<?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-8920760237538818274</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:30:09.760-07:00</updated><category term='fall'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>mysterious girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mysterious gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12707085472607816042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SK4i8Uz86hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Ol7VU3q4DI/S220/dhez.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920760237538818274.post-7668946705072908511</id><published>2008-09-22T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:17:05.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>finals requirement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;What life's brings lesson to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;By: Lourdes D. Bibe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;There was a time that you feel that the whole world is against to you. A series of your life that you want to end up and replace it with a beautiful morning, peaceful afternoon and fantastic evening! What you really want to hope is that the sorrowful and pain of yesterday may not happen again or for coming tomorrow and today. Instead, became the most wonderful moment always. But that hope will never be grant, that’s why we have to open our mind and ready our self to the reality of life.&lt;br /&gt;I am Sophie. For me life is fabulous. We are rich. I have almost everything I want. I have my own room. It is painted pink for its my favorite color. Mama bought me a huge bed and cotton pillow. I have a lots of stuffed toys collections occupied the large portion on the floor. My cabinet is full of beautiful dresses. My shoes are of great variety and brand, with different colors. I have my own yaya that do everything I want and cooked everything I want to eat. My father always gives me my allowance that is too much for my needs. This is how my life goes. I feel that I am the most fortunate daughter in the world. I felt I’m like a princess.&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly, all this have changed. When Mama got pregnant Papa always took care of her. The sympathy they always give with me loses. They are too busy preparing the giving birth of Mama. They never noticed that as timed goes, I felt jealous and lonely being abandoned by there love and care. Only my yaya is the one who always there to comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;When Mama gave birth, they abandoned their room and moved to my little sister room. I always hear Mama sing a lullaby for my little sister. I don’t have anything to do, but to cry. I wonder if Mama ever sing me a lullaby too when I’m six years old. Only my yaya are there to comfort me when I’m crying at my room. And encourage me to stop crying and explaining why this things all happen.&lt;br /&gt;When my little sister grew up, she gets everything she wants. Mama and Papa always buy them a new dress and shoes. While all this things happen I felt that Mama and Papa abandoned and forget me. But despite of all the sorrowful I felt, I never keep hatred to my parent. Instead, I do my best to show them that I’m worthy for there love and for them to became proud at me.&lt;br /&gt;I graduated with honors. Mama and Papa did’nt celebrate the award that I have. Instead, they give all there attention preparing the 18Th birthday of my little sister. That’s the time I became a bad daughter. I always came home late, sometimes I’m drunk. That’s the time when Mama and Papa gave me there attention. Mama always shouted me. One time when Papa saw me drinking beverage and hitting drugs, he slapped me. But instead I felt mad at him, I felt happy, because finally they saw me. But after that incident, I cried all night in my room. Asking my self what happen to my life.&lt;br /&gt;One month after the incident, I find job. I met Miguel, my office mate, who’s very nice and sweet to me. He always visited me in my house. After a month a go, I became his girlfriend. After two years of knowing each other, we decided to got married. Now we have a two cute siblings. Mama and Papa never regret to visit my siblings. My little sister became close and sweet to me. She also met the man of her life. My yaya, finally saw the right man for her. But she never forget to contact me every time she is free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920760237538818274-7668946705072908511?l=lourdesbibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/feeds/7668946705072908511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920760237538818274&amp;postID=7668946705072908511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/7668946705072908511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/7668946705072908511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/2008/09/finals-requirement.html' title='finals requirement'/><author><name>mysterious gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12707085472607816042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SK4i8Uz86hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Ol7VU3q4DI/S220/dhez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920760237538818274.post-2876453632245918960</id><published>2008-09-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:30:13.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>critique lesson2-7</title><content type='html'>Isneg is the people living in the Northwesterly end of Nothern Luzon in the upperhalf of Cordillera Province known as Kalinga-Apayao. It has 4,500 estimated population in the year 1988. It is described as "dark tropical forest". It is endowed with the natural resources.Isneg has a kind, hospitable and generous manner with the spirit of self reliance and courage. They have a clearly artistic in their temperament on the emotional nature of a person.They adopt the custom of South China and learn to pratice jar burial. After that, they also adapt the custom of Chinese and bought the porcelain prices and glass beads. Their main staple food is rice, and the other is corn, taro,sweet potato,sugarcane,bananas,yams. It is all preceded by appropriate rituals and ceremonies. And their manner of courtship is that the girl's parent allow this to take place in their house,in their presence,and when the suitor is being acceptable the suitor may allow to sleep with the girl, and it last several nights. But the girl has a amount and it is called {tadug}bride prices. And they have the freewill to choose where they wants to live. The Isneg also have three anitos.Aside of Isneg, it has also a people living in western porion of the Cordillera Region in Norhtern Luzon, called Tingguian. At thier century it is a time of fighting to fight for their human rights.Like Isneg, Tingguian also eat rice. Their other product is basket and blankets. Their language is Ilocano and Tingguian. Their major crafts are rice,corn and rootcrops, such commercial produce as coffee, tabaco and cocoonut.Hudhud is the people cosmic earth Ifugao. A group of people living in Ifugao province, the most prominent at the mountain. They are known collectively as Igorots, actually consistence of the major groups. They are the most advanced. Their main source of livelihood are harvesting rice and vegetable. They have variance type of musical instruments and songs for different occasions.The Oggood is the people living in the mountain province, known as Bontoc.They are the only people in this area known to have law on warfare, including the making of peace parts.Their main agriculture product is also rice, of which it has two kinds, the chinacorn, which main superior variety and pak-ang. They have also sweet potato and other crops.The Sudsud, the third largest cultural community in the mountain province known as the Kankanay. The people that has a apperance of brown skin,large eyes, and prominent cheekbones. They have three types of argriculture, slashand burn, terracing and horticulture. Their primary sources of food is hunting and fishing.The Ullalim, people living in the Southern half of the province Kalinga Apayao, known as Kalinga, Kalinga which means fighter on head hunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920760237538818274-2876453632245918960?l=lourdesbibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/feeds/2876453632245918960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920760237538818274&amp;postID=2876453632245918960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/2876453632245918960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/2876453632245918960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/2008/09/critique-lesson2-7.html' title='critique lesson2-7'/><author><name>mysterious gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12707085472607816042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SK4i8Uz86hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Ol7VU3q4DI/S220/dhez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920760237538818274.post-4082217262057097958</id><published>2008-09-15T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T01:12:04.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>Critique in Ibaloy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SM4YsJWvhnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iC9V0yprLiA/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246157762637825650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SM4YsJWvhnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iC9V0yprLiA/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ibaloy is a type of literary work that shows the tradition and different personality of the people living in the Mountain Province occupying Baguio City. It described the different ceremony of the people living in this place. It can help the reader to fully understand the type of people living in this place, wherein they can catch also an idea how this place looks like. The reader may also know some tradition of the Ibaloy, and ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920760237538818274-4082217262057097958?l=lourdesbibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/feeds/4082217262057097958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920760237538818274&amp;postID=4082217262057097958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/4082217262057097958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/4082217262057097958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/2008/09/critique-in-ibaloy.html' title='Critique in Ibaloy'/><author><name>mysterious gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12707085472607816042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SK4i8Uz86hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Ol7VU3q4DI/S220/dhez.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SM4YsJWvhnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iC9V0yprLiA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920760237538818274.post-2088709105903361446</id><published>2008-08-09T05:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:41:51.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biag ni Lam-Ang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Biag ni Lam-Ans is a literary story that can inspired readers. The character shows a strong personality. A person that have a self confidence to his self, that nobody can destroy his trust to his self.A very unrealistic story but can be used others to be a inspiration. That even if your the poorest person on earth, you can handle any obstacle you encounter in life. That even if the very impossible thing,can be possible when you do something and not waiting it to happen.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920760237538818274-2088709105903361446?l=lourdesbibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/feeds/2088709105903361446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920760237538818274&amp;postID=2088709105903361446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/2088709105903361446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/2088709105903361446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/2008/08/biag-ni-lam-ang.html' title='Biag ni Lam-Ang'/><author><name>mysterious gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12707085472607816042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SK4i8Uz86hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Ol7VU3q4DI/S220/dhez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920760237538818274.post-6333055717633658106</id><published>2008-08-09T05:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T05:40:59.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my autobiography</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a third year college student&lt;br /&gt;taking up Bachelor of Science&lt;br /&gt;in Office Administration&lt;br /&gt;major in Management&lt;br /&gt;Aside of being a student&lt;br /&gt;I am also a sales clerk employee&lt;br /&gt;of S.M Department Store&lt;br /&gt;which I enjoy to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm Lourdes Dayao Bibe to be exact&lt;br /&gt;the youngest in the family&lt;br /&gt;Living at a simple house of&lt;br /&gt;300 Magsaysay St. Veterans Village Quezon City&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tall,Morena type of girl&lt;br /&gt;cute but looks dangerous&lt;br /&gt;friendly and loving&lt;br /&gt;A jolly fun to be with type of person&lt;br /&gt;I love listening radio such as RNB,pop rock,&lt;br /&gt;especially love song&lt;br /&gt;It makes my mood feel better&lt;br /&gt;And the sounds of music makes me relax&lt;br /&gt;I'm a type of person that wants to listen music&lt;br /&gt;whenever I review lesson when examination is coming&lt;br /&gt;whenever I'm bored, in love&lt;br /&gt;And whenever I feel sorrowful&lt;br /&gt;I love collecting a cute stuff&lt;br /&gt;like earrings,stuff toys&lt;br /&gt;all cute things that my eyes&lt;br /&gt;appreciate it&lt;br /&gt;I really appreciate&lt;br /&gt;the cuteness of the color&lt;br /&gt;sky blue, lavender, black&lt;br /&gt;especially the girl pink color..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8920760237538818274-6333055717633658106?l=lourdesbibe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/feeds/6333055717633658106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8920760237538818274&amp;postID=6333055717633658106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/6333055717633658106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8920760237538818274/posts/default/6333055717633658106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lourdesbibe.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-autobiography.html' title='my autobiography'/><author><name>mysterious gurl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12707085472607816042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SK4i8Uz86hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_Ol7VU3q4DI/S220/dhez.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8920760237538818274.post-4832272417938233066</id><published>2008-08-09T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T00:59:52.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>A part of me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SM4UyNcO9CI/AAAAAAAAABs/rqa4XhOSoic/s1600-h/dhezfrenz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246153468767302690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r2bhJP15W5k/SM4UyNcO9CI/AAAAAAAAABs/rqa4XhOSoic/s320/dhezfrenz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;one night in my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;staring at the moon so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as the wind blows so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;makes my heart feels sorrowful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as I stsnd to the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;a shadow began to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;curious to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the owner of that shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;standing straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;looks staring at me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;makes my heart beats past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;still pretending I am not afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the shadow that still standing straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;walks slowly coming near to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that makes my heart beat fast once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and dont know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as the time goes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and show the appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of the owner of that shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my eyes start to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my heart still beat fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and the sorrowful I feel last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my feet began to walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;coming to the owner of the shadow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;as I fully seen the appearance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;of the person now standing near to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;my arms start to move&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and hug my childhood friend so tight.... 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