<?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-6184105334021377384</id><updated>2011-09-29T20:54:12.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>michelle corbe</title><subtitle type='html'>"a girl who is full of dreams,
yet a horizon that remains unpredictable.."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4177033591810456041</id><published>2010-10-14T00:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:43:02.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheating Heart</title><content type='html'>I never felt this good,&lt;br /&gt;Until you come into my life.&lt;br /&gt;My heart beeps,&lt;br /&gt;And you sweep me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never find the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;But you’re there to chase the sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Because falling in love makes me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can ever expressed,&lt;br /&gt;The love I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;Through ups and downs,&lt;br /&gt;But you’re there to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please say those words,&lt;br /&gt;For the betterment of this one.&lt;br /&gt;I wish it was granted,&lt;br /&gt;Because this cheating heart beeps for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made: June 1, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4177033591810456041?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4177033591810456041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4177033591810456041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4177033591810456041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4177033591810456041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/cheating-heart.html' title='Cheating Heart'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6789124055784454774</id><published>2010-10-14T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:42:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Close To You</title><content type='html'>My mind was full of hatred,&lt;br /&gt;Insecure and hate for being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I was alone through these years,&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness in this soul,&lt;br /&gt;Thoroughly endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came, sweeping me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I disgusts him, hate that creature.&lt;br /&gt;Still, he pursues his attention.&lt;br /&gt;But then, I am a girl, truly man-hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was not meant to be forever.&lt;br /&gt;I believed on this and devoted on it.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, tears roll down on my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Should I die?&lt;br /&gt;Because I won’t live life that long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to fight with it.&lt;br /&gt;He supported me all the way,&lt;br /&gt;But I am weak, hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have the courage to face him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till the last days of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I and this man get married.&lt;br /&gt;He promised to me forever,&lt;br /&gt;And I will not forget that till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                   Made: Around 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6789124055784454774?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6789124055784454774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6789124055784454774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6789124055784454774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6789124055784454774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/close-to-you.html' title='Close To You'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-7067503981057797251</id><published>2010-10-14T00:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:42:21.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Me</title><content type='html'>I am the girl, who’s vulgar,&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl, who’s talkative,&lt;br /&gt;But don’t get suspicious,&lt;br /&gt;Because I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl, who’s insensitive,&lt;br /&gt;And the girl who’s hideous.&lt;br /&gt;But don’t get me wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Because I am damn, but damn bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the girl, who’s delinquent,&lt;br /&gt;   I am the girl, who’s unworldly,&lt;br /&gt;   But hey dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;   Damn you, it’s just me.&lt;br /&gt;     Because I am me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Made: June 1, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7067503981057797251?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7067503981057797251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7067503981057797251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7067503981057797251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7067503981057797251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-me.html' title='I Am Me'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3095760844065347986</id><published>2010-10-14T00:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:41:42.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>Life was indeed hard,&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning.&lt;br /&gt;Struggles came,&lt;br /&gt;That tests one’s character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sad that I can’t expressed,&lt;br /&gt;These feeling of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a better way?&lt;br /&gt;To live life in that lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can fly,&lt;br /&gt;Like the birds can do.&lt;br /&gt;No problems to be think,&lt;br /&gt;Just food for daily life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord helps me in this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;To find the real happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Like the birds in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Who are free to fly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: June 3, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3095760844065347986?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3095760844065347986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3095760844065347986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3095760844065347986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3095760844065347986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/free_14.html' title='Free'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6546009387087434895</id><published>2010-10-14T00:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:41:13.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlo</title><content type='html'>She was fifteen when she met this man,&lt;br /&gt;Tall, has the looks and definitely something.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes like a ferocious cat,&lt;br /&gt;Smile that brightens her dark day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was easily hooked with his character,&lt;br /&gt;Hate the thought of being affected.&lt;br /&gt;But why it should be?&lt;br /&gt;Is Carlo her prince charming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She know that they are not meant for each other,&lt;br /&gt;And surely they won’t be lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless nights which she has committed,&lt;br /&gt;Shame on herself for being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Carlo, are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;Would she believe? Would she survive?&lt;br /&gt;Please tell her the answer,&lt;br /&gt;Is she in or out in you cold heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: June 30, 2004&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6546009387087434895?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6546009387087434895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6546009387087434895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6546009387087434895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6546009387087434895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/carlo.html' title='Carlo'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6337082312756836000</id><published>2010-10-14T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:40:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jorge San Juan</title><content type='html'>Jiffy twist of moment I’ve met you,&lt;br /&gt;Oasis in sorrow which I lived for years.&lt;br /&gt;Rage within my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Grip by the nature of love.&lt;br /&gt;Enliven truly, your love so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;Anguish of sadness that we’ve known before.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing condemn it, but you’re there hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jibe in your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Utopia it may seem, in the world of imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Animation is that is.&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever, I’m always here for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6337082312756836000?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6337082312756836000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6337082312756836000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6337082312756836000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6337082312756836000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/jorge-san-juan.html' title='Jorge San Juan'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8790120379487934490</id><published>2010-10-14T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:40:07.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle</title><content type='html'>I am not someone to be cherished for,&lt;br /&gt;I am not someone to be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;I’m just the real me.&lt;br /&gt;Pure and simple. Still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not human, I am not happy,&lt;br /&gt;Life it was truly shit.&lt;br /&gt;People pretend and dump you like that.&lt;br /&gt;I am not shit, I am a homo sapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not shit for a fucking mess,&lt;br /&gt;I am just a girl that would look up for crest,&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing but a lady,&lt;br /&gt;Living in the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my soul to get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8790120379487934490?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8790120379487934490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8790120379487934490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8790120379487934490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8790120379487934490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/michelle.html' title='Michelle'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-570398026958301323</id><published>2010-10-14T00:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:38:42.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>How can you left the one you love?&lt;br /&gt;It’s like tearing you in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;With no use of feelings.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you’ve fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I be the real me?&lt;br /&gt;When you’re the one who completed it.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like having heartaches,&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably sorrowful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to let go.&lt;br /&gt;You’re my love,&lt;br /&gt;You’re my life.&lt;br /&gt;You’re my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m facing the biggest trial that&lt;br /&gt;I’m destined to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;That is to quit and say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-570398026958301323?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/570398026958301323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=570398026958301323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/570398026958301323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/570398026958301323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5762777230735038626</id><published>2010-10-14T00:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:38:22.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>From now and then, I know you’ve suffered.&lt;br /&gt;Otiose I may seem, but still a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;Restless within your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Governed by me in fulfillment for.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, we’ve fall for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Vacuity is what we’ve truly experienced.&lt;br /&gt;Entailed by God’s love, whose worth is dying for?&lt;br /&gt;Now and forever, let’s keep the&lt;br /&gt;Eternal flame that flows between you and me.&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me for always.&lt;br /&gt;But hey,&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5762777230735038626?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5762777230735038626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5762777230735038626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5762777230735038626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5762777230735038626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8247254667671852783</id><published>2010-10-14T00:36:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:37:07.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All My Life</title><content type='html'>Pain, sadness,&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve been trying to hide.&lt;br /&gt;Smile, forgiveness,&lt;br /&gt;I am not free for them to do.&lt;br /&gt;Tears, joy,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how they began?&lt;br /&gt;Love, heartache,&lt;br /&gt;Shit. That’s the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life, world,&lt;br /&gt;This is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Trials, obstacles,&lt;br /&gt;I am willing to solve.&lt;br /&gt;People, strangers,&lt;br /&gt;Part me of is a part of you.&lt;br /&gt;Nature, society,&lt;br /&gt;No. they’re meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First love, first heartache,&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would really last.&lt;br /&gt;First kiss, first roses,&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;Months Aries, birthdays,&lt;br /&gt;Please be reminded to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, farewell,&lt;br /&gt;Instead, “I love you hello.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love, undying one,&lt;br /&gt;A wonderful person.&lt;br /&gt;It’s love, its care.&lt;br /&gt;I could not ask for more.&lt;br /&gt;Happiness, sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Strengthens the flame.&lt;br /&gt;Your life, my life,&lt;br /&gt;Entailed to be one forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, proposals,&lt;br /&gt;Oh lovely is that is.&lt;br /&gt;Rings, bells,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t hear but felicity.&lt;br /&gt;Family, children,&lt;br /&gt;The most wonderful gifts.&lt;br /&gt;My man, my husband,&lt;br /&gt;I love you with all of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8247254667671852783?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8247254667671852783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8247254667671852783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8247254667671852783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8247254667671852783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-my-life.html' title='All My Life'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-7216523622624447019</id><published>2010-10-14T00:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:36:40.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Undefined</title><content type='html'>Name that lingers,&lt;br /&gt;A soul that evoked beneath my life.&lt;br /&gt;A man that will never be chased,&lt;br /&gt;Unless the love breaks its chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the first day we met?&lt;br /&gt;Ironically absurd it may seem.&lt;br /&gt;But our souls meet through mms.&lt;br /&gt;Like rain of August,&lt;br /&gt;Cupids wrecked it apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings jibe in the mere utopia,&lt;br /&gt;In the crest of sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;A love blooms in the fountain,&lt;br /&gt;Wandering of its eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zany it may seem,&lt;br /&gt;This man drives me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care for the realities,&lt;br /&gt;Facing them creates the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reality is,&lt;br /&gt;Though happiness may fade.&lt;br /&gt;Tears will be wasted,&lt;br /&gt;Crying over you joins the sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, you’re undefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7216523622624447019?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7216523622624447019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7216523622624447019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7216523622624447019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7216523622624447019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/undefined.html' title='Undefined'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-689998702592493545</id><published>2010-10-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:36:15.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>In the abyss of this wide imagination,&lt;br /&gt;A shadow suddenly joins the scion.&lt;br /&gt;You never thought that it could be real,&lt;br /&gt;Until you’ve finally thought it’s for surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came to the thought of eternity,&lt;br /&gt;Sweethearts vowed their fruitful unity.&lt;br /&gt;Promises were even made like trash,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping you dump and alive within the dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say forever, unless the feeling is true.&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming on fairytale that will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;I was living on my own dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you, but you never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: November 24, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-689998702592493545?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/689998702592493545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=689998702592493545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/689998702592493545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/689998702592493545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6235484681591792439</id><published>2010-10-14T00:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:35:14.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Are Worth Waiting For</title><content type='html'>I hear the bells waving goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing me into pieces as I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the answer why it could have&lt;br /&gt;Been like these?&lt;br /&gt;Why destiny left us apart?&lt;br /&gt;Was it me that should be blame?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it you, because you insist?&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering of my future,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my love one from this dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;Caressing me with his bountiful love.&lt;br /&gt;Touching my soul on its deep feeling.&lt;br /&gt;As I laid my eyes on you.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you said goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m lost in this moment,&lt;br /&gt;Where should I be?&lt;br /&gt;To the one whom I can’t live&lt;br /&gt;Without if he’s not here?&lt;br /&gt;Or to the one who loves me whom he&lt;br /&gt;Can’t live his life without me?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’ve learned my way.&lt;br /&gt;One is enough, because it’s nicer&lt;br /&gt;To share your life with only one&lt;br /&gt;Person, than to hurt someone&lt;br /&gt;Just because of damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: December 15, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6235484681591792439?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6235484681591792439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6235484681591792439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6235484681591792439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6235484681591792439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-things-are-worth-waiting-for.html' title='Some Things Are Worth Waiting For'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3345206960639823738</id><published>2010-10-14T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:34:42.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin</title><content type='html'>Just like a pill,&lt;br /&gt;You tortured my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Underestimate by your love,&lt;br /&gt;I was prison in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;Save me from the bells,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was you that I love.&lt;br /&gt;Time may separate us,&lt;br /&gt;Still, love entailed us to be two.&lt;br /&gt;Imagination may seem unreal,&lt;br /&gt;Cupids just wrecked it apart.&lt;br /&gt;Never say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;For my life is with you,&lt;br /&gt;Until I die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3345206960639823738?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3345206960639823738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3345206960639823738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3345206960639823738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3345206960639823738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/justin.html' title='Justin'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5520445313334434108</id><published>2010-10-14T00:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:33:51.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Looking through the picture,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you smiling.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes that shows happiness,&lt;br /&gt;That smile which weakens my system,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you freely, happy,&lt;br /&gt;But you have never been mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you is here,&lt;br /&gt;Catching every breath as I thoroughly cope.&lt;br /&gt;That smile which captured my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been there before,&lt;br /&gt;But still, I wasn’t good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I kiss you tenderly,&lt;br /&gt;Memories still remained.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips showed me the way,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve kissed that before,&lt;br /&gt;But still,&lt;br /&gt;You’re not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: December 30, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5520445313334434108?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5520445313334434108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5520445313334434108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5520445313334434108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5520445313334434108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3221360114643124332</id><published>2010-10-14T00:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:33:29.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's There But Never Been Mine</title><content type='html'>Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;That truly binds the molecules,&lt;br /&gt;Captivated by Zion in the memory of faith.&lt;br /&gt;Those lips,&lt;br /&gt;Chased by the sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;Underestimate by yours in this sweet caress.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I was hooked by your sight,&lt;br /&gt;Catching every look as you passed by.&lt;br /&gt;You’re always there,&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping me off my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly torturing my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You showed me the way,&lt;br /&gt;Your words remained in my pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;As I caress my hand with deep sadness.&lt;br /&gt;She’s lucky,&lt;br /&gt;For having you in her life,&lt;br /&gt;As someone you can stand with.&lt;br /&gt;You’re there,&lt;br /&gt;And I was hoping for.&lt;br /&gt;She’s with you,&lt;br /&gt;And it tears me apart.&lt;br /&gt;As I see myself here crying,&lt;br /&gt;While you’re with me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet you’re someone else property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: December 30, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3221360114643124332?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3221360114643124332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3221360114643124332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3221360114643124332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3221360114643124332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/hes-there-but-never-been-mine.html' title='He&apos;s There But Never Been Mine'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-2062079071467726612</id><published>2010-10-14T00:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:32:15.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugitive</title><content type='html'>I’m standing here,&lt;br /&gt;Escaping from the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Fluming in sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Running away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it’s over,&lt;br /&gt;But still, you’re fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding with felicity,&lt;br /&gt;And I was dumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this journey,&lt;br /&gt;I find you in the mere utopia,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’ll go look for me,&lt;br /&gt;But then, I saw you over her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: December 30, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-2062079071467726612?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2062079071467726612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=2062079071467726612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2062079071467726612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2062079071467726612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/fugitive.html' title='Fugitive'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1529343465235531176</id><published>2010-10-14T00:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:31:56.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me Myself And I</title><content type='html'>Just as the way you look through my messages,&lt;br /&gt;Unpleasant ideas contemplate your heart to spoken up.&lt;br /&gt;Living my life as one, sharing this&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable memory for you to have.&lt;br /&gt;Intense happiness is what GRC brings to me.&lt;br /&gt;Odds of emotions that continuously flow with the beat&lt;br /&gt;Of rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;Despite of the critics that I experienced everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember this:&lt;br /&gt;Michelle never hides, and I don’t give up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1529343465235531176?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1529343465235531176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1529343465235531176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1529343465235531176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1529343465235531176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me Myself And I'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1538979988225708609</id><published>2010-10-14T00:30:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:30:41.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free</title><content type='html'>Life is but an abyss of imagination,&lt;br /&gt;Struggles came within the union.&lt;br /&gt;Pumping this rhythm towards mine.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the truth, still undefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sad that I can’t express.&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of loneliness.&lt;br /&gt;Is there a better way,&lt;br /&gt;To live life in that lay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord helps me in this darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Find the one and real happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Like the birds in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Who is damn free to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: January 26, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1538979988225708609?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1538979988225708609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1538979988225708609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1538979988225708609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1538979988225708609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/free.html' title='Free'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4734615885931937746</id><published>2010-10-14T00:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:30:20.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerome</title><content type='html'>He can’t be that too talkative unless I’m the&lt;br /&gt;one he’s chatting to.&lt;br /&gt;His day won’t be complete if I’m not here&lt;br /&gt;Beside him.&lt;br /&gt;He can’t sleep well if I’m not the one he’s&lt;br /&gt;hugging on.&lt;br /&gt;He can’t concentrate on something if I’m in&lt;br /&gt;Deep trouble and&lt;br /&gt;He can’t smile without me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He hates me for being flirt,&lt;br /&gt;But he loves me for what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He don’t like my fashion statement,&lt;br /&gt;But for him, I’m sexy like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4734615885931937746?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4734615885931937746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4734615885931937746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4734615885931937746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4734615885931937746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/jerome_7465.html' title='Jerome'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3265479005721068098</id><published>2010-10-14T00:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:28:16.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>Thank you for teaching me how to live my&lt;br /&gt;Life at it’s best.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for showing me how much you love me the&lt;br /&gt;Way we both wanted it.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the times of happiness, whom&lt;br /&gt;We’ve shared behind our problems.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for keeping me warm against&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that seems to destroy us.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the wonderful times that we’ve&lt;br /&gt;Been through.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being my light when I’m lost in&lt;br /&gt;The dark.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me though it’s too late for&lt;br /&gt;Me to give my true love back on you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Because with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m like a princess who finally found the&lt;br /&gt;Man of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: Around 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3265479005721068098?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3265479005721068098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3265479005721068098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3265479005721068098'/><link 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to&lt;br /&gt;Otiose circumstance that absolutely&lt;br /&gt;Meditate our souls to be intact though&lt;br /&gt;Life test us to&lt;br /&gt;Endearing phases of our lives yet hard,&lt;br /&gt;But totally meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: March 1, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1674490872393199498?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1674490872393199498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1674490872393199498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1674490872393199498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1674490872393199498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/jerome_14.html' title='Jerome'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1380456226610582306</id><published>2010-10-14T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:27:14.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe On Me</title><content type='html'>You said I don’t love you,&lt;br /&gt;But I do.&lt;br /&gt;You said I don’t care for you,&lt;br /&gt;But I do care a lot for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you so much,&lt;br /&gt;But you never believe on me.&lt;br /&gt;I do appreciate those gestures,&lt;br /&gt;But you said I was numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both love each other,&lt;br /&gt;But we both find each other at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;We both wanted this to be forever,&lt;br /&gt;But you’re sick and tired of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fool and totally numb.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing you are the one.&lt;br /&gt;Am I crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a little bit paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because life without you is like a tunnel without its exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: April 17, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1380456226610582306?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1380456226610582306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1380456226610582306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1380456226610582306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who used to sit here beside you,&lt;br /&gt;Watching your face as we’re waiting for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going crazy, and it’s because of you.&lt;br /&gt;Months have passed, days gone by.&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve never saw that face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;What happened to you?&lt;br /&gt;Did you change your daily route?&lt;br /&gt;Or I’ve always missed that chance to sit here in this shed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting or you,&lt;br /&gt;But still, you’re not home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Made: April 30, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1982569390773771921?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1982569390773771921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1982569390773771921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1982569390773771921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1982569390773771921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/waiting-shed.html' title='Waiting Shed'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6140220734583266353</id><published>2010-10-14T00:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:25:50.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vocalist</title><content type='html'>I see him going onstage,&lt;br /&gt;People burst their joy as they see him coming.&lt;br /&gt;He’s full of robust energy,&lt;br /&gt;And that makes him a crowd favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumps, he waves.&lt;br /&gt;As the music brought him here.&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing that his biggest fan is over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching him from the stage,&lt;br /&gt;Full of love,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing him with his number one happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as the rhythm drives him into his dreams,&lt;br /&gt;This girl will always be grateful,&lt;br /&gt;Because the vocalist in that guy,&lt;br /&gt;Makes up her music within alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: April 30, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6140220734583266353?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6140220734583266353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6140220734583266353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6140220734583266353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6140220734583266353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/vocalist.html' title='Vocalist'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6580206924653115252</id><published>2010-10-14T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:25:26.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AB-2</title><content type='html'>I love the way AB-2 bond towards each other,&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be aloof at first,&lt;br /&gt;Nut more or less, they’re such a fun&lt;br /&gt;bunch of talkative Homo sapiens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh hard and we talk as if there’s no&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;We definitely don’t mind others about their&lt;br /&gt;Accusations against us that we’re just all&lt;br /&gt;About beautiful faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re just real, so what’s wrong in a&lt;br /&gt;Pretty face if we can talk in a way&lt;br /&gt;That could make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: April 04, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6580206924653115252?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6580206924653115252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6580206924653115252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6580206924653115252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6580206924653115252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/ab-2.html' title='AB-2'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: July 06, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-289895467983672191?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/289895467983672191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=289895467983672191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/289895467983672191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/289895467983672191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/silence-in-my-heart.html' title='Silence In My Heart'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6978304881389766732</id><published>2010-10-14T00:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:23:41.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runaway</title><content type='html'>I want to run,&lt;br /&gt;Run as fast as I can.&lt;br /&gt;Feel all the sweat slowly passing through my neck,&lt;br /&gt;Letting each step run as far as they could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly,&lt;br /&gt;Fly like birds.&lt;br /&gt;Gently telling me life’s beautiful lesson&lt;br /&gt;And flapping your wings no matter&lt;br /&gt;What they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just want to be with him,&lt;br /&gt;Loving him for every breath that I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, life isn’t so easy,&lt;br /&gt;I love him,&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the right girl for him,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m trying to be the one&lt;br /&gt;For him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: July 11, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6978304881389766732?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6978304881389766732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6978304881389766732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6978304881389766732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6978304881389766732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/runaway.html' title='Runaway'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1749955170708041235</id><published>2010-10-14T00:22:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:23:16.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Don’t think you’re unlucky,&lt;br /&gt;Life’s a test.&lt;br /&gt;Never think you’re alone,&lt;br /&gt;God is with you.&lt;br /&gt;Limit yourself on loving too much,&lt;br /&gt;Do love yourself more than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Be someone to look up on,&lt;br /&gt;Being on your own best way.&lt;br /&gt;Share every minute you have,&lt;br /&gt;For your special ones whose been&lt;br /&gt;With you through the years.&lt;br /&gt;Love not only once,&lt;br /&gt;Since breakup is not the end of your world.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is a normal thing,&lt;br /&gt;So what’s the use of second chance?&lt;br /&gt;If you get it?&lt;br /&gt;Live life to the fullest, it maybe hard,&lt;br /&gt;But hey,&lt;br /&gt;If you’re with Him, life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: July 11, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1749955170708041235?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1749955170708041235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1749955170708041235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1749955170708041235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1749955170708041235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/life_14.html' title='Life'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-678613901673318959</id><published>2010-10-14T00:22:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:22:52.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>You know why I love just being alone?&lt;br /&gt;I can deeply expressed myself in a&lt;br /&gt;Way silence can appreciate my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why I just love myself&lt;br /&gt;Even though I’m not perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see myself on mirror&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I’m alive because of a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, I was one of&lt;br /&gt;God’s pretty creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what truly makes&lt;br /&gt;Me happy?&lt;br /&gt;That is when I finally realized&lt;br /&gt;How lucky am I&lt;br /&gt;For having him in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: August 16, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-678613901673318959?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/678613901673318959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=678613901673318959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/678613901673318959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/678613901673318959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3775679581016661740</id><published>2010-10-14T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:22:31.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>I love being in love.&lt;br /&gt;It’s the only thing that drives me to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;No tears as long as you’re both contended.&lt;br /&gt;No pain when you know you are true to your words.&lt;br /&gt;No heartaches when you know it’s just you and that person.&lt;br /&gt;No rules unless dishonesty surfaced the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey where I can be the real one.&lt;br /&gt;Time isn’t a need but a must.&lt;br /&gt;And discovering the zest of life to its boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey where everything is not limited,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: August 21, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3775679581016661740?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3775679581016661740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3775679581016661740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3775679581016661740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3775679581016661740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4219663793701962859</id><published>2010-10-14T00:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:21:44.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>When you love,&lt;br /&gt;You cry,&lt;br /&gt;Get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;You weep,&lt;br /&gt;You stumble,&lt;br /&gt;And more often, you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll cry again,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll going to feel like it’s hard to believe,&lt;br /&gt;It will take a lot of time to recover.&lt;br /&gt;And moreover,&lt;br /&gt;It’s like the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why still believing on it when all you&lt;br /&gt;Can feel is sadness beyond happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m telling you,&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of tear that falls on this face,&lt;br /&gt;Is a reminder of a true and real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: August 25, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4219663793701962859?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4219663793701962859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4219663793701962859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4219663793701962859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4219663793701962859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-we-need-is-love.html' title='All We Need Is Love'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-304818047568799781</id><published>2010-10-14T00:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:21:10.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone 2</title><content type='html'>It hurts knowing I’m alone when you’re not around.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like having a disease, really dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;Tears fall when you’re caught with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a migraine that kills your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t like the idea of parting,&lt;br /&gt;When all I know is that you’re all I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories tend to creep,&lt;br /&gt;Tears won’t stop unless the pain is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness surfaced as you begin to walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my life won’t be so easy to handle,&lt;br /&gt;When I knew that it’s really you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: August 26, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-304818047568799781?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/304818047568799781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=304818047568799781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/304818047568799781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/304818047568799781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/alone-2.html' title='Alone 2'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-571866319343369186</id><published>2010-10-14T00:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:20:34.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raymond</title><content type='html'>I love the way he carries himself,&lt;br /&gt;Just a man behind his imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;I love his simplicity,&lt;br /&gt;Just t-shirt, denim pants and plaid sneakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of liking him for he’s just a friend.&lt;br /&gt;A barkada.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, I never thought that I’m going to fall&lt;br /&gt;Until I saw him dancing on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things get more complicated when he asked me for a dance,&lt;br /&gt;And as the music play, and as what the old thought says, “There’s magic”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I’m still hooked with the happenings,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether it’s real or not.&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t escape for a fact that I’m deeply in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, crazy for having a feeling like this.&lt;br /&gt;Just for a night of a Cinderella story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I say I love him, believe me it’s true.&lt;br /&gt;When I know nothing but me and him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most of all,&lt;br /&gt;I maybe a playgirl before,&lt;br /&gt;But when it comes to Raymond I’m hell serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;It’s all about the essence of a real intention and real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: August 21, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-571866319343369186?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/571866319343369186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=571866319343369186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/571866319343369186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/571866319343369186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/raymond.html' title='Raymond'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4344070032052723107</id><published>2010-10-14T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:20:13.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raymond 2</title><content type='html'>Remember the first time you hold my hand?&lt;br /&gt;How you touch me and the way you caressed it.&lt;br /&gt;From the gentle kiss through the little hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, you’re sweeping me off of my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes with a depth,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyelashes that hides mystery,&lt;br /&gt;Your face that creates a sight to behold,&lt;br /&gt;And your lips that shows quietness but a taste to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as days count,&lt;br /&gt;And as you proved to me that you are real,&lt;br /&gt;And the way you appreciate me is the more I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given my all,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve showed my real intention,&lt;br /&gt;I sacrificed everything just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what lies behind your beautiful eyes is a lie that almost killed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I knew that you’re mine,&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that you are the one,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m starting to commit seriously,&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;You’re someone else’s property.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4344070032052723107?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4344070032052723107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4344070032052723107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4344070032052723107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4344070032052723107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/raymond-2.html' title='Raymond 2'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8780882880166657252</id><published>2010-10-14T00:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:19:30.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl</title><content type='html'>I remember this girl, whom I used to have,&lt;br /&gt;She’s the dream girl of every guy could have.&lt;br /&gt;But behind her features,&lt;br /&gt;Is an abyss of loneliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that she’s different from the others,&lt;br /&gt;When her striking personality boasts in.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why those eyes keep on staring at me,&lt;br /&gt;When all I know is that she has expressive eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could wrap her around my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Loving her for every time she’s with me.&lt;br /&gt;  How I could be so happy for having her,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing she’ll complete me totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: September 08, 07&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8780882880166657252?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8780882880166657252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8780882880166657252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8780882880166657252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8780882880166657252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/girl.html' title='Girl'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4027879997030445749</id><published>2010-10-14T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:18:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just The Way You Are</title><content type='html'>I loved everything about you,&lt;br /&gt;From the little details down to your vanity.&lt;br /&gt;I never thought of liking you,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you exist but then you’re not around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life without a notice,&lt;br /&gt;Slowly I fell as days passed us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you’re here with me,&lt;br /&gt;Telling you that I am for real.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you till the every breath,&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of you in a way nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’ve finally thought this is for true,&lt;br /&gt;When there’s no time for me to back out,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m ready to face the reality,&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m here waiting for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;You don’t love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: September 29, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4027879997030445749?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4027879997030445749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4027879997030445749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4027879997030445749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4027879997030445749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/just-way-you-are.html' title='Just The Way You Are'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8798332449024274734</id><published>2010-10-14T00:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:18:21.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life,&lt;br /&gt;A must see adventure,&lt;br /&gt;A grateful experience for you to enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;A piece of blessing in everyone’s arm,&lt;br /&gt;A phase of discovering yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet,&lt;br /&gt;When it grows,&lt;br /&gt;It also ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it evolves,&lt;br /&gt;Change is expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a piece of paper,&lt;br /&gt;Once crumbled&lt;br /&gt;And everything will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: November 08, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8798332449024274734?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8798332449024274734/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3769639498946637020</id><published>2010-10-14T00:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:17:52.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerome</title><content type='html'>After all this time,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I’ve already moved on.&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t miss you every single minute,&lt;br /&gt;That I can live a life without your presence,&lt;br /&gt;I can be the bravest girl after the breakup,&lt;br /&gt;With no tears and pain,&lt;br /&gt;Just a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Every memory were erased,&lt;br /&gt;Every part of you is forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the more I think I’m brave,&lt;br /&gt;The greater chance of breaking down.&lt;br /&gt;Regrets were born,&lt;br /&gt;So I did lie.&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m here,&lt;br /&gt;And yet he’s far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in a minute that he cheated on me,&lt;br /&gt;Never in a day that he forgot to tell that had he cared,&lt;br /&gt;Never in a moment that he lied on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when he does,&lt;br /&gt;While I’m not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s been three months since our breakup,&lt;br /&gt;All the while I thought I’m not affected.&lt;br /&gt;But my heart finally gave in,&lt;br /&gt;And admitted the fact that I still love him.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it is.&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not hoping anymore for us to recon ciliate.&lt;br /&gt;I know he’s happy now,&lt;br /&gt;He’s contended,&lt;br /&gt;He can live his life without me.&lt;br /&gt;So I guess,&lt;br /&gt;It’s really time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: November 17, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3769639498946637020?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3769639498946637020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3769639498946637020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3769639498946637020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3769639498946637020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/jerome.html' title='Jerome'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1280397655077950202</id><published>2010-10-14T00:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:17:31.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optimistic</title><content type='html'>When everything seems to be blurry,&lt;br /&gt;All you want is to runaway.&lt;br /&gt;When life throws you,&lt;br /&gt;Hopes were unexpectedly gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When failure comes,&lt;br /&gt;Effort is tend to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;When your love one leaves you,&lt;br /&gt;You begin to lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When no one seems to appreciate you,&lt;br /&gt;God never rejects his son.&lt;br /&gt;When the world turns his back on you,&lt;br /&gt;I’m just here.&lt;br /&gt;For I’ll never leave you, unless you told me so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1280397655077950202?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1280397655077950202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1280397655077950202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1280397655077950202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1280397655077950202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/optimistic.html' title='Optimistic'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3547098352734046126</id><published>2010-10-14T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:15:51.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Again, I’ve lost the one I really love.&lt;br /&gt;It’s more painful from the previous.&lt;br /&gt;And again, I was shattered into pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always dream of being with him until my last breath,&lt;br /&gt;Having our baby that we’ve been anticipating to have before.&lt;br /&gt;Living with his big family,&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of him and our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a simple life,&lt;br /&gt;Wherein I can know for sure that I am&lt;br /&gt;Happy even though materials aren’t&lt;br /&gt;Present the way real love do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just so sad that this phase in my&lt;br /&gt;Life suddenly ended.&lt;br /&gt;And now, I’m all alone.&lt;br /&gt;Still crying and weeping for a man who&lt;br /&gt;Opens my door to realized that I have&lt;br /&gt;The rights to gained happiness in his&lt;br /&gt;Character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet,&lt;br /&gt;I lost him in a snap because of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Made: November 2, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3547098352734046126?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3547098352734046126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3547098352734046126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3547098352734046126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3547098352734046126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-966546685151724739</id><published>2010-10-14T00:14:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:15:10.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>Before, my life was an empty shell since the day he left.&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t find another him in this damnation,&lt;br /&gt;That I can’t find happiness, and yet&lt;br /&gt;I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, it was hard.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking all relationships are made to cause&lt;br /&gt;You pain.&lt;br /&gt;That the more you love the person, the chances&lt;br /&gt;Of breaking your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, there is reconciliation.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing it could be sweeter the second time&lt;br /&gt;Around,&lt;br /&gt;But when faith twists your life, it could be nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-966546685151724739?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/966546685151724739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=966546685151724739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/966546685151724739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/966546685151724739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8922264261902285329</id><published>2010-10-14T00:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:14:49.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Life</title><content type='html'>You have the life to live,&lt;br /&gt;And you’re lucky.&lt;br /&gt;Trials can lose your hope,&lt;br /&gt;And do expect it.&lt;br /&gt;You are a believer,&lt;br /&gt;So please have faith on Him.&lt;br /&gt;Never let those words bring you down,&lt;br /&gt;Stick to your own strengths.&lt;br /&gt;They can treat you bad,&lt;br /&gt;And you can grow up.&lt;br /&gt;They won’t stop,&lt;br /&gt;But be optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers meant something,&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing if you just do.&lt;br /&gt;Smile for it can ease the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Look around and see the difference.&lt;br /&gt;I’m here,&lt;br /&gt;We’re here.&lt;br /&gt;Always and you’re lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8922264261902285329?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8922264261902285329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8922264261902285329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8922264261902285329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8922264261902285329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/live-life.html' title='Live Life'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8536922639064246403</id><published>2010-10-14T00:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:14:10.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Especially For You</title><content type='html'>I can’t explain it,&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts,&lt;br /&gt;But I keep it inside.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve lost him,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I lost myself too.&lt;br /&gt;I was confident,&lt;br /&gt;And I break the rules.&lt;br /&gt;I doubted your words,&lt;br /&gt;And so I regret.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been unpredictable,&lt;br /&gt;And tears began rolling.&lt;br /&gt;When I’m ready to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;Realizations were too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Made: January 14, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8536922639064246403?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8536922639064246403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8536922639064246403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8536922639064246403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8536922639064246403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/especially-for-you.html' title='Especially For You'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3275552056229027919</id><published>2010-10-14T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:13:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Present Vs Past</title><content type='html'>She had given you so many memories,&lt;br /&gt;While she’s been making memories with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was your true love,&lt;br /&gt;While she’s trying to be your real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows the real you,&lt;br /&gt;While she’s on journey getting to know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can handle your tantrums,&lt;br /&gt;While you’d given her a clueless situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s with you when you’re in trouble,&lt;br /&gt;While she’s far away doing her best to comfort you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3275552056229027919?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3275552056229027919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3275552056229027919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3275552056229027919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3275552056229027919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/present-vs-past.html' title='Present Vs Past'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-936746246901111307</id><published>2010-10-14T00:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:13:11.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny Pagaduan</title><content type='html'>Destiny is what the called it. Feelings&lt;br /&gt;Arise in the middle of summer.&lt;br /&gt;No one would ever thought that you are lonely&lt;br /&gt;Beneath those&lt;br /&gt;Naughty looks of yours, thinking you’re a&lt;br /&gt;Heartless one. But with&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet gestures, I was hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality tops your best asset,&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the first impression that never last. Learn to&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself more of love.&lt;br /&gt;And you’re bound to&lt;br /&gt;Desirable happiness that you’ve been wanting to.&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted moments may leave you heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t&lt;br /&gt;Anticipate and don’t expect. Just &lt;br /&gt;Nurture yourself in a way no one can ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-936746246901111307?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/936746246901111307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=936746246901111307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/936746246901111307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/936746246901111307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/danny-pagaduan.html' title='Danny Pagaduan'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-7935384303898781154</id><published>2010-10-14T00:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:12:31.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden</title><content type='html'>I really like you,&lt;br /&gt;And that is true.&lt;br /&gt;You can lighten my whole day,&lt;br /&gt;With every smile in each snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love you,&lt;br /&gt;And that is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;You make me crazier,&lt;br /&gt;You can drive me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were really mine,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could touch you freely,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling every beat that run through my fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smiled,&lt;br /&gt;And that is real.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Even though it’s hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can have you right now,&lt;br /&gt;I can be with you as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, you’re not really mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7935384303898781154?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7935384303898781154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7935384303898781154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7935384303898781154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7935384303898781154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/forbidden.html' title='Forbidden'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6852732534664092503</id><published>2010-10-14T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T00:11:57.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>In the amidst of sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face upon its height.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped underneath the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes flashed his spark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chased by the shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Your gazed covered by rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;My life’s been restless,&lt;br /&gt;And you leave me breathless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the moon is your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;You captivated me with its purity.&lt;br /&gt;Inside your immortality that lasts,&lt;br /&gt;I see forever with a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      January 13, 2010&lt;br /&gt;      Michelle Corbe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6852732534664092503?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6852732534664092503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6852732534664092503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6852732534664092503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6852732534664092503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2010/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-586377912368636466</id><published>2009-12-25T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T03:21:42.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2009 ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SzW7UTpFrjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NbPPRkOJFto/s1600-h/12434_107116435965446_100000012710687_185635_6352309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SzW7UTpFrjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NbPPRkOJFto/s320/12434_107116435965446_100000012710687_185635_6352309_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419443684154650162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a year of unexpected happenings and yet some of our co-Filipino's experienced some tragic and disastrous moments in their lives. Eventhough it was a bad year for some, i am sure that we're still kind of blessed for we're still alive and we surely learned things about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2009 is definitely awesome. Here are some of the unforgettable things that made my year with a BANG! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY - &lt;/strong&gt; I travelled all the way from Nueva Ecija to Pampanga. It was really crazy. It's my first time there. I went there for an interview and exam at NCO and Sutherland, Clark Pampanga. Actually, i got failed. But, it's okay. Because i got a call from CVC Main Branch telling me that they're hiring me and i am going to work in DFL San Jose. It's a birthday gift. It started my year with so much delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY/March -&lt;/strong&gt; I started working at DFL on the day of February 5. It went fine but a little bit not okay. Why? It was so much different from my Jollibee's woking experience. At DFL, i have worked for almost 7hours a day. But the salary was so good that i could not ask for more. I treat my family and buy them some stuff. All of the hardships paid off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL/MAY -&lt;/strong&gt; All of the DFL branches had this outing at Olongapo. It was unforgettable. Why? It was actually my first time to drink liquor while inside the vehicle going to our destination. It's fun. We drink, ate Mangga, chicharon and some foods that made our travel so good. I was the chosen muse of our branch, but they cancelled the said pageant for some reasons that i don't know, but it's okay. I'm there to play, have fun and to unwind. There are parlor games that made us bond with the other branch. The summer days went good. I was hooked with someone, but he's only a special friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE -&lt;/strong&gt; I was so effin tired because of the long line of customers purchasing their stuffs like bags, etc for the opening of school. But i am glad that my managers had help me a lot. Lastly, i am suspended for almost two weeks because of someone's immaturity. She's a liar, a fake friend and a backfighter. Moral lesson? I shouldn't give my trust that easily to someone. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY -&lt;/strong&gt; My last month at DFL. Sad but happy. We throw a despedida party at Maharlika with the rest of the gang. We drink, eat and swim till 12 midnight. I had fun and it was my first time to wear a skimpy boy leg. I love it. I love my pear shaped bod. And i am proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST/September -&lt;/strong&gt; I started a novel. It's a fiction, but i wish that somehow it may actually happen, i hope. I join some text clans to avoid boredom, i gained new friends. I met this guy who made me realized that love is actually risking yourself for something and you'll end up happy. He also made me feel loved. He completed my whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER -&lt;/strong&gt; I decided to continue my studies. But, not in CLSU anymore, i'll be transferring to CGC. Why? It's not because i can't finish my course there. It's because of the distance. I can't stand taking classes at 4 different colleges, and the course that i am taking up there is not my interest. I don't regret leaving CLSU. It's my choice. By last week of October, i enrolled at CGC taking up Commerce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER -&lt;/strong&gt; CGC is a bit good and a half boring. Two of it's facilitators criticized me about my grades in CLSU. If they only knew how much time and energy i had through just to earned that and CLSU has this high quality of education. My friends know what is my capacity and capabalities. I never though that i'll be facing such humiliation there. I'm about to break a sweat. I'll let them know who is Michelle and what i am capable of. My friends always find me SMART and i think i'll be living with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DECEMBER -&lt;/strong&gt; It's the holiday of love, smiles, hugs and the season to pig out. On the second week of this month, i take up my prelims and i am so good and confident that all of them will have high scores. I reviewed a lot and i'm sure my determination and hard work will paid off. It's Christmas. I'm so excited with my mother's yummy dishes and strutting my high waisted skirt on that day. My man made my day special by being present. He is a man of full surprises. Next week, we'll be welcoming the new year and i am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year guys! ♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-586377912368636466?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/586377912368636466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=586377912368636466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/586377912368636466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/586377912368636466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-2009.html' title='My 2009 ♥'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SzW7UTpFrjI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NbPPRkOJFto/s72-c/12434_107116435965446_100000012710687_185635_6352309_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4961446558646893614</id><published>2009-12-23T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:48:38.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsk.</title><content type='html'>Di na-save yung ginawa kong post for the whole experiences of my 2009. Nagloko ang connection. Wala akong duplicate. Sayang. Tinamad na ako. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4961446558646893614?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4961446558646893614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4961446558646893614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4961446558646893614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4961446558646893614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/12/tsk.html' title='Tsk.'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-2093400091287382144</id><published>2009-11-27T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T18:39:07.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LATEST **</title><content type='html'>** What I'm doing now?&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am studying again at Core Gateway College.&lt;br /&gt;** Do you like the school?&lt;br /&gt;Not much. But then, I am bound to like it much because of it's distance from my house.&lt;br /&gt;** Are you serious?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;** How's your first day?&lt;br /&gt;It went fine though I'm a bit aloof or feeling uneasy because of my new environment.&lt;br /&gt;** What is your course?&lt;br /&gt;Commerce. But I'm planning to take BSED Major In English&lt;br /&gt;** How's your classmates?&lt;br /&gt;They're young and I'm one of the Ate's. It's okay, i get a lot of respect more than i can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;** How about your schoolmates?&lt;br /&gt;I met this guy and he's really TALL ( about 6'1" ). He's really something. The problem is he's an APO ( connected to T**** )&lt;br /&gt;** What's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;I might say that maybe she's been using that guy for a revenge. Remember we had a fight! ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-2093400091287382144?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2093400091287382144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=2093400091287382144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2093400091287382144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2093400091287382144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/11/latest.html' title='LATEST **'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1985726983080687383</id><published>2009-07-20T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:35:01.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cast of Boys Over Flowers ( Main )</title><content type='html'>From : &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/boys-before-flowers"&gt; BOF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥Geum Jan Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRxDzoIfUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7P3NErcmgiU/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRxDzoIfUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7P3NErcmgiU/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360533766689815874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From : http://www.squidoo.com/boys-before-flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jan-di is a commoner whose parents operate a Laundromat. She is a swimmer of her school which doesn't even have a swimming pool. One day, she visits Shinhwa high school, where the top 1% of the wealthy children gets to go, and accidentally saves a student from a suicidal attempt. After this incident, she is scouted to this prestigious school as a swimming athlete. The school itself and the students who go there do not suit her taste, but Jan-di bears the problematic circumstances, as her parents wish her to get close to the rich. She happens to step out for her classmate who is being bullied by four boys, called F4, and gets the 'Red Card'. As the whole school starts bullying Jan-di, she unexpectedly meets Ji-hoo on the stairway. She bumps into Ji-hoo, but later Joon Pyo shows his feeling for her and their relationship gets tangled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥Goo Joon Pyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRxY0MHVUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4AUnFnv0Bk4/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRxY0MHVUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/4AUnFnv0Bk4/s320/b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360534127617987906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of F4 and the heir of the largest conglomerate in Korea. Raised by servants, instead of busy parents, Jun Pyo's got the world there is nothing that can not be done. Growing up as the son of the rich family, he has gone through numerous of kidnapping, terror attempt. He is a master of martial arts and self defense skills, but avoids swimming because he experienced drowning when he was kidnapped. His older sister, Joon Hee, is the one who he is afraid the most. Ironically, Jun Pyo falls in love with Jandi, who reminds him of his sister. Jun Pyo's got natural curly hair, hot-tempered, but has an innocent heart. Although he can fluently speak 5 languages, he shows weakness on common sense and Korean vocabulary. Jun Pyo has simple and straight personality and relies upon intuition more rather than being rationalized. He is pure at heart in front of a girl he likes, so he gets hurt when he figures out Jan-di likes Ji Hoo, his closest friend among F4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥Yoon Ji Hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRxqeagGyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7WKJCSOQ_Qo/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRxqeagGyI/AAAAAAAAAJw/7WKJCSOQ_Qo/s320/c.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360534431010396962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandson of the former president of Korea, Dr. Yoon Seok-young, and the most attractive guy among F4. Ji-hoo is the heir of Su-am Cultural Foundation, Art Center, and Orchestra own by his family, and also a musician. He lost his parents at age of five when he got into a car accident. He overcomes the hardness with his first love, Seo-hyeon. Ji-hoo believes that she would be his last love but he can't get to her completely. Jan-di is the one who encouraged him when he was hesitant to get close to Seo-hyeon. With Jan-di's support, Ji-hoo follows Seo-hyeon to France, but comes back after he realized that his feeling for her was admiration, not love. Ji-hoo does not show concern for others, knows what he wants to do, and never sweeps along with others. After Ji-hoo becomes a friend with Jan-di, his personality starts to change and conflicts between love and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥So Yi Jung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRx-aaSn3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/az6Sht7qCwQ/s1600-h/d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRx-aaSn3I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/az6Sht7qCwQ/s320/d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360534773533155186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gifted potter and the successor of the prestigious family. Although Yi-jung has gained reputation for his talent for ceramics, he cannot take away the feeling that he is living a life of his brother. Yi-jung's older brother, who was exceptionally talented and expected to become the heir, left home and also quit working with ceramics. Yi-jung possessed a sense of inferiority and this with this he couldn't settle down with one love. He is a playboy, but gentle and warm-hearted. Although he didn't realize that himself yet, Yi-jung is desperately looking for his one true love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥Song Woo Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRyKB_HqeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GFBm7-9fxn0/s1600-h/e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRyKB_HqeI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GFBm7-9fxn0/s320/e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360534973135170018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woo Bin is arguably the kindest and most mature member of F4. His family owns a giant corporation in the construction industry. He keeps his cool and rarely loses his temper. Woo Bin is the other of the group's two playboys. His tastes tend towards older women and always goes out nightclubbing and partying with Yi-Jung.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1985726983080687383?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1985726983080687383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1985726983080687383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1985726983080687383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1985726983080687383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/07/cast-of-boys-over-flowers-main.html' title='The Cast of Boys Over Flowers ( Main )'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRxDzoIfUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/7P3NErcmgiU/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1980092672235324115</id><published>2009-07-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:19:12.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Over Flowers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRuqa3XJNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0vzmexZIvGQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRuqa3XJNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0vzmexZIvGQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360531131522819282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRuqZZAtSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TmiUTYepC7Y/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRuqZZAtSI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/TmiUTYepC7Y/s320/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360531131127084322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRuqJEV40I/AAAAAAAAAJI/lMMBbSMaV-g/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRuqJEV40I/AAAAAAAAAJI/lMMBbSMaV-g/s320/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360531126745424706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always complaint about my ADDICTION towards Koreanovela's. I don't know why i patronized it over our own Telenovela's. Maybe i am just tired of the same old stories being showed into the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why i love the new installment of Hana Yori Dango:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Because of the kilig factor though it don't ahve any intimate scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Youth oriented. In the sense that it's not a show that shows immorality, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The effort. Especially when it comes to their outfits, the houses, the gestures of F4, the places they've visited, etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The cuteness of Woo Bin's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Lee Min Ho's sex appeal. Aw! Above them all, he's my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly, the simplicity of Jandi's face..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already on my 9th episode. 6 episodes to go and i am done with it! ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1980092672235324115?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1980092672235324115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1980092672235324115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1980092672235324115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1980092672235324115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys-over-flowers.html' title='Boys Over Flowers..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SmRuqa3XJNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0vzmexZIvGQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5071426917669404361</id><published>2009-07-14T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:59:11.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah Montana. The movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SlyAtmV307I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XvhxDgNzO9s/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SlyAtmV307I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XvhxDgNzO9s/s320/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358299177538802610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already watch the movie last night. She moves from the place where she truly belongs. The story is all about realizing ones's self. That not all glitz and glamour are the only things that may evolve around your world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love the movie so much. Because of it's laid back feel. And the song "The Climb" will truly sooth your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, Travis is really gorgeous! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5071426917669404361?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5071426917669404361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5071426917669404361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5071426917669404361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5071426917669404361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/07/hannah-montana-movie.html' title='Hannah Montana. The movie'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SlyAtmV307I/AAAAAAAAAJA/XvhxDgNzO9s/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3267012432894161957</id><published>2009-07-14T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T05:53:19.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Slx_gU1rrqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GwcdY-EVTCI/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Slx_gU1rrqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GwcdY-EVTCI/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358297849990459042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, never in my life na nanood ako ng dvd for 3 times a day with one movie lang. My mother was like freakin' out because i used to waste electricity over a movie that's a only a fiction. And besides, i have the books. So why the need of watching it all over again?? Hih. And i can't wait for the second installment on Novemebr 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just HOOKED! Oh, how i envied Isabella Swan, and how i'd fall for Edward Cullen's stare. *sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: You are my life now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so sweet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3267012432894161957?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3267012432894161957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3267012432894161957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3267012432894161957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3267012432894161957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/07/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Slx_gU1rrqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/GwcdY-EVTCI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-7475752043120763975</id><published>2009-06-16T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:26:25.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspension</title><content type='html'>12 days of suspension due to immaturity of my co-worker at DFL. But then again, it is not my fault! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days of tardiness. All i do is sleep, eat, watch my favorite shows on tv, catch the finals of NBA ( good thing my fa kobe and the rest of lakers won! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 days of longing for my work,&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about DFL. The atmosphere, ambience, noisy customers, my category ( ladies ) , my co-csl, dizers, the cubicle, and our three bosses! More than anything my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow is another day, suspension has finally end its way. I'll be working again. hih! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7475752043120763975?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7475752043120763975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7475752043120763975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7475752043120763975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7475752043120763975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/suspension.html' title='Suspension'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4932907111309050873</id><published>2009-06-08T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:48:26.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Bread Sypnosis..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3pfezHX5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/4RUyOqWmUnU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3pfezHX5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/4RUyOqWmUnU/s320/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345185059811319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from: http://asianfanatics.net/forum/index.php?showtopic=545940&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When love meets million dollar bread, Can you hold on to your dream love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Cheng plays the role of Frank who's entire life has achieved nothing, and has to beg for his debts. Ariel Lin plays the role of Zhen Shan Mei, has an ordinary family background, with 3 jobs to support her parents, her brother's family and even has to send money monthly to her boyfriend who's studying in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of her parents disapproval, Zhen Shen Mei resigns from her work, and decides to follow her love in America to get married, but she just found out of her boyfriend's betrayal, and with no money left, she decided to return to Taiwan secretly and there she met Frank and unexpetedly she and Frank will be living in a worn out house together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is lazy and irresponsible, one is hard-working and kind hearted, 2 different individuals who's only similarity is to live for money. Frank doesnt like Shan Mei's eagerness to make a living, but eventually his feelings begins to change, but he only keeps his feelings to himself, he's even willing to leave her if its gonna make Shan Mei's happy. Until one day, Shan Mei found her prince, En hao, who's rich, a kind man, and very considerate, very different from Frank who's irresponsible and does not make any progress in life. But when she's with En hao, she's starting to think about Frank, would she give up him up or not....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4932907111309050873?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4932907111309050873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4932907111309050873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4932907111309050873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4932907111309050873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-or-bread-sypnosis.html' title='Love or Bread Sypnosis..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3pfezHX5I/AAAAAAAAAIw/4RUyOqWmUnU/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4557729798348523647</id><published>2009-06-08T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:45:25.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or Bread?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3ospS85mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4HV90gtt2jA/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3ospS85mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4HV90gtt2jA/s320/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345184186455877218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3osnoolAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lfmFID5FZY4/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3osnoolAI/AAAAAAAAAIg/lfmFID5FZY4/s320/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345184186009949186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New series. New Story. Another Joe Cheng and Ariel Lin this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hint: Di ko type hair ni Joe Cheng dito, nagmukha syang gay. ampft!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4557729798348523647?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4557729798348523647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4557729798348523647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4557729798348523647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4557729798348523647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-or-bread.html' title='Love or Bread?'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Si3ospS85mI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4HV90gtt2jA/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3336172421643409857</id><published>2009-06-02T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T00:47:10.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny Pagaduan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SiTYv4j8c-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/8fvmi1G0E2s/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SiTYv4j8c-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/8fvmi1G0E2s/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342633375116850146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Layout made by Ambal Joyce ko.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3336172421643409857?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3336172421643409857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3336172421643409857' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3336172421643409857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3336172421643409857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/06/danny-pagaduan.html' title='Danny Pagaduan..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SiTYv4j8c-I/AAAAAAAAAIY/8fvmi1G0E2s/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3582738551319260375</id><published>2009-05-22T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:21:24.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After two years..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/ShamkC-nMLI/AAAAAAAAAII/hXoY64ojS8E/s1600-h/1_657061873l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/ShamkC-nMLI/AAAAAAAAAII/hXoY64ojS8E/s320/1_657061873l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338637546499289266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung picture niya ( latest i guess? ) na nakita ko. Parang ewan lang siya dyan, haha! Pero macho pa rin with his braces! Hays, i could not ask for more. Pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where? Sa fs ng ate niya. Pano ko nakita fs ng ate niya? Nasa featured friends siya ni Jopet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 23 2009 two years na ang nakalipas ng huli ko siyang makita at makasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/new-player-skin-2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" width="277" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fdl2.musicwebtown.com%2Fknoizki%2Fplaylists%2F17530%2F397443.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=277&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=always&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;Only Reminds Me Of You - Mymp&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;FREE MP3 DOWNLOADS @ MP3-CODES.COM&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3582738551319260375?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3582738551319260375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3582738551319260375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3582738551319260375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3582738551319260375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/after-two-years.html' title='After two years..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/ShamkC-nMLI/AAAAAAAAAII/hXoY64ojS8E/s72-c/1_657061873l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8299139798016221208</id><published>2009-05-16T05:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:22:30.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try this site also..</title><content type='html'>I love you more than anything that makes me giddy! aw - Mitchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just click the word that makes you kilig.. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://iloveyoumorethanblank.com/&gt; ♥I LOVE YOU♥&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8299139798016221208?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8299139798016221208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8299139798016221208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8299139798016221208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8299139798016221208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/try-this-site-also.html' title='Try this site also..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-615672969774403540</id><published>2009-05-16T05:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:18:57.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Magazine May Ish..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Sg6uxMkzuGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PUYHBkFz3Mg/s1600-h/200905_200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Sg6uxMkzuGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PUYHBkFz3Mg/s320/200905_200.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336394768693049442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ko as of now eh yung may ish ng candy.&lt;br /&gt;Ganda ng nilalaman especially yung teen issues and their dresses. So colorful and yet di oa ang dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open na yung for Candy Council of Cool for 2009, kung malapit lang kami sa Manila nagjoin na sana ako! ;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job people behind this magazine.. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-615672969774403540?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/615672969774403540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=615672969774403540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/615672969774403540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/615672969774403540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/candy-magazine-may-ish.html' title='Candy Magazine May Ish..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Sg6uxMkzuGI/AAAAAAAAAIA/PUYHBkFz3Mg/s72-c/200905_200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-2305340522534173121</id><published>2009-05-16T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:13:55.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From One Sentence..</title><content type='html'>From:&lt;br /&gt;Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best conversation I've had in six months is when the girl I love and I copy-and-pasted One Sentences to each other through AIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tags: meta far away lonely conversation [add]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009-04-27 15:22:01 / Rating: 119.5 /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can i say? Romantic! *Nuff said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-2305340522534173121?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2305340522534173121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=2305340522534173121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2305340522534173121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2305340522534173121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/from-one-sentence.html' title='From One Sentence..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1448525961431505915</id><published>2009-05-16T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T05:11:54.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Fave..</title><content type='html'>Check this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this one from my favorite magazine, CANDY! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.onesentence.org/&gt; ONE SENTENCE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1448525961431505915?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1448525961431505915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1448525961431505915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1448525961431505915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1448525961431505915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-fave.html' title='Current Fave..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-844314110724892208</id><published>2009-04-21T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:49:01.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Bestfriend,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Se2wDydP1cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ftX_0m5LFkY/s1600-h/1_875484971l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Se2wDydP1cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ftX_0m5LFkY/s320/1_875484971l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327107513379706306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's Aprilyn Santos, one of the coolest girl on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thinks that she's a snob, when she is not. In fact, we started as enemies because of George, haha! Pathetic i guess but then, i am too young at that time so pretty immature acts were expected! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really admire her for her strong sense of willingness, she's real, witty and aside from those, she's extremely beautiful. There were a lot of times that people think that me and her are twins ( because of our skin tone, maybe? haha! ) But i treat her as a sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you'd loved to love her:&lt;br /&gt;1. Smart - She became IV- Bonifacio's top number one way back before 2005. She's good in recitation and participating in class. There are a lot of responsibilities she got since highschool ( president, etc. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Beauty - One of San Jose's beauty to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Responsible - She's been working in Jollibee San Jose since 2006 while studying at Central Luzon State University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Down to earth - Despite of all the compliment/s and blessing she got, she remains simple and a true one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Friendly - I and her shares the same friends/friendship we had with other people we know. But She's more friendly than i. I am quite choosy and masungit, that's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may not be a totally expressive one when it comes to her feelings. But i will always be grateful for having her. She may not treat me as her bestfriend, but that won't matter, what matter's most is the friendship we had for 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you girl. Mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Se2wX3875bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aMY7PzatEeY/s1600-h/1_369159716l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Se2wX3875bI/AAAAAAAAAH4/aMY7PzatEeY/s320/1_369159716l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327107858452178354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-844314110724892208?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/844314110724892208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=844314110724892208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/844314110724892208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/844314110724892208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-my-bestfriend.html' title='To My Bestfriend,'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Se2wDydP1cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ftX_0m5LFkY/s72-c/1_875484971l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8090540653590384925</id><published>2009-04-16T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:56:26.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets?</title><content type='html'>1. Di pa pala ako ready sa isang relationship. Okay ako sa pagiging single, dahil sa totoo lang di ko naman kelangan! Ang pagbo-boyfriend sa ngayon eh isang GASTOS lang! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sana naka-graduate na rin ako. Pero kaya ko makapagtapos eventhough mahirap pa rin sa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sana, Sana..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many if's, but it's like a water cycle. It will pour now and it will happen anytime as long as there are sources of rain. Just like regrets, it will happen over and over again if you still haven't learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk! XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8090540653590384925?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8090540653590384925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8090540653590384925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8090540653590384925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8090540653590384925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/04/regrets.html' title='Regrets?'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6689387607605255917</id><published>2009-03-29T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:27:35.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with my ex boyfriend for four years.. =(</title><content type='html'>March 26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;Around 11:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinawagan ko siya after 2 years. Alam ko namang sasagutin niya yung call. Why? Nasa San Jose City siya, umuwi siya before mag-start yung summer class niya sa San Juan De Letran. Nag-iba voice niya, mas naging lalaking lalaki. Parang may anak na. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa rin pinagbago. Dating pa lang ng voice eh napaka-sungit. Sa akin lang ata masungit yan eh. Okay lang, sanay na ako at kasalanan ko naman bakit siya ganun pa rin sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya napatawad na niya ako, pero the way he talk parang hindi pa rin. Hays, bakit kaya nasa huli talaga ang pagsisisi? Lagi na lang ako nagkakamali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang bihira na tulad niya eh. Lagi ako nasasabihang tanga ng mga long time friends ko why pinakawalan ko pa daw. Kung alam lang sana nila yung mga naging problema eh maiintindihan nila ako at si Jerome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: Baka mapahiya ka lang pag nakilala at nakita mo gf ko now? *sarcasm*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Bakit naman? Sobarng ganda ba niya? Eh matagal na tayong di nagkikita, marami ng nagbago sa akin *pinatatag ko lang sarili ko, pero marami na talaga nagbago sakin eh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: *natahimik* okay basta pag nasa manila na ako, wag mo ako ite-text at madalas hawak ng gf ko phone ko, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle: Nangangamusta lang naman ako. May masama ba dun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome: Bakit pa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so unfair. That's why i often describe it as unpredictable. Because of this, i've learned a lot. Gusto ko umasa na babalik pa siya, pero masyado siyang natabunan ng galit at natatak sa isipan niya na hindi na ako magbabago. Mahal ko pa ba siay&gt; Hindi naman nawala yun eh kahit pa dumating si Roberto at ang hayop na Jesster na yan sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahalaga ngayon okay siya. Wala naman ako pakialam if may gd ba siya talaga o wala? Mahalaga din eh nag-aaral siyang mabuti. Yung pag-inom niya at sa yosi? Di ko na mababawal yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hays. Namimiss ko na yung tao na napaka-sungit, mahigpit, sobrang seloso, possessive, selfish, hard headed minsan, yung maputi, matangkad, malinis sa katawan, napakabango at yung guy na kahit minsan sa four years na yun eh hindi ako nagawang lokohin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun talaga. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/new-player-skin-2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" width="277" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2FhimF64Mrl4%2F.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=277&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=always&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Officially Missing You - Tamia&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;More at MP3-Codes.com&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6689387607605255917?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6689387607605255917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6689387607605255917' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6689387607605255917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6689387607605255917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/03/conversation-with-my-ex-boyfriend-for.html' title='Conversation with my ex boyfriend for four years.. =('/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5207496031106794525</id><published>2009-03-20T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:59:26.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOve it sees, but it doesn't mind? !</title><content type='html'>When you fall in love it's not because of what he/she has but the person itself the moment your realizations sink into you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, it's a rapid cycle not knowing you've love him/her pertaining to tha good sides that we almost forget its opposite side, our flaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our common mistake that tiggers our mind is the thought of changing him/her for the betterment which is a big NO NO! Why putting her/himself to your must to do list when he's/she's not doing the stuff you're making intentionally?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a matter of acceptance. We must remember that nobody's perfect and that old habits are hard to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a person who acn meet your expectations then you're in touble, because even perfectionist fall in love with someone's imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great people do come once in our lives, if you are seeking for the ultimatum, you are meeting a life without security.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5207496031106794525?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5207496031106794525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5207496031106794525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5207496031106794525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5207496031106794525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-it-sees-but-it-doesnt-mind.html' title='LOve it sees, but it doesn&apos;t mind? !'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5259844302280244987</id><published>2009-03-20T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T23:25:55.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's Uncertainties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/ScSIY_vlBqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2Ly4OYvBTd8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/ScSIY_vlBqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2Ly4OYvBTd8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315523423213258402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you were totally in love with each other. But how about tomorrow? Will this feelings remains the same since day one? Are you afraid of getting hurt for the last time around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are too serious about this relationship and you're giving your 100% best just to be his/her last. But one of this days your heart will let go. It is, because person get tired too though the feelings and emotions remains the strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll let go because whether you like it or not,you are tired of waiting to see this for real and not for a play. You don't want to get hurt again because of too much love, i understand. Yeah, it is. But how far will you let yourself be in situation where you are happy but in the other side you are getting hurt as time pass you by. If only you could turn back the time, you will not let yourself fall gagin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are totally huting inside, you'll let go when you know things are not the same since the day you fell in love with each other. Love tends to be a confusion especially for those commit a long distance relationship. It sucks though all you can do is to cry over the one you love who is blind to see that you are hurting inside..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5259844302280244987?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5259844302280244987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5259844302280244987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5259844302280244987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5259844302280244987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/03/loves-uncertainties.html' title='Love&apos;s Uncertainties'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/ScSIY_vlBqI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2Ly4OYvBTd8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-7704931537806095810</id><published>2009-03-05T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:54:27.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Sa_XiGpA9JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p91tT-vHvxM/s1600-h/1_844990016l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Sa_XiGpA9JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p91tT-vHvxM/s320/1_844990016l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309699466591270034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥Name: Michelle Perez Corbe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: San Jose City, Nueva Ecija&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email add: pinkmitchi@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster: pinkmitchi4@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply: pinkmitch7.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ym: mimi_mitchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interest: Photography, Movies, Literature, Australian Universities, Foods ( not vegetble dishes, okay? )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for: A life without nothing to worry, eventhough its impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life for me: is but an abyss of journey where you can live with it as you discover its zest to its boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ideal guy would be: a someone whose true to his words and won't take time and distance as a hindrance to a certain relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A place i'd love to visit: would be Boracay and Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really love this: Candy Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crushing on a guy name: Miguel Crisostomo Alcaraz ( hope i get it right, haha! ) aka Mong Alcaraz of Sandwich, The Bitter Pill and Chicosci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love watching: It Started With A Kiss 1 &amp; 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day won't be complete without: sleeping. i am addicted with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now i am: SINGLE! and baby you're always welcome to change that! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dreamin' of winning the last jackpot prize in 6/49 lotto, haha! Honestly, i want my parents to be proud of me once i achive my dreams in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am curious on this guy name: Edward Cullen, everyone knows him. You know him, don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in: Pampanga, Laguna. Only myself travel on those two places. I'm already a lady! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate: vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love wearing: girly clothes now, super! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: used to think that i am a Fil-am which is not. I am 100% Filipino! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Just some information about this girl =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/new-player-skin-2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/mediaplayer-2.swf" width="277" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2FxbzWR61NsD%2FDeepside_-Booty_Music.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=277&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=always&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;Booty Music - Git Fresh&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;More at MP3-Codes.com&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7704931537806095810?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7704931537806095810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7704931537806095810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7704931537806095810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7704931537806095810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/03/about-me.html' title='About me..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/Sa_XiGpA9JI/AAAAAAAAAHg/p91tT-vHvxM/s72-c/1_844990016l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4389464491744628932</id><published>2009-03-05T05:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:35:31.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tardiness!</title><content type='html'>I have already 100+ poems on my little notebook, but I am too tired to type them down here in my site. But there'll come a time that i will. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already writing poems since elementary days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a part of a school's newspapers since elementary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i regret that i didn't put much effort is more focusing to painting. And indeed i love to draw! I may not have talent on singing and writing but my hands are too powerful that are not been exposed TOTALLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4389464491744628932?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4389464491744628932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4389464491744628932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4389464491744628932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4389464491744628932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/03/tardiness.html' title='Tardiness!'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4820869907570131937</id><published>2009-03-05T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:31:57.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status: Single</title><content type='html'>Yup. It's been two months since the day i left a heartless guy name Jesster Salcedo ( at least here in blogspot i can put yer name in shame stupid guy! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sis Joyce ( mellow ) is quite true to her words that whenever she reminisce her memories with Jesster is that "nakakadiri!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree. In the sense that i've wasted my time, effort, love and MONEY to a guy who used to be the only person i've taken seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so sorry. I have my karma with regards about our situation. Tsk!&lt;br /&gt;But eventhough this entry seems full of anger, i am not bitter. Again, I am better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4820869907570131937?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4820869907570131937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4820869907570131937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4820869907570131937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4820869907570131937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/03/status-single.html' title='Status: Single'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3534075388561212164</id><published>2009-03-05T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T05:20:45.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friend by Kyla..</title><content type='html'>I am lovin' the song very much! Oh, i wish i had a time machine.. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million times or more I thought about you&lt;br /&gt;The years, the tears, the laughter, things we used to do&lt;br /&gt;Are memories that warm me like a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;You touched my life in such a special way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way you'd run your fingers through my hair&lt;br /&gt;Those cozy nights we cuddled in your easy chair&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I won't let foolish pride turn you away&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you back whatever price I pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to feel you hold me again&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't matter where you have been&lt;br /&gt;My heart welcomes you back home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember those romantic walks we used to take&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand in such a way my knees would shake&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine just how much I've needed you&lt;br /&gt;I've never loved someone as I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to feel you hold me again&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't matter where you have been&lt;br /&gt;My heart welcomes you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend&lt;br /&gt;This is where our happy ending begins&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sure this time that we're gonna win&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back into my life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've tried to live my life without you&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I had lost my closest friend&lt;br /&gt;And though I'm feeling low from time to time&lt;br /&gt;Knowing I will never find the kind of love I had when you were mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to feel you hold me again&lt;br /&gt;No, it doesn't matter where you have been&lt;br /&gt;My heart welcomes you back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old friend&lt;br /&gt;This is where our happy ending begins&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm sure this time that we're gonna win&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back into my life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back into my life again&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back into my life again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3534075388561212164?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3534075388561212164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3534075388561212164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3534075388561212164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3534075388561212164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/03/old-friend-by-kyla.html' title='Old friend by Kyla..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4142733248280419768</id><published>2009-02-22T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:13:30.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>Up to now, di ko pa sya napapanood.&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam if papanoorin ko na lang or&lt;br /&gt;babasahin yung buong books????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4142733248280419768?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4142733248280419768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4142733248280419768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4142733248280419768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4142733248280419768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/02/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-7447132639796987147</id><published>2009-02-22T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T05:02:53.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digicam or Cellphone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFM5J4cNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XNJlWtOtiqo/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 308px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFM5J4cNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XNJlWtOtiqo/s320/8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305606380808058674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako avid fan ng mga mms phone, pero adik ako sa picture picture. Di ko alam tuloy ano bibilhin. Digicam o Cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFMruidzXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ENBSUoveXik/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFMruidzXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ENBSUoveXik/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305606150129831282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh typr ko pa naman yung Nokia 5300, tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7447132639796987147?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7447132639796987147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7447132639796987147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7447132639796987147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7447132639796987147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/02/digicam-or-cellphone.html' title='Digicam or Cellphone?'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFM5J4cNzI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XNJlWtOtiqo/s72-c/8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-1531092816438840703</id><published>2009-02-22T04:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:57:18.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They Kiss Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFLmKpylvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/alm3FbgiY3o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFLmKpylvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/alm3FbgiY3o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305604955085903602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love, love, love this love team! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-1531092816438840703?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/1531092816438840703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=1531092816438840703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1531092816438840703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/1531092816438840703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/02/they-kiss-again.html' title='They Kiss Again'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFLmKpylvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/alm3FbgiY3o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-2483300017401828739</id><published>2009-02-22T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T04:53:28.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One wacky night at CVC San Jose..</title><content type='html'>Just pictures of me with my fellow co-workers at CVC..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAXTsC6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/eofDqHZdHgU/s1600-h/1_983955207l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAXTsC6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/eofDqHZdHgU/s320/1_983955207l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603206136204194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAYhRSyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iwNeyXpScco/s1600-h/1_962638158l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAYhRSyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iwNeyXpScco/s320/1_962638158l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603206461606690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAfcX6iI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lLv3UX0HhR8/s1600-h/1_958389718l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAfcX6iI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lLv3UX0HhR8/s320/1_958389718l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603208320117282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAC_BFxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9FHw59riKjQ/s1600-h/1_522575202l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAC_BFxI/AAAAAAAAAGY/9FHw59riKjQ/s320/1_522575202l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603200680793874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFJ_1PbIeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qeIQsr0GA9I/s1600-h/1_135958161l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFJ_1PbIeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qeIQsr0GA9I/s320/1_135958161l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305603196991513058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby, i am super busy. But still, i can manage my blog account though an entry per day is a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mp3-codes.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f165/alexdale1/new-player-skin-2.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mp3-codes.com/player/mediaplayer.swf" width="277" height="20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="false" flashvars="&amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wrzuta.pl%2Faud%2Ffile%2Fw4xM9Ek3AR%2F.mp3&amp;height=20&amp;width=277&amp;showeq=true&amp;autostart=true&amp;repeat=always&amp;shuffle=false&amp;volume=100"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;I Could Not Ask For More - Edwin Mccain&lt;br&gt;&lt;small&gt;More at MP3-Codes.com&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-2483300017401828739?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2483300017401828739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=2483300017401828739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2483300017401828739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2483300017401828739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-wacky-night-at-cvc-san-jose.html' title='One wacky night at CVC San Jose..'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SaFKAXTsC6I/AAAAAAAAAGw/eofDqHZdHgU/s72-c/1_983955207l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8923587186141595747</id><published>2009-02-19T05:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T05:08:55.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOOO BUSSSYYYY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yeah baby! I'm lovin' the changes in my life as of now. I am proud to say that AFTER MY BREAKUP WITH JESSTER SALCEDO, everything went so right.. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥mitchi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8923587186141595747?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8923587186141595747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8923587186141595747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8923587186141595747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8923587186141595747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/02/sooooo-busssyyyy.html' title='SOOOOO BUSSSYYYY!!!!'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6228554532853098814</id><published>2009-01-30T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:58:27.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet twenTEEN :DD *January 29, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SYK-1bM2L-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rCM_UwrKKrE/s1600-h/mh8rrc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SYK-1bM2L-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rCM_UwrKKrE/s320/mh8rrc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297005936785108962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       *picture: made by ambal joyce dimasin! thanks ambal ko! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 20 years old already. I can't believe the years that i've been going through. The hardest to the easiest problems that are destined for me to realized that life isn't easy to handle! I am bound to experienced things for the coming years. A bit harder i guess especially now that i'll be working at CVC San Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hitting the floor to share my 20 things, thoughts, experiences for the past years that made a scar on my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. January 29, 1989 - the day i was born, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Learning to talk, walk, play, and to bike. lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Schooling - Elementary was memorable. It was there when i experienced my first love and first heartache at a young age. I've joined such competitions like poster making, slogan and i was able to be a part of The Blaze, Barangayette Officers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. HighSchool - I became our class top 1. Whew! All the hardships are worth enough for me to join the pilot class next year ( sophomore stage )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. First Boyfriend- He is my first love, everyone knows that! It's a good thing that we're friends =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** to be continued..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6228554532853098814?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6228554532853098814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6228554532853098814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6228554532853098814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6228554532853098814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/sweet-twenteen-dd-january-29-2009.html' title='Sweet twenTEEN :DD *January 29, 2009'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SYK-1bM2L-I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rCM_UwrKKrE/s72-c/mh8rrc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3809652274782709301</id><published>2009-01-20T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T02:00:04.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden LOve ( September 23, 2007 - January 12, 2009 )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SXWgY_Nu-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5WmmSTkvXx8/s1600-h/1_735639806l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SXWgY_Nu-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5WmmSTkvXx8/s320/1_735639806l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293313288190228978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bitter. I am better! When i said it, i mean it! But then again, there were times when i often told to myself if i am a good girlfriend. I am quite selfish, greedy, inconsiderate or immature enough that's why i encounter some fights with my Ex's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fairytale finally ended its way in a nice but a heartless conversation. Whenever i glance into the girl's profile i can't help but to think. Like if she's taking care of him in my way that nobody does, i guess. But, she has her own way that's why Trigz fall for her. I know i don't have to discuss these things, but i am just emphasizing the entire emotions that are been unraveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends always ask me if i am okay or just controlling my tears about the breakup. Again, i am very much confident to confide that i don't even cry during our breakup. I don't even got hurt when i finally caught him hiding this things ( I'm talking about the girl! ). For the last time, i just want him to be the first to tell that one. I just want him to be frank and be staightforward when it comes to his feelings. Was it a nice act, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been good friends since day one, eventhough this relationship wasn't good i won't let this thing affect our great friendship. Am i too kind or just martyr enough when it comes to him? I don't know, maybe i'm all grown up. Thinking that a little stuff like these shouldn't be taken seriously for it might kill my concentration about my goals in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the meantime, i just want to be alone. I just don't want to get acquainted with new people ( especially guys ). Maybe I'm just afraid to commit in a new relationship for it might hurt a lot the way Jesster did it to me for the first ten months of our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, my prince will walk into my life without hesitations, lies, hidden emotions, and secrets. He will make me happy the way everyone wants. He will be honest, faithful, loyal and won't even hide things that may destroy our relationship. It's quite impossible to have a prince who possess this qualities, but who knows he's just around and I'm just blind enough to see him.. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3809652274782709301?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3809652274782709301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3809652274782709301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3809652274782709301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3809652274782709301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/forbidden-love-september-23-2007.html' title='Forbidden LOve ( September 23, 2007 - January 12, 2009 )'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SXWgY_Nu-fI/AAAAAAAAAGA/5WmmSTkvXx8/s72-c/1_735639806l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-377508347770726827</id><published>2009-01-11T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:36:46.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steep By Nina</title><content type='html'>People who are falling out of love can relate with this song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steep - Nina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly, gently, I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t love you in the same way now&lt;br /&gt;I can hold you but not with lover’s arms&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are more of a brother to me now&lt;br /&gt;And I can lie next to you, but I can’t lie to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walk into the sun and watch me&lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain,&lt;br /&gt;For you the future’s easy, so don’t weep, for me it’s getting&lt;br /&gt;Steep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you for exactly who you are,&lt;br /&gt;And I’d say you’ve come the nearest yet by far,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can lie next to you, but I can’t lie to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walk into the sun and watch me&lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain,&lt;br /&gt;For you the future’s easy, so don’t weep, for me it’s getting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steeper and in the dark that’s where I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Deeper, I’m going somewhere you won’t want to see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So walk into the sun and watch me&lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain,&lt;br /&gt;For you the future’s easy, so don’t weep&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will watch you,&lt;br /&gt;Walk into the sun and watch me&lt;br /&gt;Run into the rain drops&lt;br /&gt;For you the future’s easy, so don’t weep&lt;br /&gt;For me it’s getting&lt;br /&gt;Steep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-377508347770726827?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/377508347770726827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=377508347770726827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/377508347770726827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/377508347770726827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/steep-by-nina.html' title='Steep By Nina'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3467207045404279860</id><published>2009-01-11T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:34:31.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>STEEP.. *sigh</title><content type='html'>Forever may not be forever unless the two of you worked hard on it.It's like you're entering a phase of your life where you meet uncertainties. Once, the two of you are so into each other, but love also fades like a beauty of a dying rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I just don't know. Whenever that thought enters my mind,the only thing i knew is that I'm tired of meeting a new guy, getting acquainted with him and who knows he may hurt me like the way some guys did it to me before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my guy now, but with all respect that if he's tired of this thing, I'll let him go. I'm not a selfish girl, i know when to let go and to hold on. It's just that a relationship with an undefined status for the moment isn't nice, so why continue it if you're feelings are bound to steep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when your partner is falling out of love with you. The hard thing is you never know unless he's somewhat cold and most of all he won't speak unless you ask her/him. Honesty is a must. If you're not a heartless one, why let him/her suffer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change. People regret. People love. But they can never love again the way they've love someone before. And with this experience i had right now, i think i can never love like this again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing is constant in this world. Everything change."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3467207045404279860?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3467207045404279860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3467207045404279860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3467207045404279860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3467207045404279860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2009/01/steep-sigh.html' title='STEEP.. *sigh'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8117643970078355452</id><published>2008-12-30T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:05:03.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>year 2008</title><content type='html'>It was a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable memories were destined to happened. Happiness might top my list because of Jesster's presence. But then again, sadness may equal its existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around January to March it was a mixed emotion of sadness, frustration, greedness, and anger. I have experienced betrayal towards a person who is heartless and a guy who is so impatient to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From April to August were the best days of my life having the guy whom Ive loved for these years. He made me feel that i can love again eventhough we've experienced a failed relationship in our apst especially on my side which lasted for four years.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't further give all the details of our sweet moments, i am okay right now inspite of all the hurt that i'm feeling on right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Septmeber to December would be the most devastating.. *sigh!&lt;br /&gt;I'll just keep it to myself so everybody. I'll be welcoming 2009. and i should face it with a smile and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8117643970078355452?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8117643970078355452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=8117643970078355452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8117643970078355452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/8117643970078355452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-2008.html' title='year 2008'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5279511452820258675</id><published>2008-12-30T21:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T21:56:45.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas party of ZOO 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVsJifYk7LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vq81gIMsYyI/s1600-h/1_956098289l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVsHkLIkscI/AAAAAAAAADo/u_nwBXRUSCM/s320/1_757808162l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285826905694843330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVsHjy34woI/AAAAAAAAADg/YxKNEc2F2OU/s1600-h/1_744562040l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVsHjy34woI/AAAAAAAAADg/YxKNEc2F2OU/s320/1_744562040l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285826899182404226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5279511452820258675?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5279511452820258675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5279511452820258675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5279511452820258675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5279511452820258675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party-of-zoo-2.html' title='Christmas party of ZOO 2'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVsJifYk7LI/AAAAAAAAAF4/vq81gIMsYyI/s72-c/1_956098289l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-370482485636314024</id><published>2008-12-29T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:35:36.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas party of ZOO</title><content type='html'>It was definitely FUN! FUN! Not to mention the excitement of being in Laguna again. The weather is inviting and it really excites me a lot knowing this would be my last visit on the said place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are some pictures of me and cie lyter together with fashion, bitter and trigz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmiPdcPPMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mzcRLfajsZc/s1600-h/1_149076342l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmiPdcPPMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mzcRLfajsZc/s320/1_149076342l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285434024180792514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkzaCKtyI/AAAAAAAAADY/ibm1rfVdYb8/s1600-h/1_647385472l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkzaCKtyI/AAAAAAAAADY/ibm1rfVdYb8/s320/1_647385472l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436840764684066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkzFUslbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VQ0jShv11Rk/s1600-h/1_635620566l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkzFUslbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/VQ0jShv11Rk/s320/1_635620566l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436835205256626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkzAiGzzI/AAAAAAAAADI/ND7RyDuXc-I/s1600-h/1_626097834l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkzAiGzzI/AAAAAAAAADI/ND7RyDuXc-I/s320/1_626097834l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436833919323954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmky33iKDI/AAAAAAAAADA/2RvZetvw48w/s1600-h/1_433132930l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmky33iKDI/AAAAAAAAADA/2RvZetvw48w/s320/1_433132930l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436831593277490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkQijd01I/AAAAAAAAACg/336tpHAORVw/s1600-h/1_279010039l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkQijd01I/AAAAAAAAACg/336tpHAORVw/s320/1_279010039l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436241756410706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkRDuS-EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/599rv52lHHU/s1600-h/1_380045007l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkRDuS-EI/AAAAAAAAAC4/599rv52lHHU/s320/1_380045007l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436250660206658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkRBAgOKI/AAAAAAAAACw/MoiTRr8i1ds/s1600-h/1_353246979l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkRBAgOKI/AAAAAAAAACw/MoiTRr8i1ds/s320/1_353246979l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436249931266210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkQpp0c1I/AAAAAAAAACo/XpdbSfKBSps/s1600-h/1_327122667l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkQpp0c1I/AAAAAAAAACo/XpdbSfKBSps/s320/1_327122667l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436243662107474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkQXp8kwI/AAAAAAAAACY/7sfJBvevat0/s1600-h/1_199635428l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmkQXp8kwI/AAAAAAAAACY/7sfJBvevat0/s320/1_199635428l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285436238830801666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-370482485636314024?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/370482485636314024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=370482485636314024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/370482485636314024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/370482485636314024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-party-of-zoo.html' title='Christmas party of ZOO'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SVmiPdcPPMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/mzcRLfajsZc/s72-c/1_149076342l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5260385330346241340</id><published>2008-11-15T01:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:32:06.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of my second visit to Laguna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6S7DVVv0I/AAAAAAAAABc/068wJmqqRsE/s1600-h/1-855143885l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6S7DVVv0I/AAAAAAAAABc/068wJmqqRsE/s320/1-855143885l1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268810157274808130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Jesster are so much irritated to each other, haha! Why? His mood was unprdictable and so am i because my period just finally arrived remember? And he hates my "kaartehan" and being shy in front of SPC peeps! Promise, the next time I'll go there, i will not act like a prima donna! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6T5_zF-KI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zo4S1-IsOo4/s1600-h/1-849166527l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6T5_zF-KI/AAAAAAAAABk/Zo4S1-IsOo4/s320/1-849166527l1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268811238657620130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after we munch on something heavy and delicious at the same time, we opt to sit on the terrace i guess and the drinking session begins! My God, i really love their "lambanog" haha! Walang katama tama eh! ;p&lt;br /&gt;There's a videoke and as usual KiZMARK reigns the stage with his Renz Verano voice, haha! Kuya Cy2TEC and Mami MARMi is so sweet eventhough they're just pretending??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6U3zWsW9I/AAAAAAAAABs/uSfi4DzyzQQ/s1600-h/1-387524053l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6U3zWsW9I/AAAAAAAAABs/uSfi4DzyzQQ/s320/1-387524053l1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268812300469165010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were lots of "kulitan" and "lokohan" that night eventhough ZOO members are'nt complete! A 6 hours travel is worth travelling for if these persons are the one you're getting to bond with! But, most of all i enjoyed my night though me and Jesster are like dog and cat dealing with immaturity, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥Moments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6W5tVi6TI/AAAAAAAAACE/3X3FBz3CElg/s1600-h/Cy2%40marmi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6W5tVi6TI/AAAAAAAAACE/3X3FBz3CElg/s320/Cy2%40marmi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268814532236732722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya CY2TEC and Mami MARMI's sweet moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6WPNoZADI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IVxUoBfacDA/s1600-h/1-406350921l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6WPNoZADI/AAAAAAAAAB0/IVxUoBfacDA/s320/1-406350921l1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813802171334706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FASHiONiSTA and IRVIN's first meet,&lt;br /&gt;FASHiONiSTA's first travel to SPC,&lt;br /&gt;KULITAN moments with SPC peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6WWGSjFzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zezHexxhAU0/s1600-h/1-758065056l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6WWGSjFzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zezHexxhAU0/s320/1-758065056l1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268813920459757362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed watching them teasing MrPopular gay acts, haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, that's all. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5260385330346241340?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5260385330346241340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5260385330346241340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5260385330346241340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5260385330346241340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/continuation-of-my-second-visit-to.html' title='Continuation of my second visit to Laguna'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SR6S7DVVv0I/AAAAAAAAABc/068wJmqqRsE/s72-c/1-855143885l1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3575943165691299599</id><published>2008-11-15T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T01:04:59.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster sucks! tsk!</title><content type='html'>Ano nangyayari sa friendster?&lt;br /&gt;Lagi na lang maintenance,hays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni mahal: "Baka tatanggalin na fs, haha!"&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko: "Bad mo! Di ko pa nse-save lahat ng pictures koo di napapa-burn sa CD. Grr!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana maayos na asap! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3575943165691299599?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3575943165691299599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3575943165691299599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3575943165691299599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3575943165691299599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/friendster-sucks-tsk.html' title='Friendster sucks! tsk!'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5898548441968126570</id><published>2008-11-15T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T00:54:47.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, i did it!</title><content type='html'>Naipasa ko yung exam! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now opening my life to another chapter wherein i can indulge it on SOCIALIZATION, OPENNESS, PATIENCE, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5898548441968126570?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5898548441968126570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5898548441968126570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5898548441968126570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5898548441968126570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/yes-i-did-it.html' title='Yes, i did it!'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-2527883896778316725</id><published>2008-11-12T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:16:59.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sigh</title><content type='html'>November 13, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get tired TOO and so am i, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short, but i mean it! =[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-2527883896778316725?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2527883896778316725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=2527883896778316725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2527883896778316725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2527883896778316725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/11/sigh.html' title='*Sigh'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-7457959101650753419</id><published>2008-09-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:47:31.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; September 27, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Pablo, Laguna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather again is rainy. It feels me up with so much loneliness thinking why I'm doing such things that is beyond lies or doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem questionable, but i have my instincts telling me to quit and to give up. I love the guy so much that i wanted to see him again for the last time around, if love is not forever, then pain is meant should be, too.. :c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 am, me and fash go to Cabanatuan terminal to ride a bus from Cabanatuan to cubao. Everything went okay except for two things. I forgot to bring my jacket and I'm only wearing a racerback. Second, my menstruation period just arrived. Tsk! What a f*ckin' day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 12:00 noon, we finally got there in Cubao and we meet Kuya Mir on Estrella ( somewhere in Makati, i guess! ) We were so much hungry, but we have no time to munch up on a heavy meal because its getting late and we need to catch people from SPC as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00 pm, finally we are in SPC, and it rain a bit. Hayss, i forgot to bring my umbrella too. We've waited Irvin and Trigger at 7 eleven ( plaza ). Expectedly, he was late. He's the same trigger they've known before. Sluggish as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We go to Kuya Cy2's house and rest for a while. I am so tired that all i want to do is to rest my head, lay down and keep my body free from the ungodly world. Tsk, really my head aches and i want to sleep like there's no waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED *nawalan ako ng gana magtype..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7457959101650753419?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7457959101650753419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7457959101650753419' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7457959101650753419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/7457959101650753419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-27-2008-san-pablo-laguna.html' title=''/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6318695516321201939</id><published>2008-09-08T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:43:01.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Need Is Love</title><content type='html'>When you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;You cry,&lt;br /&gt;Get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;You weep,&lt;br /&gt;You stumble,&lt;br /&gt;and more often you fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when he's gone,&lt;br /&gt;You'll cry again,&lt;br /&gt;You'll gonna feel like its hard to believe,&lt;br /&gt;It will take a lot of time to recover&lt;br /&gt;and moreover,&lt;br /&gt;Its like the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why still believing on it when all you can&lt;br /&gt;feel is sadness beyond happiness?&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm telling you,&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of tear that falls on this face&lt;br /&gt;is a reminder of a true and real love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-August 25, 2007-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6318695516321201939?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6318695516321201939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6318695516321201939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6318695516321201939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6318695516321201939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-we-need-is-love.html' title='All We Need Is Love'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-6029106384018520014</id><published>2008-09-08T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:38:49.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love. Love. Love</title><content type='html'>I love being in love.&lt;br /&gt;Its the only thing that drives me&lt;br /&gt;to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;No tears as long as you're both contended.&lt;br /&gt;No pain when you know you are true to &lt;br /&gt;your words.&lt;br /&gt;No heartaches when you know its just &lt;br /&gt;you and him/her.&lt;br /&gt;No rules unless dishonesty surfaced &lt;br /&gt;the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey wherein i can be the&lt;br /&gt;real me.&lt;br /&gt;Time isn't a need but a must.&lt;br /&gt;And discovering the zest of&lt;br /&gt;life to its boundaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A journey where everything&lt;br /&gt;is not limited but its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-August 21, 2007-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-6029106384018520014?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/6029106384018520014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=6029106384018520014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6029106384018520014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/6029106384018520014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-love-love.html' title='Love. Love. Love'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-4705791171256100337</id><published>2008-09-08T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:34:30.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Appreciate</title><content type='html'>You know i&lt;br /&gt;just love being alone?&lt;br /&gt;I can deeply expressed&lt;br /&gt;myself in a way&lt;br /&gt;silence can appreciate&lt;br /&gt;my words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why i just&lt;br /&gt;love myself eventhough&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect?&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see myself&lt;br /&gt;on mirror knowing I'm&lt;br /&gt;alive because of a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, i was one of&lt;br /&gt;God's pretty creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what truly makes&lt;br /&gt;me happy?&lt;br /&gt;That is when i finally&lt;br /&gt;realized how lucky am i&lt;br /&gt;for having you in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-August 16 2007-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-4705791171256100337?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/4705791171256100337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=4705791171256100337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/4705791171256100337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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yourself more than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Be someone to look up on,&lt;br /&gt;Being on your own best way.&lt;br /&gt;Share every minute you have,&lt;br /&gt;Especially to your family whose been with you&lt;br /&gt;through the years.&lt;br /&gt;Love not only once,&lt;br /&gt;Because breakup is not he end of your world.&lt;br /&gt;Failure is a normal thing,&lt;br /&gt;So what's the use of second chance if you get it?&lt;br /&gt;Live life to the fullest, it can be tough,&lt;br /&gt;but hey..&lt;br /&gt;If you're with Him, life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-July 11, 2007-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-2124879649072826300?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/2124879649072826300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=2124879649072826300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2124879649072826300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/2124879649072826300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-3196142533655884909</id><published>2008-09-08T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:30:18.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence In My Heart</title><content type='html'>I cry,&lt;br /&gt;and nobody sees it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall,&lt;br /&gt;but no one catches me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your love with the wind's caress,&lt;br /&gt;I see your tears as you touch my hand,&lt;br /&gt;In this damnation,&lt;br /&gt;In this world full of busy people,&lt;br /&gt;I am only one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i can't find myself alone when&lt;br /&gt;you're here, yet you are far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-July 6, 2007-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-3196142533655884909?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/3196142533655884909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=3196142533655884909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3196142533655884909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/3196142533655884909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2008/09/silence-in-my-heart.html' title='Silence In My Heart'/><author><name>mitchi's undaunnted world</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09989387307987163165</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-8447424751422007332</id><published>2008-09-08T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:16:45.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Things Are Worth Waiting For</title><content type='html'>I hear the bells waving goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing me in pieces as i feel it.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for the answer why it could have been like these?&lt;br /&gt;Why destiny left us apart?&lt;br /&gt;Was it me that should be blame?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it you because you insist?&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering of my future,&lt;br /&gt;Seeing my love one from this dreamland,&lt;br /&gt;Caressing me with his bountiful love&lt;br /&gt;Touching my soul on its deep feeling.&lt;br /&gt;As i laid my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;saying "no one but you".&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when you said goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm lost in htis moment,&lt;br /&gt;Where should ibe?&lt;br /&gt;To the one whom i can't live my life with if he's not here?&lt;br /&gt;Or to the one who loves me whom he can't live his life without me?&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've learned my way.&lt;br /&gt;One is enough, because its more nicer to share your&lt;br /&gt;life with only one person,&lt;br /&gt;than to hurt someone just because of damnation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-december 15, 2005-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-8447424751422007332?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/8447424751422007332/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JaDQ-RB_PzQ/SMR4WDvOcyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T8rOjv4fBYg/S220/1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6184105334021377384.post-5569837521192024769</id><published>2007-10-15T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:46:31.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i know =[</title><content type='html'>it sucks though reality really pays off that every chance of heartache is a beginning of a new YOU!&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why i have the tendency of falling easily, i guess I'm just one ot the billion people longing for love.&lt;br /&gt;But eventhough remembering each day was a bit bullshit, we just can't seem but accept the fact that LOVE is never without PAIN =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of chosen set of friends whom I've met through TXTCLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h189/kuting17/1-24.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly are from San Pablo City. You just can't determine the real person unless she/he intend to or not.&lt;br /&gt;It may sound absurd, but i love this people. EXCEPT for those bitches who can never do such great things aside from gossiping you or making bad crafts against you.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with being you? What is more acceptable? Being your own true self or pretending someone whom you are not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe INSECURITY really invades their whole selves just because they never accept their whole appearance or whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;But, moreover I'm so thankful for having them around though i only communicate with them through SMS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I belong to the QUEENS. They entitled me as the "Beauty Queen" (how i wish! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAMADGURL, is my closest of them all. Maybe because we have the same age. And because of our witty side. One thing is for sure, i do love her inspite of some criticisms towards her =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOCAFIGLIA, my "mama". I'm her carbon copy though i hate her sometimes for getting fooled easily. But i can't blame her! That's her idiosyncrasy. But one thing is for sure i do love her also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOKNE, my "lula". She's the one i ran to whenever i have love problems. She's quite witty and humorous that's why i dig her for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LILDEVIL, the jealous and childish type! Eventhough itcan be a little bit irritating, she will always be my friend or sister! Its just a matter o proper understanding. She really loves her Bayrus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUKIME, the "clown" of my life. Haha! She can pretend that she's really happy though her lines speak for her udying loneliness. I'm not that too cose with her, but she's always there for me and so do i.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-5569837521192024769?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/5569837521192024769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=5569837521192024769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5569837521192024769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6184105334021377384/posts/default/5569837521192024769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/2007/10/now-i-know.html' title='now i know 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for real.&lt;br /&gt;Loving you till the very last breath,&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of you in a way nobody does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I've finally thought this is for true,&lt;br /&gt;When there's no time or me to back out,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm ready to face the reality,&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm here waiting for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then,&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6184105334021377384-7780664752575047916?l=michellecorbe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellecorbe.blogspot.com/feeds/7780664752575047916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6184105334021377384&amp;postID=7780664752575047916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h189/kuting17/1-22.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why i&lt;br /&gt;just love being alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can deeply expressed&lt;br /&gt;myself in a way&lt;br /&gt;silnce can appreciate&lt;br /&gt;my words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know why i just&lt;br /&gt;love myself eventhough&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i see myself&lt;br /&gt;om mirror knowing I'm&lt;br /&gt;alive because of a purpose,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure, I was one of&lt;br /&gt;God's pretty creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what truly makes&lt;br /&gt;me happy?&lt;br /&gt;that is when i finally&lt;br /&gt;realized how lucky am i&lt;br /&gt;for having in my life..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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