tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-240148662011-04-21T12:31:13.958-07:00Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14520174132542426743noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24014866.post-1143127881446829122006-03-23T06:57:00.000-08:002006-03-23T07:31:21.480-08:00<span style="font-size:78%;">"I'm inside a room full of people and I was screaming at the top of my lungs yet still nobody can hear me..."</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This usually happens in a movie to give drama to the story...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">My life definitely isnt a movie but it happened to me...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">This is the feeling I dont ever wanna feel again..very sad..alone...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And I cant blame the people inside that room if they cant hear me..they have their own lives to lead...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I just learn that I cannot depend on anybody but myself..</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">They're there not for me to depend on but to make my life not empty...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I know I should be very thankful for that...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">God put me in that room, not to scream...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">I'm there because God wants me love life as it is...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">that he had put these people in my life for for me to love and be loved..</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Gets nyo?!!!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24014866-114312788144682912?l=hopefulbillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14520174132542426743noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24014866.post-1142376489309315882006-03-14T14:35:00.000-08:002006-03-14T14:48:09.316-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">How did I let Dadi Yo talk me into making a blog of my own?!!!...Well, because of me being an "inggitera", here i am trying to think of what to write on my first blog entry.Faithie suggested to make it like a diary, so should i start by writing "Dear Diary"..naaahhhh...why should I listen to an annoying lady like her?!!..Or should i put the lyrics of my favorite song, but hey this isn't lyrics.com right?!..Or maybe should i just say some things about myself..but i realized, this isn't my resume!..what the hell am i thinking!..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But come to think of it, I have just written a whole paragraph of jumbled words but still makin' sense, right?!..</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Therefore, I have come to a conclusion that I have just written my first blog entry...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24014866-114237648930931588?l=hopefulbillionaire.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Abbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14520174132542426743noreply@blogger.com1