which is usually Pax) and leaving the other to breathe as well... and there, while we're apart we would realize what had went wrong, so when the other comes back...we talk calmly about it and finally make up. And while I don't really like the moments where we misunderstand each other like that, I cherish the moments where we make up because then we're reminded why we love each other in the first place, and it's during those moments that it feels like we're falling in love with each other all over again...just like the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I really love after those moments is the moment he says those three sweet words...that phrase that has the power to erase all bad memories and thoughts...and just leaves everything good. The moment he says "I love you", it's like...(as cheesy as it sounds) magic. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess it's really true that a little bit of "fighting" is healthy for a relationship, only because making up makes everything sweeter. Just a little bit of it though. :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-8630165571203734181?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/8630165571203734181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic-phrase.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8630165571203734181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8630165571203734181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/09/magic-phrase.html' title='The Magic Phrase'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-3457209632048088408</id><published>2009-08-20T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:03:12.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For You :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;For you I give a lifetime of stability&lt;br /&gt; Anything you want of me, nothing is impossible&lt;br /&gt; For you, there are no words or ways to show my love&lt;br /&gt; Or all the thoughts I'm thinking of&lt;br /&gt; Cause this life is no good alone&lt;br /&gt; Since we've become one,&lt;br /&gt; I've made a change&lt;br /&gt; Everything I do now, makes sense&lt;br /&gt; All roads end, all I do is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; For you I share the cup of love that overflows&lt;br /&gt; And anyone who knows us knows&lt;br /&gt; I would change all faults I have,&lt;br /&gt; For you there is no low or high or in between&lt;br /&gt; Of my heart that you haven't seen&lt;br /&gt; Cause I share all I have and am&lt;br /&gt; Nothing I've said's hard to understand&lt;br /&gt; All I feel I feel deeper still, and always will&lt;br /&gt; All this love is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Every note that I play, every word I might say&lt;br /&gt; Every melody I feel&lt;br /&gt; Are only for you and your appeal&lt;br /&gt; Every page that I write, every day of my life&lt;br /&gt; Would not be filled without the things&lt;br /&gt; That my love for you now brings&lt;br /&gt; For you I make the promise of fidelity&lt;br /&gt; Now and for eternity&lt;br /&gt; No one could replace this vow&lt;br /&gt; For you, I'd take take your hand heart and everything&lt;br /&gt; And add to them a wedding ring&lt;br /&gt; 'Cause this life is no good alone&lt;br /&gt; Since we've become one you're all I've known&lt;br /&gt; And if this feeling should leave, I'd die&lt;br /&gt; And here's why, all I am is for you&lt;br /&gt; Everything i do now makes sense&lt;br /&gt; All roads end, all I do,&lt;br /&gt; Is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5328320524966941920-3457209632048088408?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/3457209632048088408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/3457209632048088408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/3457209632048088408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/for-you.html' title='For You :-)'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-806404995137265660</id><published>2009-08-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:12:31.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>He's really still the only one who can make my heart jump a mile even with just a simple message. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you so much, my love. :-*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-806404995137265660?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/806404995137265660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/806404995137265660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/806404995137265660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-2496734803439806105</id><published>2009-08-18T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:14:02.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to Boredom and Loneliness...</title><content type='html'>For if it wasn't for those two things, I wouldn't have been able to talk to a friend who I've been hiding from in YM for like two weeks now since he told me something about wanting to talk about his lovelife and mine. It turned out to be a good conversation...and it made me realize stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's one of my gay friends...yes...I have many...let's just say I'm kinda a gay magnet. And the real reason why I was hiding from him was that I easily get bored and annoyed listening to him talk about his new boyfriend (ever since he had admitted to me that he's gay, he told me about three different guys he has had a past with). But since my love is away on vacation and I've got nothing better to do anyways with my spare time, I decided to get back to him today...and surprisingly, I enjoyed the conversation I had with him. He has made me realize a lot of stuff that inspired me even more about my own relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the lesson I learned for today is to not push aside friends when they want to talk to you...who knows what new things I'll learn from them? Like this time...it's really good to know that there is someone close to you who understands your situation and doesn't judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad I talked to him today. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-2496734803439806105?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/2496734803439806105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-to-boredom-and-loneliness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2496734803439806105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2496734803439806105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/thanks-to-boredom-and-loneliness.html' title='Thanks to Boredom and Loneliness...'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-5160795214688329530</id><published>2009-08-17T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:33:24.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow</title><content type='html'>Why is it that when you want time to go faster, it seems to move even slower...and vice versa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much I try to keep happy and entertained, I still go back to feeling empty right after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need my source of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish it's Friday again. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-5160795214688329530?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/5160795214688329530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5160795214688329530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5160795214688329530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/slow.html' title='Slow'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-8440185142384908945</id><published>2009-08-17T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:43:11.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's nice to smile when I get your phone call at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I'd rather have you here with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Right next to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I miss the way you hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to let you know I feel so weak without your touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never thought that I could ever love a man so much &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've gotta let you know I think that we are destiny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For you I'd cross the world for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'd do anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-8440185142384908945?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/8440185142384908945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/goin-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8440185142384908945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/8440185142384908945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/goin-crazy.html' title='Goin&apos; Crazy'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-2112089439810203956</id><published>2009-08-16T11:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:53:05.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Without You</title><content type='html'>This song came on my player suddenly...and I've realized that this is my current state right now. Although this is actually just a temporary leave...he just left for a day short of a week vacation and I'm left here...blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way, I think this is good. I'm looking at it as a preview of what could happen if he just *knocks on wood* left me...and this is clearly my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel blank without him. Even if we can actually still talk a little, I still feel empty. When he's at home or in the dorm in the Uni, I feel okay, I feel safe and secure...so unlike right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-2112089439810203956?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/2112089439810203956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-without-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2112089439810203956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/2112089439810203956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-without-you.html' title='Me Without You'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5328320524966941920.post-5239432436657680385</id><published>2009-08-14T23:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T23:46:55.241+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING SOON...</title><content type='html'>Watch out...will be whining soon enough... :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5328320524966941920-5239432436657680385?l=headstrongme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/feeds/5239432436657680385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5239432436657680385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5328320524966941920/posts/default/5239432436657680385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://headstrongme.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-soon.html' title='COMING SOON...'/><author><name>May</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01495098986687155062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DwXWQ06p-ks/S2WevbnwEXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/lJZ1NTu5nCc/S220/Captured247.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
