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<description> I was tagged by Calayan. =)) =))&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;A. People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. Tag eight people. Those who are tagged cannot refuse. &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;B. These eight people must state who they were tagged by. You cannot tag the person who tagged you. Continue this game by sending this to eight other people.&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;-Mad. Wait I don&#x27;t have a lover naman eh. =)) =))&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;2. What will you do if you do not share the same feelings as the person who likes you?&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;- I&#x27;ll tell that person. :D&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;3. What if question number two was the other way around?&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;-Sad. =)) &#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;4. Would you rather be dumped by your boyfriend or see your boyfriend cheating on you?&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;- Hmmm. See my boyfriend cheating on me so that I can dump him. =)) =)) (But I don&#x27;t have a boyfriend so I don&#x27;t really care :)) )&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x26;nbsp;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;5. What`s your ideal lover like?&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;- :| Secret&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;&#x3C;br&#x3E;6. Which is more blessed, l...</description>
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<description>We went to Church today. Everthing was going right until we were in our car and my dad realizes that hs cell phone got snatched. The Chruch was full of people today because its Palm Sunday. My dad remembers that there was a girl who stuck to him and he made sure that his wallet woud not get lost. Unfortunately, his cell phone got snatched. After going to mass, we went to one of my cousin&#x27;s graduation party and some of our relatives tried txting or calling my dad&#x27;s no. (We&#x27;re really alot in my dad&#x27;s side) but no one answered. When we got home, I tried calling my dad&#x27;s no. and to my surprise, someone answered! The weird thing was when my dad was saying that the phone was his, the girl said: &#x22;Hindi to sa iyo! Sa akin to!&#x22;. I was really annoyed. In my head I was saying: &#x22;Then why do you have my dad&#x27;s sim if the cell phone isn&#x27;t yours?!&#x22;. All my dad wanted was his sim because his patients always txt/ call him. He told the girl to leave the sim at the hospital but I doubt it that the girl wo...</description>
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