<?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-5395282083639808859</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:49:31.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAKE iT TiLL YOU MAKE iT</title><subtitle type='html'>ONE DAY I'LL GO DANCING ON THE MOON..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-4999372457937525433</id><published>2008-11-30T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T05:31:22.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i really think~~ i have to</title><content type='html'>i think i should let go of the past..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-4999372457937525433?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/4999372457937525433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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title='NAAH'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-9069719225171721073</id><published>2008-11-06T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T05:41:00.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE A BREAK</title><content type='html'>like a week ago.. i had the chance to check on my social networking sites. i read this posted bulletin of one good friend. in her bulletin, it says there&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;link style="font-style: italic;" rel="File-List" 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was good I took a rest. A very short break I admit. The good thing was not "realizing the importance of someone when he or she was gone". I fell out of love unknowingly and when I become conscious of that, I laid back. But for that short moment in time, I instantly feel again the love i had for him. Same intensity of affection but this time it is more firm than ever. That the real best thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember 5 months ago, i was bumming around.. to be honest, I'm not confused.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plainly i am just bumming around&lt;/span&gt;.. until some relationships have had to end.. or should i say i ended the thing just to give a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;justification to my so-called bumming-around!&lt;/span&gt; so there we go.. free from commitment, but we still hang around like how we used to-- shopping together.. having lunch out.. over staying at Mcdonald's.. picking me up when rain pours as if it's endless.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we still enjoy being together!&lt;/span&gt; (i'd like think we do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i still bum around.. i know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i am being unfair&lt;/span&gt;. to him, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to the people i have hit&lt;/span&gt; or i may hit while bumming around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now i am in a state where &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i really am in between of love and friendship&lt;/span&gt;.. last August.. i was thinking if i should go on with this.. or just QUIT!.. but i had the hardest time making a resolution. )=  and the months i spend wandering is growing in numbers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;being in love&lt;/span&gt; is not enough to make things work! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bumming had gone to disaster.. &lt;/span&gt;misunderstandings and all! i had a hard time to adapt to his system.. i am impatient and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting even more impatient&lt;/span&gt;.. simple things we could not make to settle started to pop out.. and YES I'M GETTING SO TIRED OF IT.. but in 4 months, i have began to get &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scared of losing&lt;/span&gt; this person i bum around with.. this is where I'm weak.. and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's killing me&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i have always hate THE ENDS.&lt;/span&gt;. but the only resolution i see is cutting the ties between us.. we both need to have a break! and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he deserves to be spared from my insanity..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current status--- SiNGLE..happy and contented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will he still love me until the next sunrise?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-9069719225171721073?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/9069719225171721073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=9069719225171721073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/9069719225171721073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/9069719225171721073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/11/have-break.html' title='HAVE A BREAK'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-5940694356133151704</id><published>2008-10-22T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T06:09:23.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I FELL ASLEEP BEING IN LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then I WOKE UP NOT WANTING TO BE ATTACHED&lt;br /&gt;but hey, MY HEART IS STILL BOUNCING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SP8lwkjbJ5I/AAAAAAAAACk/2_yjRoi8TYg/s1600-h/MY+HEART+SAYS+IT+ALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SP8lwkjbJ5I/AAAAAAAAACk/2_yjRoi8TYg/s320/MY+HEART+SAYS+IT+ALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259964406168233874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-5940694356133151704?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/5940694356133151704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=5940694356133151704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/5940694356133151704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/5940694356133151704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-fell-asleep-being-in-love.html' title='I FELL ASLEEP BEING IN LOVE'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SP8lwkjbJ5I/AAAAAAAAACk/2_yjRoi8TYg/s72-c/MY+HEART+SAYS+IT+ALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-7450204125477761969</id><published>2008-10-20T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T00:13:12.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE CURLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SPwu_Da1iNI/AAAAAAAAACc/kNUZNUJWieY/s1600-h/-sN%40pShoTs%21-0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SPwu_Da1iNI/AAAAAAAAACc/kNUZNUJWieY/s320/-sN%40pShoTs%21-0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259130125646399698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MY PANTENE HAiR iS SO BACK (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-7450204125477761969?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/7450204125477761969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=7450204125477761969' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/7450204125477761969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/7450204125477761969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-curls.html' title='NO MORE CURLS'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SPwu_Da1iNI/AAAAAAAAACc/kNUZNUJWieY/s72-c/-sN%40pShoTs%21-0060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-1607071229463819474</id><published>2008-10-11T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T18:14:00.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SUPER SHOPPER NO MORE</title><content type='html'>I went to Baclaran last Wednesday to have a confession (i realized i have not confessed for i think 2 years now).. i asked our maid to go with me. then we settled that I'll bring her to the mall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the mass, we headed to the MALL of ASIA.. our first stop-- SM hypermarket. Janice bought her toiletries. shampoo, check.. deodorant, check.. sanitary napkin, check!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i left the house with a small sling bag-- inside it is a small prayer book, hair comb, hanky, Mcdonald's discount coupon and 5 pieces of 100 peso bill. that was the first time i went away form home without bringing an emergency money.. you think i could resist from shopping had i brought more than enough?.. naah,, i don't think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Janice paid for her stuffs, we dropped by the Fruitas booth and had my 16 oz Buko ni Fruitas and went straight to Mcdonald's. and because i am an ultimate kuripot i always have my free go big time coupon! real life FAVE SAVER.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on, we checked on my favorite shops.. Landes-- where i really want their balloon (and Marco doesn't want me to purchase one) that costs 45o and up.. and 50 php for Helium refill (haha Honey, be proud, i said it right--HELIUM).. next, i went inside the pinkbox-- my latest addiction! thank God, no new stock.. and hey, Marco had just bought me 2 pairs of hair clip 2 weeks ago..  and last THEFACESHOP!! i tried new colors-- blue and hot pink.. i went out of the store without a single bottle of nail polish hahaha! my friends would be surprised to know!.. haha (next time na lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;readers, the people close to me would be in a state of shock (haha) to know that i went home without being broke.. believe me, from 500-- i reached home with 280 pesos in my bag.. seriously, i am proud! i super am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but Regina doesn't go out of the mall with nothing to bring home.. our last stop was at National Bookstore. i bought plastic cover for my neew book and 2 dermatographs-- neon green and yellow..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-1607071229463819474?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/1607071229463819474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=1607071229463819474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/1607071229463819474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/1607071229463819474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/10/super-shopper-no-more.html' title='SUPER SHOPPER NO MORE'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-6373570279249749622</id><published>2008-10-09T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:55:00.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>horoscope</title><content type='html'>i had fight with someone last night..&lt;br /&gt;i got so fed up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was surprise to read my horoscope on friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open your life to renewed relationships, today. Let go of the past and give a second chance to a person who you've been on the outs with lately. Put yourself in their place, listen to what they say and give them the benefit of the doubt. They have needs, and you should try to help them with them. Your generosity and compassion will not go unnoticed, and it will ensure that the two of you get things started on the right foot. A rewarding journey is sure to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-6373570279249749622?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/6373570279249749622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=6373570279249749622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/6373570279249749622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/6373570279249749622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/10/horoscope.html' title='horoscope'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-3156568019292225692</id><published>2008-10-08T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T15:45:01.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one million friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOsJiqJGCzI/AAAAAAAAABY/N_UV2unkaAs/s1600-h/138993111l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOsJiqJGCzI/AAAAAAAAABY/N_UV2unkaAs/s320/138993111l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254303881290451762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;few persons i am missin’ right now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IONNE&lt;/span&gt;-- the girl who never wakes up early.. but would get up as early as 6am just to serve TUYO and NILAGANG ITLOG for us.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone who made my 9th grade so colorful..&lt;/span&gt; she’s been there to make all of us roll on the floor laughin’..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GERALDINE-- &lt;/span&gt; the person i can say 'one text message away'.. even my piece for speech class, she’d do that for me.. she’d do anything.. like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SWEET REVENGE&lt;/span&gt; during my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitter days&lt;/span&gt;.. been together for more than half of our lives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANN&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8 years of friendship.. and counting..&lt;/span&gt; a friend since 7th grade.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GREAT MINDS THINK ALIKE..&lt;/span&gt; we built our dreams together.. we appreciate the same set of unruffled people.. we hated the same set of infuriating people.. we all can't wait for our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Australian dream!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIB&lt;/span&gt;-- my baby during high school days.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pictures won’t be perfect without you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KIM&lt;/span&gt;-- all around.. would travel far just for me.. just to bring my favorite choice of pastry.. been there every time i let go of my precious tears.. who would stick with me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through thick and thin..&lt;/span&gt; literally! she has this hidden capacity to walk with me as quick as I do.. we both love eating isaw and chicken skin! (:&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOsJ77oZNvI/AAAAAAAAABg/YVJivpaJwJ8/s1600-h/honey-kikai-rej.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOsJ77oZNvI/AAAAAAAAABg/YVJivpaJwJ8/s320/honey-kikai-rej.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254304315481863922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HONEY&lt;/span&gt;-- i miss our joyrides!.. someone i never thought i could get along with.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she's mahinhin while i am MAS MAHINHIN&lt;/span&gt; hahaha.. i miss taking pictures with you.. she's one of the sweetest girls i have!.. glad that we were able to see each other (you, kim and kikai) before you left..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAREN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANN&lt;/span&gt;-- never failed to tolerate the whole DRAMA that runs in me.. CHILDLIKE!? Yeah right!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Her name says it all..&lt;/span&gt; KIKAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOsNFCbflEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/348EUJlldn0/s1600-h/summer+fun-fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOsNFCbflEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/348EUJlldn0/s320/summer+fun-fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254307770460509250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VICO&lt;/span&gt;-- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anything for ME&lt;/span&gt;.. 30-minute swim.. the only person who saw the whole me.. who knew the real me.. (not quite..still can’t follow the swings of my mood).. cries for me when i’m in pain.. someone who would laugh with my mistakes.. the only guy (GUY NGA BA?) had witnessed almost all of my wa-poisED and windangED scenes.. this GIRL at HEART.. who  tolerates me sometimes with my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;devilish deeds&lt;/span&gt;.. haha the only person who can never say NO for REJ.. he'd clean up half of my havaianas.. SWEET, rightee? &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;**I have shared a part of my life with these people I call WEALTH! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-3156568019292225692?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/3156568019292225692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=3156568019292225692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/3156568019292225692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/3156568019292225692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-million-friends.html' title='one million friends'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOsJiqJGCzI/AAAAAAAAABY/N_UV2unkaAs/s72-c/138993111l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-5063800528122291641</id><published>2008-10-05T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:43:06.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i think i need some time to watch TV again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOmJH4GIPHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IjWNHrQdI2o/s1600-h/Cinderella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SOmJH4GIPHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/IjWNHrQdI2o/s320/Cinderella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253881208714574962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember watching Cinderella almost two months ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there we go, we arrived at the CCP just on time. i came to see the stage play with my grandmother by the way but she was seated at the right side while i was on the opposite. the usher lead me to my seat (row 3, 305).. somebody was occupying 305.. so they moved one seat away.. when i was about to take a sit, the girl on my left side asked me "why are you alone? who are you with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hMm wonderin.. who might she be?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, i told my friend Louie that i also watched Cinderella.. then all of a sudden i remembered the girl seated next to me. the one who asked me why i am all alone.. well, i cant tell who she really is.. hahaha! just because i'm not sure who's that girl. all i know is she's an artista.. a celebrity!  she sings (for her own crowd).. so i told Louie that i am not sure if she's Faith Cuneta or she may be Nina, the soul siren..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were both laughing at it.. we ended up pointing their difference! as for louie, Nina daw is pa-girl (feminine) while Faith..... hahahaha is not-so-pa-girl. haha that's not what Louie actually said.. it's a bit harsh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my.. i'm so confused that day.. we'll both stick to this: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE'S NINA, englisera kase eh HAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up to now, i still can't get over it.. it was really one hell of a laugh trip! it may be Nina.. it may be Faith.. whatever!,.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-5063800528122291641?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/5063800528122291641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=5063800528122291641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/5063800528122291641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/5063800528122291641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-think-i-need-some-time-to-watch-tv.html' title='i think i need some time to watch TV 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/&gt;watch tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE WAYS TO BE HAPPY:&lt;br /&gt;malling&lt;br /&gt;talking with friends&lt;br /&gt;being with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS AS OF NOW:&lt;br /&gt;i'll make love to you&lt;br /&gt;unwritten&lt;br /&gt;uhmm.. i don't know the title but it goes like this.. i said iloveyou but i lied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PERSONS YOU MISS:&lt;br /&gt;ann&lt;br /&gt;kate&lt;br /&gt;ionne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE GIFTS YOU WOULD LIKE TO RECEIVE:&lt;br /&gt;hoodies&lt;br /&gt;flip flops&lt;br /&gt;vintage shirts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;text messaging&lt;br /&gt;reading&lt;br /&gt;net surfing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO FOR NEXT VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;vigan&lt;br /&gt;hundred islands&lt;br /&gt;palawan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE CARTOON/ANIME&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i dont know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE FAST FOOD:&lt;br /&gt;McDO&lt;br /&gt;BK&lt;br /&gt;RAZON'S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE DRINKS:&lt;br /&gt;iced tea&lt;br /&gt;bacardi&lt;br /&gt;tequila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS FOUND IN YOUR SCHOOL BAG:&lt;br /&gt;umbrella&lt;br /&gt;ballpen&lt;br /&gt;wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE FAVORITE COLORS&lt;br /&gt;green (2006)&lt;br /&gt;violet (2008)&lt;br /&gt;yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP THREE YOU LOVE SO MUCH:&lt;br /&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-3312306770900871315?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/3312306770900871315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=3312306770900871315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/3312306770900871315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/3312306770900871315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/08/survey-found-in-my-friendster-site.html' title='SURVEY FOUND IN MY FRIENDSTER SITE'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-2275478365861319746</id><published>2008-07-31T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:00:27.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF FRIENDS FORGET YOU, FORGET THEM TOO..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;im soo back to life.. yeah, the metropolitan craze! which for a fact i couldn't stand, but i have to.. until the next 5 years of my life! oh welly welly well.. i just got home from my almost 2 month-stay in Bicol after my college graduation.. my first week there, i got really bored.. i decided to entertain friends at home just for the sake of not seeing the world.. i just don't feel like going out.. for the record, i felt insecure about the then "so-fresh-issue-about-the-man-and-the-friend-turned-biatch".. total homebody: reading, bonding with my younger cousins, teaching them games-- the pinoy way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the past 4 years, my world revolved around this man, i won't elaborate further information.. (: it was until my latest summer vacation that i learned to appreciate the outside world, AGAIN! i realized i missed a lot from my teeny-weeny days.. this time, i made sure that i get to enjoy each summer happening-- basketball league (SUMALE KA?!? hindi, nanuod lang! hahaha), beach, endless stories with girlfriends, sleepovers.. ALL PURE FUN..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little by little, boredom started to walk out of my vocabulary. i must say, i began to welcome old people i know whom i now call friends.. but see life's really unpredictable. at one point i was bored to death (take it from louie).. then suddenly i was drunk with fun and happiness.. But look at me now, i'm going gaga over everything that had happened!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on., i was at stake during my last 2 weeks there.. super complicated really! hahaha can't go out, can't invite friends over, can't talk to them!!! and because Sheryl's my kuya Nico's girlfriend, she has the privilege to see me, talk to me and hang out with me..hayy thanx to you She! i totally missed the outside world.. one week.. house arrest daw sabe ni pwet-pwet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stubborn, you may call me (sinagad-sagad ko na..) it was one saturday night i invited our friends over.. i just wanted to see them. I SWEAR TO GOD!..i don't have plans to make kwento with them.. plainly, I JUST WANTED TO SEE THEM..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i woke up in the morning, the next thing i knew, i was packing my stuffs, and i'm leaving in 10 hours.. GRABE GRABE GRABE!! this is the most tulirong moment of my life.. (hahaha exage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay okay.. so there we go! i'm here (Manila) and they are there.. 8 hours away from me! and because i've been hardheaded, TOPSYTURVY IT IS! there were nasty words the overlord &lt;strong&gt;(the name He calls Her)&lt;/strong&gt; had said.. but i think her reaction was out of anger. nasty as it is, it hit a lot of feelings (that's why someone said MARAME NG NADADAMAY..hahaha haneppp).. on the other hand, i understand the people who got hurt.. i'm not taking sides, yet, i have my own reasons why i think they &lt;em&gt;lived the wrong way&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(i mean, not so right).&lt;/strong&gt; i admit, i talk shit at times. i have my own flaws!&lt;strong&gt; FLAWS&lt;/strong&gt;-- part of growing up.. RIGHTEE?.. it's just that i don't buy the "this is what we're used to" excuse.. to them, it's fine because they're used to it! i understand, but i don't get the "who's your girl last night", "what did you do?" and "what else happened?" thingy.. HEY WE'RE YOUNG AND WE CAN STILL IRON THINGS OUT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their intervention?&lt;em&gt; LIE LOW&lt;/em&gt;.. WOAH! I DON'T GET IT.. REALLY, i mean why?.. kim said that maybe, they are just preventing possible complications.. WHAT?..kim's convincing powers are not working.. Literally, figuratively.. they chose to stay away from me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gollygosh.. nuff said.. thanks to kim.. &lt;strong&gt;when everbody turned their back &lt;/strong&gt;on me, YOU STILL CHOSE TO &lt;em&gt;STAY&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-2275478365861319746?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/2275478365861319746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=2275478365861319746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/2275478365861319746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/2275478365861319746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-soo-back-to-life.html' title='IF FRIENDS FORGET YOU, FORGET THEM TOO..'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-103506416480251652</id><published>2008-07-29T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:51:24.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 YEARS DOWN THE ROAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;AFTER A MONTH OF EXCHANGING COUNTDOWNS WITH LOUIE MIGUEL, FINALLY IT'S OVER! I'M 21.. OFFICIALLY! OH I'M OLD. MY GOLLY GOSH.. ALTHOUGH THEY SAY "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" IS JUST A STATE OF MIND. FINE.. BUT I'M NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER.. (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. LIFE IS NEVER EASY! MINE WAS ACTUALLY A TOUGH ONE.. HARD IT IS. STILL, I WAS ABLE TO HAVE FUN THROUGH LIFE'S JOURNEY.. &lt;strong&gt;YES, IT'S ONE GREAT JOURNEY!&lt;/strong&gt; I SPENT 12 YEARS OF WORRY-FREE PLUS 8 YEARS WITH MINOR DIFFICULTIES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS I GROW UP, I LEARNED TO LIVE LIFE THE SIMPLE WAY.. I NEVER HAD THE BRAND &lt;em&gt;"WHAT I WANT IS WHAT I GET"..&lt;/em&gt; BELIEVE ME, THERE WERE THINGS I GET RIGHT AFTER I ASKED FOR IT.. BUT MOST OF THE TIME, I HAVE TO SAVE FOR WHATEVER I WANT SPECIALLY THOSE MATERIALS THAT ARE NOT SCHOOL RELATED-- FLIP FLOPS, DRESSES, HEADBANDS.. etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MAY NOT LIVED THE FAB AND GLAM WAY, BUT I THINK IT IS A PRIVILEGE.. BEING ON LOW PROFILE IS ONE HELL GREAT SECRET.. IT IS A BLESSING IN DISGUISE.. I WON'T BE HAVING MUCH OF A HARD TIME DEALING WITH DIFFICULTIES LIFE HAS TO OFFER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I JUST LIVE.. I JUST LOVE.. I JUST EAT.. (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-103506416480251652?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/103506416480251652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=103506416480251652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/103506416480251652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/103506416480251652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/07/21-years-down-road_29.html' title='21 YEARS DOWN THE ROAD'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-5982419764965526952</id><published>2008-07-28T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T19:14:53.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKS GIVING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;TO THE PEOPLE WHO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GAVE ME A RING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SENT ME E-MAILS, TEXT MESSAGES, AND PRIVATE MESSAGES, AND COMMENTS ON MY SOCIAL NETWORKING SITES..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;THANKS SOOO MUCH GUYS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;21 YEARS DOWN THE ROAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-5982419764965526952?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/5982419764965526952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=5982419764965526952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/5982419764965526952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/5982419764965526952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/07/21-years-down-road.html' title='THANKS GIVING'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5395282083639808859.post-2588803279883948529</id><published>2008-07-27T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T19:10:45.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE</title><content type='html'>Eight Stages of Healing After a Breakup&lt;br /&gt;1. Stage 1 – SHOCK: “What the…? Are we really not together anymore? Am I sure? Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe he’s really left for a season and I will go into the bathroom and see him showering.” Your mind is deciding to deny your pain because it is too painful to process the truth. Chill and avoid drastic behavior like massive shopping sprees, tattoos and nasty haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Stage 2 – DENIAL: “I seriously think we were meant to be together. Deep down I know we’re just on a break.” Sure. Keep telling yourself this. Torture yourself because it feels good, like playing with a loose tooth or overusing tweezers. Just don't call him and pretend you never broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stage 3 – NUMBNESS: “I am so surprised at how easy he was to get over. I’m not even crying. In fact, nothing in my life seems to matter anymore. I’m not hungry or passionate about anything. Go figure.” Your mind is protecting you from overwhelming thoughts. Napping is good during this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stage 4 - FEAR: “What if I never date again? Will I end my days alone in a dusty old house knitting booties for the children I never had?” Talk about your fears with a friend who can snap you out of your extreme thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stage 5 - ANGER: “Wait a minute. We never did any of those things we said we were going to do. It was all talk. What a schmuck. It was all his fault. I can’t believe I was stupid enough to love such a low-life hairy ball of earwax.” Let out anger in healthy ways with juicy revenge fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Stage 6 - DEPRESSION: “I have no one to go to brunch with anymore. And if I did, I’d rather stay in my bed and eat Chunky Monkey.” If the despair is unbearable or leads to suicidal thoughts, don’t wait to get professional help. Get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Stage 7 - UNDERSTANDING: “I learned so much from him and I’m really glad I’m not dating him anymore. I guess we weren’t meant to be together.” Ahh, we are seeing the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stage 8 – ACCEPTANCE: “He was not perfect but neither was I. We were meant to be together for the time we were together.” Now bring on the other fish in the sea. I’m fabulous!” You go girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5395282083639808859-2588803279883948529?l=sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/feeds/2588803279883948529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5395282083639808859&amp;postID=2588803279883948529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/2588803279883948529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5395282083639808859/posts/default/2588803279883948529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sundayitsreginalove.blogspot.com/2008/07/what.html' title='WHAT THE'/><author><name>sundayitsreginalove</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ugnKQF69-ig/SI0g0d7oybI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1PXNNA13tco/S220/-sNapPies3005.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
