<?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-21132949</id><updated>2011-08-06T20:15:45.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faerie Wings</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyday flight with the use of my Faerie Wings</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-784038921110410286</id><published>2008-12-01T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:43:32.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wish List.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I hear the word December, the first thing that comes to my mind is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. And oh, how I love &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chestnuts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;roasted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;open&lt;/span&gt; fire&lt;/span&gt;! Now, it's the first day of the December, I really feel the spirit! (too early? but I'm excited!) Although, I haven't got the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree out of it's coffin and couldn't put it on display because I lost all the balls and what-not due to a play in college. Anyway, because of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;holiday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;season&lt;/span&gt;, I shall write my wish list. The things that I wanted to have, what I wanted to achieve, places that I wanted to be in... just the things that I wanted. Actually, I was planning to do/get all these things next year but seeing as my STM loss would kick in any time soon, I decided to have a head start (did I use the words right?).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pajamas&lt;/span&gt; - Ok, for those people who love me and who are friends with me, I would like to have PJs on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. Or next year. The terno ones in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;bright blue&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;canary yellow&lt;/span&gt; with cartoon characters on it (even though I don't know the characters, it's fine). Soft fabric, as in pranella-soft. :) Well, if you won't, then I'll just get myself one. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pfffttt&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baguio Trip&lt;/span&gt; - I actually told myself that I would go alone but since my siblings are very sure that I'd get lost, we were thinking one of them should come with me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curling Iron&lt;/span&gt; - Damn, this thing is on my wish list for ages.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imago CD (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Probably not but most definitely&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;- I got a tape when I was in 2nd year highschool for my birthday. But after a year of playing it almost everyday at 5am before going to school, it was stuck on our casette player. I got it out though, but I tore the brown thingie apart. I bought another one after a year (a tape, still), had it played for months until our casette player broke down. Now I got to have a CD so I can complete all of their albums. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Harry Potter Books (2-7) and Tales of Beedle the Bard&lt;/span&gt; - I already got the 1st book, in hardbound *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;*. 1 down, 8 to go. Dang, I'm broke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mini Library&lt;/span&gt; - Am starting to build this mini library at our bedroom. We've already got the shelves. I've filled it out with the chicklits (from Psicom and Summit, you'll love 'em!, some other young adult stuff), books that I bought from Booksale (I loved The Secret Garden, I can't believe I can read the classics!), Twilight Saga *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dreamy eyes&lt;/span&gt;* and some other little books. I'm determined to fill all those 3 shelves in with lotsa books. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt; - I wanted to have a collection of movies. I've also filled out my mini library with all my favorite dancing films. No, I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; not a frustrated dancer. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;* I can only dance in my head! And in there, my footsies can reach my head *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so baby, come to me. Show me who you are...&lt;/span&gt;*. I do not have Center Stage on my collection! Or Bring It On 1 to 4! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;brrr, it's cold in here&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language lessons&lt;/span&gt; - Jap, Korean, Spanish, French. Any of the four. Just teach me how to say "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;please&lt;/span&gt;"! (Ok, I know how to say it in all but Korean.)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drive&lt;/span&gt; - Just to drive farther than South Supermarket near Ligaya. Promise, I won't do the drifting my brother is so scared about. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now you're hearing that tune from Tokyo Drift&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken Hearts Club&lt;/span&gt; VCD or DVD - So I was checking this out on the internet and my dad says, "Broken Hearts Club? Bakit broken-hearted ka ba?" Darn, my conversation about that with my dad was horrible but it would seem funny for my sisters. And it was, but anyway, bottom line, I told him it was a movie. I watched it around 3 yrs ago and loved it. I borrowed it from VideoCity 5 times or more. And on the last time, my sister told me, it wasn't there anymore. How sad. "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I've been crazy about you ever since you lit the candles. Kevin, you were the wish.&lt;/span&gt;" *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sigh&lt;/span&gt;* Now, all I can do is check the internet for the quotes!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;So, those were my top ten. I forgot about the rest. I was sure there's a lot but before I knew it my STM loss kicked in already. The list was just in my head 5 hours ago, but I wasn't able to post it the minute it was here *pointing to my brain, I mean, my head* because my brother had to work on the computer. Oh well, I'm sure I can remember those after a few days. Also, I was going to include "Meet and Greet Zach Braff" but I know I won't. A girl can dream. *Oohhh, Edward* Ok, I'm sidetracked.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Peace out, lovies!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-784038921110410286?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/784038921110410286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=784038921110410286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/784038921110410286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/784038921110410286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/12/wish-list.html' title='The Wish List.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-6371713735819591158</id><published>2008-11-24T04:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T09:24:08.335+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise you. :)</title><content type='html'>God is really good, don't you think? Though it's been months since you've gone to the church and you've stopped praying at night, you still believe that he's really kind to us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have you ever felt that you're world was upside down and you fell and crumbled and with just a snap of a finger, everything's back to normal again, and better?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Something good has happened and you don't even know why. You don't even know if it's going to be great in the end, but it just made you shed tears of joy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;God is good, no? And is a bit mad for his vague reasons in making things happen but what the hell, it's still good.    &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-6371713735819591158?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6371713735819591158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=6371713735819591158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6371713735819591158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6371713735819591158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/11/praise-you.html' title='Praise you. :)'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-7877249440732807864</id><published>2008-11-23T08:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:26:46.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter? How bitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: ms mincho,mincho;" size="2"&gt;Just when you thought you're so good at something already, then something happened, which really upset you and it just messed you up and made you curl up on your bed, in your room, alone, in the dark, moping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, you didn't  do the last part but, surely, somebody has felt that way. I mean, you just don't know if these things mess up on their own or it's actually your fault. O-kay, so, yeah, partly so. Pero don't other people realize that it's their fault too? They make your life miserable. Purposely or not, you wouldn't know and you just didn't want to give a rat's ass about it but can't they just stay away from you so you guys wouldn't be at each other's throats? My God, so much for a peaceful and happy life when you needed one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's so annoying how people thought you are messing up their lives when it's the other way around. They didn't even appreciate what you're doing. Maybe, even with the appreciation gone, it's fine. But to be a stupid stuck up and ruin everything for you when you didn't actually tell them to, just sucks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You said, this is terribly confusing. Maybe, you're more annoyed at yourself. You... now you don't know what's wrong with you. Thought you had it all figured out, huh? Now you feel like your blaming it all to them. When actually, you still do, but your other half feels otherwise. And you just can't accept that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You, battling against yourself over something you don't know. It's horrible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, Que horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-7877249440732807864?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7877249440732807864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=7877249440732807864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7877249440732807864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7877249440732807864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitter-how-bitter_23.html' title='Bitter? How bitter.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-1270454631985851383</id><published>2008-11-23T08:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:26:26.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter? How bitter.</title><content type='html'>&lt;font style="font-family: ms mincho,mincho;" size="2"&gt;Just when you thought you're so good at something already, then something happened, which really upset you and it just messed you up and made you curl up on your bed, in your room, alone, in the dark, moping.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, you didn't  do the last part but, surely, somebody has felt that way. I mean, you just don't know if these things mess up on their own or it's actually your fault. O-kay, so, yeah, partly so. Pero don't other people realize that it's their fault too? They make your life miserable. Purposely or not, you wouldn't know and you just didn't want to give a rat's ass about it but can't they just stay away from you so you guys wouldn't be at each other's throats? My God, so much for a peaceful and happy life when you needed one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's so annoying how people thought you are messing up their lives when it's the other way around. They didn't even appreciate what you're doing. Maybe, even with the appreciation gone, it's fine. But to be a stupid stuck up and ruin everything for you when you didn't actually tell them to, just sucks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You said, this is terribly confusing. Maybe, you're more annoyed at yourself. You... now you don't know what's wrong with you. Thought you had it all figured out, huh? Now you feel like your blaming it all to them. When actually, you still do, but your other half feels otherwise. And you just can't accept that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You, battling against yourself over something you don't know. It's horrible. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah, Que horror!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-1270454631985851383?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1270454631985851383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=1270454631985851383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1270454631985851383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1270454631985851383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/11/bitter-how-bitter.html' title='Bitter? How bitter.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-8007096217405994160</id><published>2008-10-27T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:35:54.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh-kay.</title><content type='html'>OMG. I checked out my old photos. I look so young! Well, shempre duh! Pero nagulat lang ulit ako. Pati si Jaco ang bata ng face (double duh!). Alrighty, will post some. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shareyourwings.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQXeKAoKCGgAAEsqUus1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 244px;height: 183px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shareyourwings.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQXeKAoKCGgAAEsqUus1/Wacko-Fairy2.jpg?et=OQ5iELt%2C%2CUNx2Nqn%2CSLcPw&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://shareyourwings.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SQXeiQoKCGgAAFQBoJ81"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 243px;height: 181px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shareyourwings.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SQXeiQoKCGgAAFQBoJ81/Ria7.jpg?et=yukbSddV%2BR3RIog%2Bc5LcPg&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/65/3"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 163px;height: 218px;" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.shareyourwings.multiply.com/image/3/photos/65/300x300/3/DSC00632.JPG?et=TREUT,vyecVYVQyxi6pUMw&amp;nmid=117708850" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ok, so walang magawa. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-8007096217405994160?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8007096217405994160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=8007096217405994160&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8007096217405994160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8007096217405994160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-kay.html' title='Oh-kay.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-9124044426887373380</id><published>2008-09-16T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:19:00.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Myth o Damit?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="3"&gt;Noong Linggo, pumunta ako sa bahay nang pinsan ko dahil handaan sa kanila. Matapos kumain, tumingin ako ng mga DVD's nya para manghiram. Isa sa mga hiniram ko ay The Myth ni Jackie Chan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; "Ate, peram ako ng DVD mo ah."&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinsan:&lt;/span&gt; "O, sige, Jes. Teka, ano nga pala yung hiniram mo?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; "The Myth."&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinsan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*sumigaw at seryosong tumingin sakin*&lt;/span&gt; "DAMIT!? Anong DAMIT!?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*humalakhak* &lt;/span&gt;"Ate, THE MYTH, hindi DAMIT."&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinsan:&lt;/span&gt; "Ahhh.. kala ko kung anong Damit eh."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;***Madalas talaga na mahina ang pandinig nya. Isa yun sa mga kakaiba nyang katangian. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Much Love&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-9124044426887373380?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/9124044426887373380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=9124044426887373380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/9124044426887373380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/9124044426887373380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/09/myth-o-damit.html' title='The Myth o Damit?!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-4445188519232678591</id><published>2008-09-08T17:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T21:44:53.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Runs in the family :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ang mga sumusunod na pangyayari ay hango sa tunay na buhay at hindi stir. hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ANIMAL INSTINCTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^Meowky&lt;/span&gt; ay matagal ng may malaking sugat sa mukha. Medyo basa pa rin ito (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eewww&lt;/span&gt;) at matagal ng hindi naghihilom (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uy, lalim!&lt;/span&gt;). Nagtaka ang mga magulang ko kung bakit hindi gumagaling ang sugat nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama Mia:&lt;/span&gt; "Ano ba yang sugat ni Meowk, hanggang ngaun di pa gumagaling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa Ketchup:&lt;/span&gt; "Siguro palaging nakikipag-away yan sa labas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^Manx:&lt;/span&gt; "Hindi, diabetic yan si Meowky eh, kaya di gumagaling yung sugat nya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akalain mo nga naman oh. "Pag kapwa hayop talaga... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ISTOKWA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabing-gabi na nang ako'y umuwi ng bahay galing sa bilyaran (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ayus, feeling highschool. hehe&lt;/span&gt;). Wala nang tao sa sala, lahat nasa kani-kanilang kwarto na. Bigla akong nagutom at pumunta ako ng kusina para kumain. Habang nag-aayos ng mga pinggan sa lababo, biglang bumaba ang Nanay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama Mia:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*malambing na tono*&lt;/span&gt; "Sino yan? Meowk... Meowk ikaw ba yan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*kumunot ang noo*&lt;/span&gt; "MA! Si Jesa 'to... ano ka ba? Ba't mo hinahanap si Meowk?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mejo natatawa*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama Mia:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*natawa sa sarili* &lt;/span&gt;"Ay! Kala ko si Meowk..." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*bakas sa mukha ang pag-aalala*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Nasan na nga kaya sa Meowk? Dalawang araw nang hindi umuuwi...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tsk tsk tsk*&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;"Yan ang Nanay ko, may malasakit! hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;ENGLISH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsang nag-uusap kami ni &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;^^^Jaco&lt;/span&gt; tungkol sa mga magulang nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; "Jaco, where's your Tatay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaco:&lt;/span&gt; "Tatay at hospital, Fix sick people sha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tumango-tango na parang may bagong na-diskubre*&lt;/span&gt; "Ohhh, okay. And where's your Nanay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaco:&lt;/span&gt; "Nanay at school"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; "Ohh, i see. So... what is she doing there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaco:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hindi sumasagot*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"She's doing what?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*tinulungang sumagot* &lt;/span&gt; "She's... teaching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jaco:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*biglang kumunot ang noo at mejo pagalit na sinabing*&lt;/span&gt; "NO Tita Faerie!!! Nanay is TEACHER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**Oo nga eh, sabi ko nga. :) Pasencia, di naman ako magaling mag-ingles. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HI-TECH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsang nag-iinternet kami ng Tatay ko sa bahay. Tinanong nya ko kung pano nya isasara ang window para makita ang desktop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mi-nouse over ang arrow sa minimize button*&lt;/span&gt; "Ganito lang yan Pa, I-click mo lang 'tong minimize button para lumiit 'yung window, para makita mo rin yung desktop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa Ketchup:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*malabo paningin* &lt;/span&gt;"Nasan dyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ria:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ginamit ang daliri para ituro ang minimize button sa monitor*&lt;/span&gt; "Ito 'yan Pa, 'yan 'yung iki-click mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa Ketchup:&lt;/span&gt; *Itinaas ang daliri para pindutin ang minimize button MISMO sa monitor* "O ayan, napindot ko na. Tapos?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**'Wag ismolin, touchscreen ang fone nyan kaya sha ganyan. hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;^Meowky, is our diabetic pet cat.&lt;br /&gt;^^Manx, is my monkey sister.&lt;br /&gt;^^^Jaco, is my three-year-old nephew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Much Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-4445188519232678591?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/4445188519232678591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=4445188519232678591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/4445188519232678591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/4445188519232678591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/09/runs-in-family.html' title='Runs in the family :)'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-8359415439110762835</id><published>2008-08-07T19:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T19:56:42.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wag magulo. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Are you afraid to go too deep, in a new relationship? This person seems like a wonderful addition to your life, but there is something about them that either confuses you or concerns you. Take some time, today, to think more about this -- is it a legitimate fear, or are you projecting some of your own stuff onto them? The conclusion might surprise you. Sometimes, new people enter our lives to make us question ourselves, not just to enjoy ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--Friendster Horoscope for August 7, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Oo, nagbabasa ako nun. Wag magulo. haha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-8359415439110762835?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8359415439110762835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=8359415439110762835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8359415439110762835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8359415439110762835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/08/wag-magulo.html' title='Wag magulo. :)'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-3915176918823047411</id><published>2008-06-30T22:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:58:11.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow.</title><content type='html'>I think it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;Para di na muna gumulo ulit ang lahat. Naks.&lt;br /&gt;Sa isa, dapat Fixed Load ka na. Tapusin mo na while you still can. Actually, you can, eh pano yun? Di lang naman ikaw ang tao dito.&lt;br /&gt;The other one? Sakto na yung Invisible ka sa umpisa pa lang. When you get too excited, nawawala ka rin kasi bigla. Mas masama yun. Sa lahat nang magiging power mo, Invisibility pa. Pwede bang iwala mo na lang un cloak? Para di ka nila mabangga? Di ka kasi nila nakikita. Ay, mali. Ikaw ang bumabangga sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;Slow lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-3915176918823047411?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3915176918823047411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=3915176918823047411&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3915176918823047411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3915176918823047411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/06/slow.html' title='Slow.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-7016471087609058268</id><published>2008-06-24T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:15:07.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick-up lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Galing sa Kuya ko. Pi-nost nya sa friendster. Mejo tagal na rin nitong mga 'to pero dahil gusto kong matawa..... :D (un number six sa bandang huli, di ko ma-gets. Ja-maican? WTH? sorry ah, mejo slow. Pusa!) Oh, well, sana matawa rin kayo kasama ko. Nyak! *shivers* Bad Cheetah!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A. Minamalat na naman ang puso ko..&lt;br&gt;- paano kasi, laging sinisigaw ang pangalan mo..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;B. Ikaw ba may-ari ng Crayola??&lt;br&gt;- ikaw kasi nagbibigay ng kulay sa buhay ko..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;c. Uy picture tayo!!&lt;br&gt;- para ma-develop tayo!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;D. Kung ikaw ay bola at ako ang player, mashushoot ba kita??&lt;br&gt;- hinde, kasi lagi kita mamimiss..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;E. Can i take your picture??&lt;br&gt;- coz i want to show Santa exactly what i want for christmas!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;F. Exam ka ba??&lt;br&gt;- gustong gusto na kasi kitang i-take home eh!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;G. Lecture mo ba ako??&lt;br&gt;- lab kasi kita..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;H. Centrum ka ba??&lt;br&gt;- kasi you make my life complete!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I. Miss pwede ba kita maging driver??&lt;br&gt;- para ikaw na magpapatakbo ng buhay ko..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J. Mahilig ka ba sa asukal??&lt;br&gt;- ang tamis kasi ng mga ngiti mo..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;K. Pinaglihi ka ba sa keyboard??&lt;br&gt;- kasi type kita..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;L. I hate to say this but... You are like my underwear..&lt;br&gt;- i can't last a day without you!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;M. Ibibili kita ng salbabida..&lt;br&gt;- kasi malulunod ka sa pagmamahal ko..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;N. Pwede ba kitang maging sidecar??&lt;br&gt;- single kasi ako eh..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;O.Me lisensya ka ba??&lt;br&gt;- coz you're driving me crazy..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P. May kilala ka bang gumagawa ng relo??&lt;br&gt;- may sira ata relo ko.. pag ikaw kasi kasama ko, humihinto ang oras ko..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Q. Grabe nakakatawa yung mga pick-up lines noh?? hahaha! May alam ka pa bang iba?? Wala na akong maisip eh..&lt;br&gt;- kundi ikaw..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;R. I'm a bee..&lt;br&gt;- can you be my honey??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;S. Nakakatakot diba ang multo??&lt;br&gt;- pero mas nakakatakot kapag nawala ka sa buhay ko..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;T. Am i a bad shooter??&lt;br&gt;- coz i keep on missing you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;U . Alam mo bang scientist ako??&lt;br&gt;- at ikaw ang lab ko...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;V. Naniniwala ka ba sa love at first sight??&lt;br&gt;- O gusto mong dumaan ulit ako??&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;W. Mabilis ka siguro sa mga puzzle noh??&lt;br&gt;- kasi kakasimula pa lang ng araw ko, pero nabuo mo na agad..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;X. Excuse me.. Are you a dictionary??&lt;br&gt;- because you give meaning to my life..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Y. Bangin ka ba??&lt;br&gt;- nahuhulog kasi ako sa'yo..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Z. Pustiso ka ba??&lt;br&gt;- kasi, can't smile without you..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Pagod na pagod ka na noh??&lt;br&gt;- maghapon at magdamag kana kasing tumatakbo sa isipan ko eh..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Me butas ba puso mo??&lt;br&gt;- kasi natrap na ako sa loob, &amp; i can't find my way out!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Anung height mo??&lt;br&gt;- ha?? pano ka nagkasya sa loob ng puso ko..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Hey, did you fart??&lt;br&gt;- coz you blew me away!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Sana "T" na lang ako..&lt;br&gt;- para i'm always right next to "U"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Are you Jamaican??&lt;br&gt;- kasi Ja-maican me crazy!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Nde tayo tao..Nde tayo hayop...&lt;br&gt;- bagay tayo...BAGAY tlga tayo...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Ako ay isang exam...&lt;br&gt;- kaya sagutin mo na ako...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-7016471087609058268?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7016471087609058268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=7016471087609058268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7016471087609058268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7016471087609058268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/06/pick-up-lines.html' title='Pick-up lines'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-1327424210429102992</id><published>2008-06-21T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T15:15:30.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Leave ako today. 3 days na 'kong walang tulog at sobrang iba na un takbo nang pakiramdam ko.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ngaun nagising ako ng 1pm. Ayus talaga! (Naks tuwang-tuwa.:D) After no'n, nag-post ako ng mga litrato na galing pa sa folder ko 2-3years ago. (May pic akong nakita, 12May 2005 pa). Big deal kasi akala ko nabura na lahat ng pics ko nung na-format 'tong PC. Anyway, natuwa lang ako kasi different hairstyles, pati damit. Naloka ako sa buhok kong kulot. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*buntong-hininga* Sakit na naman nang tiyan ko. Sorry ah, pakiramdam ko tuwing masakit lang ang tiyan ko saka lang ako nagsusulat dito.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pano nga pala un gawin yung gumagalaw na litrato? Like un GIF. Si Glenn kasi 'di pa binibigay yung CS2 or 3 ba yun?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-1327424210429102992?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1327424210429102992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=1327424210429102992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1327424210429102992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1327424210429102992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-753704055020917457</id><published>2008-03-05T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:50:01.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Filipino</title><content type='html'>*Napakalalim na Buntong-hininga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku! Kaloka talaga ang mga pangyayari ngaun. Ewan ko lang ah. Kagabi sobrang saya at hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko na ngumiti. Pero ngaun halos nalulugmok (tama ba?) ako sa lungkot at pagkadismaya. Hindi ako nagagalit sa Kanya, dahil alam ko naman na may rason kung bakit nangyayari ang lahat, masaya man o hindi. At alam ko din na magiging maayos din ang lahat. Di ko lang siguro matanggal sa utak ko ang mga pangyayari ngaun na humigop nang buong lakas ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anyway&lt;/em&gt; (ano tagalog nito?), mashado na akong madrama. Eh ano naman? Sabi nga nang nabasa ko sa &lt;em&gt;friendster&lt;/em&gt;, " Wala namang nagbabasa nito eh" Hehe. Oo nga pala, kailangan ko din nang &lt;em&gt;sign&lt;/em&gt; (ano nga tagalog nun?). Pero naisip ko may ganun-ganon pa, di rin naman ako susunod. Susundin ko din naman kung ano un gusto ko talaga. Siguro dahil hindi buo ang loob ko na maniwala sa mga ganung bagay. Pero bahala na din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang. Ingats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-753704055020917457?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/753704055020917457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=753704055020917457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/753704055020917457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/753704055020917457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/03/filipino.html' title='Filipino'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-6810898052632361537</id><published>2008-02-23T19:31:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T20:24:29.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers! -- A Post Valentine Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Son, no matter what a woman says, she wants roses."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, I got that from one of the books entitled "Vince's Life". Actually, right now, I feel like I'm considering that fact, if it is a fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, I'm not really fond of roses, or any kind of flowers. Sure, I like Sunflowers and Callalilies but not that I'm going to demand someone to give them to me. I always believed that if someone's gonna give me something, it should be food, of any kind because I'll be happier. Not even chocolates, I'm not fond of them, though if it's Ferrero.... hehe. Anyway, I firmly believe that I like food more than flowers, cause I can't eat the latter. Can you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, my belief has turned upside down (or normal?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning, when I woke up, I don't feel like working today or in the past few days (I seriously feel like I'm sick though I'm not, and I'm thinking of using my "leave" --but this is another story), but well I had to, so zombie-like I went to fix my breakfast (milo and yo, bad combination, "Don't try this at home") and off to the shower. It was, again, another short but boring journey to work. Then I came to the office and went to my desk when I saw this plastic container with Sunflower-looking flowers (in a hot water. I wonder why those guys put hot water in it, and they said it's mineral). I was honestly surprised that I gasped and say "Oh, man!", I was even alone in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my guy friends told me that they were going to this haunted house with lots of those flowers and they asked me if I wanted one so I said sure, but I didn't know that they will really going to give me some. The last time they said that, they even asked me to bring a vase with water in it, but they didn't bring any. Their reason is because I didn't bring my own vase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talking about flowers with these 2 friends of mine, it started last Valentines Day, when I said I haven't received a dozen roses from anybody (Yes, I know, loser right? So shut up :D But I did get one or two, just not a dozen). I said, I just wanted food or Sunflowers or Callalily. They told me they can give me Sunflower... seeds. Haha, very funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So anyway, that's just it. I was just being appreciative today and I totally felt cheerful early this morning, after seeing those flowers.&lt;strong&gt; I figured it's not the flowers that makes you happy, it's the thought that somebody gave you one, especially when you're not expecting it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170149981780902082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/R8AQBAuLAMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPyiBzDlr28/s320/DSC00230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Post Valentines Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-6810898052632361537?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6810898052632361537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=6810898052632361537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6810898052632361537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6810898052632361537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2008/02/flowers-post-valentine-entry.html' title='Flowers! -- A Post Valentine Entry'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/R8AQBAuLAMI/AAAAAAAAAHU/hPyiBzDlr28/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-1543815736824133937</id><published>2007-11-25T00:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:07:56.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Use him.</title><content type='html'>"It sucks right now" he says.&lt;br /&gt;He felt very unwanted. It doesn't help that she thinks that way nor he feels this way. And yes, of course he would feel alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always thinks about what his purpose here on earth is. Though he read something in his mail about not looking for the purpose - he didn't actually understood the whole thing - but then again he wanted to look for something that would make him feel... useful. Whatever it is that he do, he still feels totally useless and disappointed. Is he not contented? Doesn't he have even a teeny bit of confidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Forget about this. It's not like she knows you personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;But don't get me wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-1543815736824133937?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1543815736824133937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=1543815736824133937&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1543815736824133937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1543815736824133937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/11/use-him.html' title='Use him.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-3635761400575535704</id><published>2007-09-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:28:42.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maturity and books.</title><content type='html'>I realized dreams do come true. But, you have to work on it, of course. In my case, right now, this is just a minor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, I wrote the list of the things that I wanted to buy (dated 21st June 2005 in my Soul Review Journal):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Juan Pablo Dream CD&lt;br /&gt;- Imago's Take 2 CD&lt;br /&gt;- L'arc-en-ciel&lt;br /&gt;- Chicklit Books&lt;br /&gt;- Clothes&lt;br /&gt;- Anime Movies&lt;br /&gt;- A Curling Iron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've managed to buy everything, except the Juan Pablo CD and *sad face* the Curling Iron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, what 'kinda' bothers me are these chick lit books that I've been buying this past month (bought 6 books along with 9 VCDs of my favorite dancing movies *grin*). Well, these books were about loves and lives and I really wanted to buy all these last 05. But I realized now that, I didn't enjoy it as much as I did 2 years back (when I first read one of the books). I'm not saying  the other books were poorly written, they were good, real good, cute, very lovely. I just don't know why it didn't have this "effect thing" on me. Could it be that I'm mature now? haha! I haven't bought the other 3 or 4 books though so, I'd know the answer when I already bought them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-3635761400575535704?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3635761400575535704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=3635761400575535704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3635761400575535704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3635761400575535704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/09/maturity-and-books.html' title='Maturity and books.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-2265188763676599486</id><published>2007-09-02T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:28:12.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other people matters.</title><content type='html'>One of the things people hate feeling: is the feeling when they have hurt someone. Was it guilt? or are we just plain sad about it? And how are you going to feel at the end? I always say "depends", so I'm not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted to save them, but you wanted to save yourself. You want to make them happy, but you can't just throw your own happiness away. You don't want to hurt them, but you don't know what to say, so you try to make it up to them but at the end of the day, they' re still hurt. By you. And you don't even want to. But you just did. So you feel awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regret comes in when you see them again. Happy or Sad. Regret's still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you don't see or hear from them, a different feeling comes along. Was it curiosity? I still don't know but aware that there's a tugging in your heart that you just can't ignore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, they don't care anymore. Maybe, maybe not. What happened before, what happened between you, what's happening to you. They forget you, or maybe they thought you forget them. Both of you will create a big misunderstanding, and then suddenly, what you thought you had, even the little bit of it, it's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, it's you that wanted it this way, though you wished for a different kind of way, the outcome has been what you wanted. It's like the phrase "same difference", you like it, but hated it in a way. How come you just can't get what you wanted? Because it's not all about you. Other people matters, too. Them, and what they feel.&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;em&gt;Hmmm... feeling a bit emo? Haha. That's just my sister, I ain't emo. It's because I stay at the same house as her, breathing the same air, that made me like this. I've been infected by her monkey-emo-ing disease. Haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much love for everyone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-2265188763676599486?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2265188763676599486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=2265188763676599486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/2265188763676599486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/2265188763676599486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/09/other-people-matters.html' title='Other people matters.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-4249081690406389622</id><published>2007-08-26T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T21:59:34.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta go and save the world!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just checked out some of my high school friends/batch mates at friendster. It totally surprised me about what they’ve become, it even surprised me what I’ve become. It amazed me that this person ended up with this person, or this person isn’t here in the Philippines anymore, or that one of my friends just told me she stopped drinking already (and I thought this girl would change anything but that, haha!). Things really do change, huh?&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking sometimes, that if I were given a chance to change whatever happened in high school, good or bad, I wouldn’t change a thing. Not at all. But, I wouldn’t wanna go back either. It may sound terrible, but it’s nothing like that. I just thought that whatever happened before made me who I am right now. I didn’t wanna go back because I’m done with it. Let’s focus on the present. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been updating my precious bloggy, now I see cob webs everywhere. Sorry my faeriewings, I haven’t been myself lately, or I’m having a writer’s block, or whatever you call it. I’m totally not a writer, so I wouldn’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got disturbed by Pete Wentz, when I went looking for some songs on the net, you know, to awaken my mood of writing, but nooo… Fall out boy goes into my mind, which made me look for this song called “The take over, the breaks over”, and as I listened to the verse, I wanted to look for the lyrics as well, WHICH made me disoriented and go back to the writer’s bloke that I am (or block, whichever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, gotta go and save the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-4249081690406389622?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/4249081690406389622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=4249081690406389622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/4249081690406389622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/4249081690406389622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/08/gotta-go-and-save-world.html' title='Gotta go and save the world!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-9153832990024355545</id><published>2007-07-17T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:20:21.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>Whatever plans I have in mind,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I surrender them to you.&lt;br /&gt;I will do the best I can, but in the end,&lt;br /&gt;Let Your will be done.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(From Yuki, Last year)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-9153832990024355545?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/9153832990024355545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=9153832990024355545&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/9153832990024355545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/9153832990024355545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/07/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-6821926562332905849</id><published>2007-07-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T21:18:14.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back. She's back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I’m not doing my best. Why don’t we switch places? You think this is easy? Might be for you, not for me. I’m not crying because I’m scared, I’m just too pissed off. Yeah, maybe I am scared. Scared that he might get disappointed of me. Or they might make fun of me. But not you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it was my entire fault? I was trying my freakin’ best! You don’t know what’s going on here! You just don’t know! I’m just doing what I’m told to do! It’s not like I’m fooling you or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What on earth do you really want me to do? Huh?! Making it hard for you!? Might be…but don’t just blow your top on me! I ain’t perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noname&lt;br /&gt;You’re giving up just like that? Just one slap, and you go home crying already? WTF?! You’re such a weakling! Think of a freakin’ reason why you’re acting like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;I’m not really good at explaining myself. I hated it that it made me feel like a loser. I lost. I lost because I didn’t defend myself well enough. I just took it all in.  It’s my fault, I admit that, but didn’t you think I was just abiding the rules? It’s like DAMNED IF YOU DO, DAMNED IF YOU DON’T. How can you work on that? You can’t possibly make me understand things just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noname&lt;br /&gt;But in this world, not everybody is nice enough to wait for you to understand. They aren’t going to wait for you. Time won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;I know. Why do I even try to make things fair? To obey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noname&lt;br /&gt;Because you’re damn scared to screw things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but I still messed it all up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-6821926562332905849?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6821926562332905849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=6821926562332905849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6821926562332905849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6821926562332905849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/07/hes-back-shes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back. She&apos;s back.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-246387299360500995</id><published>2007-07-02T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T20:17:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bohol</title><content type='html'>Hmm...Been a bit busy. Plus the PC got something wrong this past month. So haven't got the time to &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; blog. Anyway, last 20th of June, I've been to one of the best places here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOHOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time I went there was 5 years ago. I went there coz my cousin's getting married and was one of the bridesmaids (funny story about that wedding: in the middle of the ceremony, I was sleeping and was caught on tape!). Anyway, that was the first time that I went to Panglao Beach. It was the most beautiful beach I've ever seen. Since then, I promised myself that I'd go back there and it happened, just last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082569198851378850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RojpwfvgzqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HzxzwN3Yoho/s320/DSC00790%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; My parents, cousin and I went there coz my parents wanted to make some business and stuff. My cousin and I were there for the pictures! haha! I got lots of it. &lt;p&gt;We also went to the Chocolate hills (not real chocolate, people! These hills turn brown in summer), at the cave, Sagbayan Peak, and lots more (can't remember, hehe).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I'll just show you the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Bohol/?start=all"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click Here To View The Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-246387299360500995?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/246387299360500995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=246387299360500995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/246387299360500995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/246387299360500995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/07/bohol.html' title='Bohol'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RojpwfvgzqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/HzxzwN3Yoho/s72-c/DSC00790%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-385544254052608724</id><published>2007-06-19T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T21:44:53.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies</title><content type='html'>Movies that I would like to watch again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Broken Hearts Club&lt;/strong&gt; (one of my most favorite movies, the last time I watched it was, like, two years ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dirty Dancing Havana Nights&lt;/strong&gt; (go for Diego Luna, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School of Rock&lt;/strong&gt; (I don't get tired of this movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legally Blonde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Centerstage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take the Lead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Got Served&lt;/strong&gt; (Haha. I don't dance, I just like dancing-themed movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bring it On&lt;/strong&gt; (1, 2, 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/strong&gt; (Of course! All of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Replacements&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I just have to make a list, I always forget whenever I'm at the video shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-385544254052608724?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/385544254052608724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=385544254052608724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/385544254052608724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/385544254052608724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/06/movies.html' title='Movies'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-3671906133856318708</id><published>2007-05-26T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T12:55:34.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing in Disguise</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;I already got a job at a travel agency. Gonna start on monday. It kinda scares me, being new to this job and all. I just hope I'd get along well with the people, and hope I'd do good. Well, being a bit forgetful and such, i might not do well. Hmm.. I just have to try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This job is actually, like, a spur-of-the-moment thing. I didn't expect this. They just told me to send my resume, interview and next thing I knew, I got the job. Everything happened real fast. Really. Well, they needed someone immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, on June 20-27, I'm suppose to have my vacation at Bohol with my parents and cousin. I'm very looking forward to it. I often tell my cousin that I wanted to go there and we're already planning what to do when we get there. Last year, before I went to Singapore for my internship, I got this wish list. One of it was &lt;u&gt;"a trip to Bohol as a grad gift"&lt;/u&gt;. Talk about disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my mom said, maybe it was a &lt;strong&gt;Blessing in Disguise&lt;/strong&gt;. That, being unable to have the vacation is being able to have a job. I thought &lt;strong&gt;"Hmm...you're just saying that because you've been nagging me on getting a job."&lt;/strong&gt; (not really nagging but she's been telling me to do so) But a part of me said, &lt;strong&gt;"Yeah, maybe it really is a blessing."&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well, whatever, soon I'll figure out what to do on this thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-3671906133856318708?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3671906133856318708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=3671906133856318708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3671906133856318708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3671906133856318708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/05/blessing-in-disguise.html' title='Blessing in Disguise'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-8946051437980555530</id><published>2007-05-15T08:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T08:52:53.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-8946051437980555530?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8946051437980555530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=8946051437980555530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8946051437980555530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8946051437980555530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/05/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-7337739127895146441</id><published>2007-05-04T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T19:17:02.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Read between the lines..</title><content type='html'>My favorite lines from my favorite movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;CORPSE BRIDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barkis Bittern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: Can a heart still break after it's stopped beating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;BROKEN HEARTS CLUB&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Taylor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I was left for another man. And not just any other man, a trainer. A trainer named Dash. I was left for a punctuation mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dennis:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I've been crazy about you ever since you lit the candles. You were the wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jack:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes I wonder what you boys would do if you weren't gay. You'd have no identity. It was easy when you couldn't talk about it. Now it's all you talk about. You talk about it so much that you forget about all the other things that you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kevin:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; [voice-over - end of movie] A lot of people ask me when I first knew I was gay. Fact is, I don't know. But what I do remember, what I can recall, is when I first realized it was Okay: It was when I met these guys. My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;DIRTY DANCING HAVANA NIGHTS&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Katey Miller&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;[voiceover]&lt;/em&gt; Javier once said that dancing is about being exactly who you want to be in that moment. Dancing with him, I realized I was becoming exactly the woman I wanted to be. We didn't win the contest- but we did win something more important to us. On my last night in Havana we were King and Queen of La Rosa Negra. We didn't know when we would see each other again, but we knew that this wasn't our last dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE HOLIDAY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miles:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Iris, if you were a melody... I used only the good notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-7337739127895146441?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7337739127895146441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=7337739127895146441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7337739127895146441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7337739127895146441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/05/read-between-lines.html' title='Read between the lines..'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-9060198249627889083</id><published>2007-05-04T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T18:35:10.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mae *yikee*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsCqKu-I2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/WLVaJEuTWOE/s1600-h/Mae&amp;Jesa4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060641529740010338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Long hairs. Mine's curly." src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsCqKu-I2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/WLVaJEuTWOE/s200/Mae%26Jesa4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsDeau-I3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2tlZ-uzxfU/s1600-h/Mae+and+Jesa+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060642427388175218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Christmas" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsDeau-I3I/AAAAAAAAAFE/U2tlZ-uzxfU/s200/Mae+and+Jesa+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsDe6u-I4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iCdJXs4hWpQ/s1600-h/Jesa+and+Mae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060642435978109826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="New Year" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsDe6u-I4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/iCdJXs4hWpQ/s200/Jesa+and+Mae.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsD_au-I6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/AfFrDah0h5g/s1600-h/Payong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060642994323858338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Her Birthday" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsD_au-I6I/AAAAAAAAAFc/AfFrDah0h5g/s200/Payong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsD_au-I5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/S9v-QhmMMgQ/s1600-h/Lipstick!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060642994323858322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Having fun with gambling." src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsD_au-I5I/AAAAAAAAAFU/S9v-QhmMMgQ/s200/Lipstick!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsGFqu-I7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/g_CMu3mBHxQ/s1600-h/out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060645300721296306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="End of Summer" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsGFqu-I7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/g_CMu3mBHxQ/s200/out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsG66u-I-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7fJ55Y8chh4/s1600-h/Jesa+&amp;amp;+Mae4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060646215549330402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Summer at Subic 2005" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsG66u-I-I/AAAAAAAAAF8/7fJ55Y8chh4/s200/Jesa+%26+Mae4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsKVau-I_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/s6Rmw_2bq-g/s1600-h/Mae+&amp;amp;+Jesa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060649969350747122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Summer at Makati 2006" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsKVau-I_I/AAAAAAAAAGE/s6Rmw_2bq-g/s200/Mae+%26+Jesa+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsGF6u-I8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JSYlFTQ0XL0/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060645305016263618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Summer at Matabungkay 2007" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsGF6u-I8I/AAAAAAAAAFs/JSYlFTQ0XL0/s200/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsLA6u-JAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zmt00ajB0h4/s1600-h/DSC00357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060650716675056642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Mae and Jesa" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsLA6u-JAI/AAAAAAAAAGM/zmt00ajB0h4/s200/DSC00357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Well, that's the since-fetus best friend I've been talking about. Been with her since we were kids, went to the same kindergarten, played together, been curious highschool girls together, shared lots of secrets, did lots of things together - good and bad, learned how to drink and smoke together, went to different places together, laughed, cried, made fun of anything together, walked from humps to humps since we were grade school, shared clothes. She's got five brothers but doesn't have a sister, I can say she considered me as one. I have two crazy sisters, one older and one younger, and I can say I considered her my other one. Love yah, sis! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friends for life&lt;/span&gt;. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-9060198249627889083?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/9060198249627889083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=9060198249627889083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/9060198249627889083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/9060198249627889083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/05/mae-yikee.html' title='Mae *yikee*'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjsCqKu-I2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/WLVaJEuTWOE/s72-c/Mae%26Jesa4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-899726789545772356</id><published>2007-05-02T12:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T12:54:42.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GomezKada Summer 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Rjg6I6u-I1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/I4BXJFzbXxM/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059858106230383442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Rjg6I6u-I1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/I4BXJFzbXxM/s320/DSC00466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends and I went on a summer trip at &lt;strong&gt;Matabungkay, Batangas&lt;/strong&gt; last &lt;strong&gt;29th of April&lt;/strong&gt;. We stayed there for &lt;strong&gt;3 days and 2 nights&lt;/strong&gt;. It was lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate &lt;strong&gt;sweet and chili saucy prawns&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;grilled fishes&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;beef steak&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;porkchop&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed in a &lt;strong&gt;native hut.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rented a &lt;em&gt;balsa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swam a lot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Took photos.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept under the stars at night and under a mango tree in the afternoon.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rode a boat to go to the other side of the island.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Was a bit scared because there were lots of &lt;strong&gt;rocks and plants&lt;/strong&gt; under the water and it feels like it's gonna pull me in or weird-looking fishies would bite me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched the sunset 3 days straight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched the sunrise once. On our first day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Slept in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picked green mangoes from the mango tree, but never get to eat it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got drinking session while having a bonfire.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;But i slept through it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waking up and finding out that &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; is lost which gave us all a scare. &lt;em&gt;Then finding him again and was relieved.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Almost ate a&lt;strong&gt; seaweed&lt;/strong&gt; from the sea 'cause &lt;strong&gt;Ian&lt;/strong&gt; threw it at me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Got tanned a little.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having gone for a swim at around &lt;strong&gt;12 noon&lt;/strong&gt; which is &lt;strong&gt;terribly hot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being a parasite. e.g. clinging on Pao or David or Glen while swimming because the water is too deep it reached my eyes and scared the shit out of me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Braided &lt;u&gt;Pao and Glenn's&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hair&lt;/strong&gt;. And &lt;u&gt;Mae's and Gillian's&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sang a lot inside the jeep. concert. singing &lt;strong&gt;Jessica Simpson's "Public Affair"&lt;/strong&gt; again.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Mariah's "Always be my baby"&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;u&gt;my since-fetus bestfriend and David&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listening to someone talking on her cellphone and &lt;em&gt;made fun of her&lt;/em&gt;. My since-fetus bestfriend's &lt;strong&gt;real mean&lt;/strong&gt;. haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pulled over at Tagaytay to eat &lt;strong&gt;Bulalo&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;sizzling squid&lt;/strong&gt;. Yum-mee!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mang Bert bought us &lt;strong&gt;buko pie&lt;/strong&gt;. Thanks po.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went on the trip at &lt;u&gt;12 mn, 29th April&lt;/u&gt;. Went home &lt;u&gt;12 mn, 2nd May&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was really fun. Back then, my friends and I used to go to this &lt;u&gt;5 ft. swimming pool at &lt;strong&gt;Makati&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; because that's the nearest one and my parents wouldn't allow me and my sister to go to places like Batangas. But well, we're &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;big girls&lt;/span&gt; now. Just like what I reasoned out to my Dad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Nakapunta nga ako ng Singapore eh, Batangas pa kaya."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, as long as I can go, so as Manx. I'm her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. Anyway, now it's resting time. I got tired with all those things...haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;GomezKada..woohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*posting is a bit similar to Manx's. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Matabungkay/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click Here to View the Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Matabungkay%20from%20Siops/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;More Added Photos from Siops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-899726789545772356?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/899726789545772356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=899726789545772356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/899726789545772356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/899726789545772356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/05/gomezkada-summer-2007.html' title='GomezKada Summer 2007'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Rjg6I6u-I1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/I4BXJFzbXxM/s72-c/DSC00466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-7231779472918622358</id><published>2007-05-02T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T12:53:50.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Write everything we wish to forget in the water...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059821457274446658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjgYzqu-I0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/c5rmStim7ww/s320/DSC00525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we were in the&lt;em&gt; balsa&lt;/em&gt;, swimming and having fun, my best buddy Pao and my sister, Manx had this teasing on being emo. Manx told Pao this line [she said] to be more emo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let's write everything that we wish to forget in the sea [water]..."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isulat natin sa dagat ang mga gusto nating makalimutan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they started laughing but Pao did it. Manx even called me to tell that joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then, I did it too. Yeah, it's so lame but i did it anyway. I wrote some of the fears I got, the ones that I remember at that moment anyway. For some reason, &lt;u&gt;it made me determined to forget them&lt;/u&gt;...hmm..not actually forget but not to bother anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you want anything to work, you just have to be determined.&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/21132949-7231779472918622358?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7231779472918622358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=7231779472918622358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7231779472918622358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7231779472918622358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/05/write-everything-we-wish-to-forget-in.html' title='Write everything we wish to forget in the water...'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RjgYzqu-I0I/AAAAAAAAAEs/c5rmStim7ww/s72-c/DSC00525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-5917454232478529217</id><published>2007-04-23T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:59:51.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, fishy-wishy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RixmzXq_hRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/blU3MuM39Us/s1600-h/DSC00241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Oscar and me." src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RixmzXq_hRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/blU3MuM39Us/s320/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, look who's here.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Oscar.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-5917454232478529217?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/5917454232478529217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=5917454232478529217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/5917454232478529217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/5917454232478529217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/here-fishy-wishy.html' title='Here, fishy-wishy.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RixmzXq_hRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/blU3MuM39Us/s72-c/DSC00241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-1533409891402440612</id><published>2007-04-19T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T16:01:51.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sleeping yet.</title><content type='html'>Should be waking up at 4am for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...photos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055166631026590930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="After the Mass" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiePRHq_hNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0nfI_MxYGLI/s320/DSC00217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055167039048484066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Strike a pose!" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiePo3q_hOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/kqtKOXJCpM4/s320/DSC00218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Go for Hogwarts. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Very tired. My toes are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-1533409891402440612?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/1533409891402440612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=1533409891402440612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1533409891402440612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/1533409891402440612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-not-sleeping-yet.html' title='I&apos;m not sleeping yet.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiePRHq_hNI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0nfI_MxYGLI/s72-c/DSC00217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-3988176645576173136</id><published>2007-04-19T08:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:38:20.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Yuki - Depapepe</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Depapepe&lt;/strong&gt; is an &lt;u&gt;acoustic guitar musical duo&lt;/u&gt; of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Takuya Miura&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yoshinari Takuoka&lt;/span&gt;. Their songs doesn't have any lyrics. I first watched them at &lt;strong&gt;Animax Musix&lt;/strong&gt; like a year ago. The music video was &lt;strong&gt;Summer Parade&lt;/strong&gt;. I would've made it my background music but I've got a little problem so I used their other song &lt;strong&gt;Hi-D&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054929707193924418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Ria3yVnc-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/y-fic4wPrMk/s200/depapepe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www2.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054929874697648978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Ria38Fnc-1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/oojY6ImSIn8/s200/depapepe1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-3988176645576173136?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3988176645576173136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=3988176645576173136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3988176645576173136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3988176645576173136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/for-yuki-depapepe.html' title='For Yuki - Depapepe'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Ria3yVnc-0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/y-fic4wPrMk/s72-c/depapepe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-4175980545420673857</id><published>2007-04-19T07:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T08:11:04.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mass and OTH</title><content type='html'>Today, I'll be attending the &lt;strong&gt;Baccalaureate Mass&lt;/strong&gt; in my school. That's a must for graduating students, right? Hmm..what to wear? That&lt;strong&gt; little black dress&lt;/strong&gt; I just bought last monday. Tomorrow, I don't know what to wear. The &lt;u&gt;blue batik wrap around skirt&lt;/u&gt; or I'll &lt;u&gt;find one&lt;/u&gt; today. Oh, whatever. I'm not a dress fan, this would be the first time I'm gonna wear a dress. haha. Not really, but yeah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm..I've been watching &lt;u&gt;OTH&lt;/u&gt; with my sisters. &lt;strong&gt;OTH&lt;/strong&gt; as in &lt;strong&gt;ONE TREE HILL&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. I thought I wouldn't be addicted, but I found myself crying again to some touching parts. And my sisters, boy are they so into it, they already watched it when I was in Singapore and watching it again with me.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054923286217816834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Riax8lnc-wI/AAAAAAAAADU/iCjZlh0GGB4/s200/pic_onetreehill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hmm..who's my favorite character? &lt;strong&gt;Lucas&lt;/strong&gt;! yay! but I also like &lt;u&gt;Nathan and Haley&lt;/u&gt;. And I love &lt;strong&gt;Brooke&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. I am such a late-bloomer, &lt;em&gt;how come I loved it just now&lt;/em&gt;? I'm still watching the &lt;strong&gt;first season&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054924196750883618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Riayxlnc-yI/AAAAAAAAADk/tfb5I5Zd3-Y/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;Okay, gotta go eat breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&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/21132949-4175980545420673857?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/4175980545420673857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=4175980545420673857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/4175980545420673857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/4175980545420673857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/mass-and-oth.html' title='Mass and OTH'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/Riax8lnc-wI/AAAAAAAAADU/iCjZlh0GGB4/s72-c/pic_onetreehill.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-6608158094243309136</id><published>2007-04-17T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T20:48:14.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Floody Hell.</title><content type='html'>I just came back from attempting to make my nephew, &lt;strong&gt;Jaco&lt;/strong&gt;, sleep. He didn't sleep at all until he cried. we sang almost every song &lt;strong&gt;Manx&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; know.&lt;strong&gt; Moon River&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Moonlight Bay&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Twinkle twinkle&lt;/strong&gt;, he just didn't sleep.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054237714126206626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="Where's the plane?" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiRCbCjf9qI/AAAAAAAAADM/r8TVyKbUJUY/s200/Where%27s+The+Plane..jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, early this morning, Manx, &lt;em&gt;Ate&lt;/em&gt; Meriam, and I woke up because there's flood in our room. The one of the pipes in the sink of our bathroom broke, and the water overflowed. Manx said she was awake for 45 minutes when she realized the leak. She hears the water alright, but she thought it was raining. Before she realized it, it &lt;strong&gt;was flooding&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She tried waking me up saying, "&lt;em&gt;Ate, ate&lt;/em&gt; wake up. The water over flowed." But to no avail. So then, she shouted louder, hehe. I just said "What?!" then sit up and &lt;u&gt;watch her panic&lt;/u&gt;. She woke up my Big Brutha' to fix the pipe. When the water stopped that's the time i stood up and help in cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an early exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and last night we watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. Again. For the umpteenth time. haha.&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/21132949-6608158094243309136?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/6608158094243309136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=6608158094243309136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6608158094243309136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/6608158094243309136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/floody-hell.html' title='Floody Hell.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiRCbCjf9qI/AAAAAAAAADM/r8TVyKbUJUY/s72-c/Where%27s+The+Plane..jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-7088241460204506863</id><published>2007-04-14T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T11:27:20.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grad Pics with not-so-creative Creative Shot.</title><content type='html'>Ho-kay. My first week here in the Philippines after coming back, I processed some of my grad things. One of those was the Graduation Photos. We have &lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt; shots: &lt;strong&gt;(1)&lt;/strong&gt; Wearing the Toga; &lt;strong&gt;(2)&lt;/strong&gt; Wearing a corporate attire; &lt;strong&gt;(3)&lt;/strong&gt; the Creative Shot. Some people say i look older in the photos &lt;em&gt;(okay, man, go laugh at me, i gave you the chance... oh yeah, i look OLD! haha!!).&lt;/em&gt; Well, the Creative shot was, well, not-so-creative as I said. I haven't got the chance to prepare so I just used what I'm wearing (btw, the shirt was from Jam, thanks! ^__^). My brother-in-law said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Isn't her Creative shot the one when she's wearing the corporate attire?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="Toga"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="Toga"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiDW6Cjf9TI/AAAAAAAAAAU/D4mv9ZesnEc/s1600-h/Scan22.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiDXFijf9UI/AAAAAAAAAAc/lXekCnhAPZE/s1600-h/Scan23.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="Toga"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053279236339529090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiDasSjf9YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T5Tvr4ooZS4/s200/Scan21.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="Corporate"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053276590639674722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiDYSSjf9WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/s9rDTpxhB64/s200/Scan22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="Creative"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053277780345615730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiDZXijf9XI/AAAAAAAAAA0/RN5GFNPqmGw/s200/Scan23.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the stupid thing is: I cut my hair before the shoot. I kinda regretted it, yeah. Oh well, what's done is done. ^__^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See yah 'round!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/21132949-7088241460204506863?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7088241460204506863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=7088241460204506863&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7088241460204506863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7088241460204506863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/grad-pics-with-not-so-creative-creatve.html' title='Grad Pics with not-so-creative Creative Shot.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiDasSjf9YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/T5Tvr4ooZS4/s72-c/Scan21.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-3104341112474767194</id><published>2007-04-14T08:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:03:05.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ian's bday</title><content type='html'>Last night was Ian's birthday (my bestfriend's brother which is my sister's bestfriend, haha). We just ate, then went straight to Glenn's to drink, as usual, where we all hang-out. Actually, this past few days they have been drinking a lot, they were asking me if I wanted to drink, I always refuse. (They were totally surprised, btw. haha!) Last night, was the first time I drank in months. Anyway, it was a lot of fun, we took lots of pictures. Actually, it was just me, my since-fetus bestfriend, Mae and my other &lt;em&gt;kada&lt;/em&gt;, David. Then later, with my other bestfriend Pao. We also have a video singing Jessica Simpson's Public Affair (which is David's favorite =p), but this blasted computer deleted it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4Zyjf9aI/AAAAAAAAABM/pnCNIpQTMSg/s1600-h/DSC00161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053663747581670818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt=" Still Normal" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4Zyjf9aI/AAAAAAAAABM/pnCNIpQTMSg/s200/DSC00161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4aSjf9dI/AAAAAAAAABk/z-hfQypGhyk/s1600-h/DSC00170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053663756171605458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Blind. Mute. Deaf." src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4aSjf9dI/AAAAAAAAABk/z-hfQypGhyk/s200/DSC00170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4aSjf9cI/AAAAAAAAABc/oKrbhhxyIGQ/s1600-h/DSC00168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053663756171605442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Surprise!" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4aSjf9cI/AAAAAAAAABc/oKrbhhxyIGQ/s200/DSC00168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4aCjf9bI/AAAAAAAAABU/A-QNFFBpUSM/s1600-h/DSC00163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053663751876638130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Try pouting." src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4aCjf9bI/AAAAAAAAABU/A-QNFFBpUSM/s200/DSC00163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI44yjf9hI/AAAAAAAAACE/UztxOf7ZplY/s1600-h/DSC00182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053664280157615634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Yum!" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI44yjf9hI/AAAAAAAAACE/UztxOf7ZplY/s200/DSC00182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI44yjf9gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ke5_18iyFds/s1600-h/DSC00181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053664280157615618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Both boys." src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI44yjf9gI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ke5_18iyFds/s200/DSC00181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI44ijf9fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XIs1eLicCjs/s1600-h/DSC00180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053664275862648306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="David's Things" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI44ijf9fI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XIs1eLicCjs/s200/DSC00180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI5sijf9jI/AAAAAAAAACU/NgiAJgbIs5M/s1600-h/DSC00172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053665169215845938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Muscles" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI5sijf9jI/AAAAAAAAACU/NgiAJgbIs5M/s200/DSC00172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI76Sjf9oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OruYHU7kB54/s1600-h/DSC00177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053667604462302850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Shocking!" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI76Sjf9oI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OruYHU7kB54/s200/DSC00177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI7fCjf9nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s1EDjazIkbI/s1600-h/DSC00178.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053667136310867570" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="My Fave Chocolate Cake." src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI7fCjf9nI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s1EDjazIkbI/s200/DSC00178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI6BSjf9lI/AAAAAAAAACk/4gDZCyCLJJs/s1600-h/DSC00184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053665525698131538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="With Pao" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI6BSjf9lI/AAAAAAAAACk/4gDZCyCLJJs/s200/DSC00184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI6BCjf9kI/AAAAAAAAACc/Crw22OW5q6M/s1600-h/DSC00188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="Bored" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="What you do when you're bored." src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI6BCjf9kI/AAAAAAAAACc/Crw22OW5q6M/s200/DSC00188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;guess this is the only way to post it. ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/21132949-3104341112474767194?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3104341112474767194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=3104341112474767194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3104341112474767194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3104341112474767194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/ians-bday.html' title='Ian&apos;s bday'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vqInf8I-5RA/RiI4Zyjf9aI/AAAAAAAAABM/pnCNIpQTMSg/s72-c/DSC00161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-8754434056597818117</id><published>2007-04-04T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:29:58.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>affected? stop it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dunno what to feel now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how this person, which i don't even know, is aware that i would be affected of what he's given me. Does he really know, or is it just a coincidence? goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what a coincidence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's the only thing that i can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;oh, there's another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what the hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that's actually the first thing i said. well, after screaming and freaking out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it's really bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i always don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what do i know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and i'm, like, so affected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of course i'm affected, damn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;though i shouldn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;makes me hard to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;can hear my own heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sighed the longest one ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;shit, man. why be emo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-8754434056597818117?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/8754434056597818117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=8754434056597818117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8754434056597818117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/8754434056597818117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/04/affected-stop-it.html' title='affected? stop it.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-233044764328898127</id><published>2007-03-31T08:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:19:17.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Full Blast!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yehey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already passed my report yesterday. Though the Dean wasn't there, we just left it on her desk. She just have to sign my final permit, I guess. We're going to my school on monday to do it. But other than that, everything is okay...for the meantime. On &lt;strong&gt;April 12&lt;/strong&gt;, we've got an &lt;strong&gt;orientation&lt;/strong&gt;, this is just for the grad students and then on the&lt;strong&gt; 19th&lt;/strong&gt; i think is the&lt;strong&gt; Baccalaureate Mass&lt;/strong&gt;. My friend, &lt;strong&gt;Mhae&lt;/strong&gt;, said that no one in our friends has attended the Retreat. She said maybe because everybody seems to be busy with their internship. So that's my sked. Not too packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, I'm going to watch, Full Blast!!&lt;/strong&gt; ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my older sister, &lt;strong&gt;Nanay&lt;/strong&gt;, wanted me to watch&lt;strong&gt; One Tree Hill&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;well, because of Luke! haha&lt;/em&gt;), &lt;strong&gt;Criminal Minds&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;because she said there's this cute nerd there which she totally like and she wanted it to share with me. Oh-kay.)&lt;/em&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; CSI&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;we just love that show. Watching it over coffee and cigs, but now &lt;u&gt;she'll be the only one smoking&lt;/u&gt;.  Good girl!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger sister, &lt;strong&gt;Manx,&lt;/strong&gt; wanted me to watch &lt;strong&gt;It Started With A Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;, a taiwanese drama. My mom actually got lots of this Kdramas, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh, maybe I really have missed lots of TV programs, &lt;em&gt;my sisters wanted me to watch everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want eggs and cheese.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-233044764328898127?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/233044764328898127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=233044764328898127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/233044764328898127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/233044764328898127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/03/watch-full-blast.html' title='Watch Full Blast!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-3265042530019870609</id><published>2007-03-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:54:08.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Korean dramas, report and the real world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel totally lazy today. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don't I always?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to do my practicum report. Well, I still did some of it. I just have to print it now and wait for Christian's email for some of the files and print the photos. I know it's not really good, but seriously, I'm not in the mood. Been a week and still not in the mood to do all these report. Stupid me I put all the brochures and the things-that-would-make-my-report-better in the package, which is I bet still in Singapore now. My friends are a bit busy so they might haven't sent it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did today, checked my mail, chatted, ate, watched Korean drama, slept, checked my friendster, did some report, ate and ate. Am I too lazy or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I watched My Lovely Kim Sam Soon and I've been laughing alone and crying alone. It was real lovely. I actually told myself not to watch another Korean drama (after watching the whole of Princess Hours) because I need to focus on my report, but what the hell, I just couldn't help it. Oh, whatever! I'm nearly done with my report anyway and come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;What the hell are you thinking?!&lt;/em&gt; --&gt;Oh, Noname's back!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm &lt;strong&gt;graduating&lt;/strong&gt; in my course &lt;u&gt;Bachelor of Science in Tourism&lt;/u&gt;. Yay! 4 years = &lt;strong&gt;done!&lt;/strong&gt; Now, I have to look forward to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;real world&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm &lt;strong&gt;totally scared&lt;/strong&gt; of entering that world. Seriously. I don't think I'm ready yet. Yeah, I know I've experienced working, but on that one, I know I'm still a student. After &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;April 20&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, my life would be totally different and I'm expected to be &lt;em&gt;more responsible&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;more mature&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;more independent&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;What the hell are you thinking?!? --&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Oh yeah, he's back alright. I forgot I left him here in the Philippines.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, what the hell am I thinking? I'm being &lt;strong&gt;childish&lt;/strong&gt;. Maybe, I'm just &lt;strong&gt;too scared&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh well, no use for that now, everybody has to undergo this situation anyway. I shouldn't be thinking this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-kay.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have to go.&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;eat again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh my...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-3265042530019870609?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/3265042530019870609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=3265042530019870609&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3265042530019870609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/3265042530019870609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/03/korean-dramas-report-and-real-world.html' title='Korean dramas, report and the real world.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-2051922557997288984</id><published>2007-03-23T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T19:31:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Home Sweet Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yes, I’m back to where I came from.&lt;br /&gt;It’s a very nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came back last &lt;strong&gt;Sunday, March 18 2007&lt;/strong&gt;. (But why did I update just now? Hehe.) Our flight was 1140 am. &lt;u&gt;It was very sweet of my friends to us off at the airport. Some couldn’t make it but still they sent us a message, they didn’t forget.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried a lot at the airport. Hehe. It was all mixed feelings at that point of time. Actually, I felt that on my last week in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we were inside the plane, Chai, Jen and I were still crying, haha. Can’t help it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reached Clark, I saw my mom and my younger sister there. My mom hugged me and I can really see how happy she is. My younger sister, well, I asked her to take my things, haha! Mean sister. I’m very happy to see them. My dad and brother were in the car. From Pampanga to Manila was a really long journey. I slept in car, with all of the things beside me. Surprisingly, my mom took all those things away. She hasn’t done that in years, you know. The last time that I remember was when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching home, I got very excited. I was very happy to see my nephew, Jaco. I thought he would be aloof on me, but turns out he became friendly as he’s growing up. My elder sister and my brother-in-law were also there. &lt;em&gt;I was totally screaming and I was very very loud.&lt;/em&gt; My brother-in-law said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I realized, when Jesa (Ria) wasn’t here, the house was awfully quiet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, now that I came back, there will be someone who will shout, scream, make noise, dance around, be very talkative inside the house. Haha! I know my family found it very pathetic, but they got used to me. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also saw my friends and my two bestfriends. I was screaming (again) when I saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at our house, I thought I grew tall. I got used to the hostel, it’s got lots of space. The gap from the ceiling to the wall is quite big and it’s spacious. Our house has got lots of things inside, considering my nephew’s got a lot of toys in every part of the house. I looked at my room (I share it with my younger sis and cousin), the arrangement is different. Two beds were put together, there’s a big study table to where my bed used to be. But my artworks (artworks?! Haha!) are still there. The Japanese lyrics are still there; my own memo board is still there. My closet is full of bags and my clothes which I didn’t bring, a lot of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;That day, I felt everything was new for me. But it feels so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I went to my school to arrange lots of things. Graduation pictures, practicum report, see our profs and dean. For 4 straight days, I did that. This is the only time that I got full rest as I got very busy and I will still be busy, I’m not done with my report. Oh my goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I felt really tired.&lt;/em&gt; Earlier, as I was watching a Korean drama (at last! Haha!), I felt sleeping but I couldn’t close my eyes, and then my head hurts, my back aches, my legs were screaming in pain. But then, I felt bored that I wasn’t doing any work. Oh, I don’t know! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven’t got the chance to say thank you to everyone (I did on the tag board though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thank you very much for everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of my friends in Singapore, thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You’ve been very friendly and nice to me, you guys helped me in lots of ways. When I’m bored, down, sad, and homesick; when I’m happy, you guys are all there for me and for Chai. Sorry if I ever do hurt you guys and thanks a lot, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I miss you guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-2051922557997288984?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/2051922557997288984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=2051922557997288984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/2051922557997288984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/2051922557997288984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-7181925363866434879</id><published>2007-03-08T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T15:23:48.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Days Left...</title><content type='html'>So &lt;strong&gt;fast&lt;/strong&gt;, right? The six months that I've spent here in Singapore. I actually didn't wan't to talk about it but maybe I just needed to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It has been one hell of an experience here&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not bad though. In fact, I had &lt;u&gt;lots of fun&lt;/u&gt;. Though I've had lots of problems here and there, bad experiences, to me, everything that has happened here was one of the best things I have in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am so gonna miss this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people asks me if I'm &lt;u&gt;ever coming back&lt;/u&gt;. I actually don't know how to answer. I guess I wanted to, though I'm not really sure if it's really gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, asked me if &lt;u&gt;I'm looking forward to go home&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Of course&lt;/em&gt;. But leaving is still hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess there's always what you call &lt;strong&gt;mixed feelings&lt;/strong&gt;. Knowing me, a very &lt;u&gt;indecisive&lt;/u&gt; person, now I really don't know how or what to feel. Ask me about this, the answer would always be "&lt;strong&gt;I don't know."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell. I've been &lt;em&gt;too emotional&lt;/em&gt;. I can't be emo like my sister. She's emo enough for me to be like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's also one thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone taught me to just&lt;strong&gt; feel what I feel&lt;/strong&gt;. If I'm happy, I have to be &lt;u&gt;honest&lt;/u&gt; with it. You know, I'm scared of being &lt;u&gt;too happy&lt;/u&gt;, right? And if I feel that way, I actually refrain myself from feeling it. Because &lt;strong&gt;I'm scared that I will be crying&lt;/strong&gt; after that. But now, I've been thinking that &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. If you're happy, &lt;em&gt;so be it&lt;/em&gt;. Don't stop yourself from feeling it. &lt;u&gt;Don't restrain yourself from doing the things that'll make you happy&lt;/u&gt;. You'll just be hurting yourself more if you do. Plus, &lt;em&gt;you might regret it&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's it. No more emo stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-7181925363866434879?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/7181925363866434879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=7181925363866434879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7181925363866434879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/7181925363866434879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/03/days-left.html' title='The Days Left...'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-117108886986453556</id><published>2007-02-10T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T14:38:15.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Stupid Can You Get? ^_^</title><content type='html'>Some of my stupidity...haha!&lt;br /&gt;It's a little funny...&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno...&lt;br /&gt;Hehe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just last monday, Farid treated us to breakfast. Roanna bought cups of coffee, milo, some toasts and half-boiled eggs. Roanna ate her share first as she has to go and work, when it was my turn, I prepared my food and started peeling off the eggs. Roanna saw me doing these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roanna:&lt;/strong&gt; "What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ugh, eating?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roanna:&lt;/strong&gt; *laughing* "You're so funny, Ria, &lt;u&gt;you don't peel off the shell of the egg as it was half boiled."&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; "Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roanna:&lt;/strong&gt; "You just have to &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crack it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and the egg white will come out, as for the yolk, you have to scoop it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: "Oh, that's why i thought it's &lt;em&gt;too watery&lt;/em&gt;..." *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roanna:&lt;/strong&gt; *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes, I dunno if I'm deaf or just a little stupid...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Nadiyah, Sulaiha and I just finished work and we're going to Helen's bday celebration. As we were walking, we talked about things. This is one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sulaiha:&lt;/strong&gt; "So Ria, &lt;u&gt;when are you leaving&lt;/u&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kembangan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;." *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sulaiha:&lt;/strong&gt; "O-kay... yeah, in &lt;em&gt;Kembangan&lt;/em&gt; but, &lt;strong&gt;WHEN&lt;/strong&gt; are you leaving?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria:&lt;/strong&gt; *freak out* "&lt;strong&gt;OMG,&lt;/strong&gt; I'm so sorry, I thought you said&lt;strong&gt; WHERE&lt;/strong&gt; am I living. I'm leaving on March 18" *blush*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are also some from my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, Chai and I were eating at around 12 am, it was so late and we were too sleepy but we stayed up because we're hungry. Jen got all the food and plate then sat down but she forgot to bring the utensils. We were all too lazy to get up but since I was the only one who did nothing, she asked me to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;: "Hey Ria, kuha ka nga ng &lt;strong&gt;foon and spork&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chai and Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: *dumbfounded*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria&lt;/strong&gt;: *frowning* "Ha? baka naman &lt;strong&gt;spoon and fork&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chai&lt;/strong&gt;:*lol* "Ito naman, di ko na nga pinansin eh, sinabi mo pa rin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen&lt;/strong&gt;: "Ay, sori. Antok na antok na kasi ako eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ria: &lt;/strong&gt;"Palusot ka pa." *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;That's what we do on our free time... haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-117108886986453556?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/117108886986453556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=117108886986453556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/117108886986453556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/117108886986453556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-stupid-can-you-get.html' title='How Stupid Can You Get? ^_^'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-117073999835927489</id><published>2007-02-06T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:39:02.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I miss the most.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Back home, when I'm cleaning the house on a saturday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(and only on saturdays but NOT every saturday.)&lt;/em&gt; I always listen to L'arc-en-ciel or any Jpop/Jrock music that I have. And I always use this detergent "&lt;u&gt;white wash&lt;/u&gt;" &lt;em&gt;(it smells good..haha!)&lt;/em&gt; to clean&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; So everytime I smell something like that detergent, I always have this nostalgic feeling. Pathetic, huh? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I love saturday mornings. They feel different unlike the other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like to draw&lt;/strong&gt;. Then the good ones &lt;em&gt;(well, what I consider as one),&lt;/em&gt; I paste it in my GalleRia. Now, they're&lt;u&gt; still pasted&lt;/u&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I hope).&lt;/em&gt; I asked my monkey sister to take it out if it's raining, 'cause sometimes, there's a leak on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love our computer&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially when I don't have classes, I would wake up around 11am, get something to eat. Example, &lt;strong&gt;boiled egg mixed in a bowl of rice with soy sauce and salt&lt;/strong&gt;, it's so easy to do. haha! Then, &lt;u&gt;I'd pig out in front of the computer&lt;/u&gt;; do my friendster, FaerieWings, watch videos and animes, listen to my music, edit my photos, search for languages, blah blah. I'd do that until 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love watching Korean movies/TV series&lt;/strong&gt;. I'd watch them &lt;u&gt;with my mom and monkey sister&lt;/u&gt; from when my mom gets home from work &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;(around 8pm)&lt;/em&gt; til midnight&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;em&gt;On saturdays or sundays, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;u&gt;that would be from around 5-6 til midnight&lt;/u&gt;. My monkey sis and I are &lt;strong&gt;very expressive when we watch&lt;/strong&gt; so we're totally noisy. But when good parts are there, my monkey sis would comment so loud then I'd say, &lt;strong&gt;"Shhh!!!! Wait till the good part ends!",&lt;/strong&gt; then we'll both squeal after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love watching animes&lt;/strong&gt;. That's where I started liking &lt;u&gt;Jpop/Jrock.&lt;/u&gt; I said I'm very expressive when watching, right? So, I &lt;strong&gt;laugh&lt;/strong&gt; aloud on funny parts, I &lt;strong&gt;cry&lt;/strong&gt; on sad parts, I get &lt;strong&gt;excited and angry&lt;/strong&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;squeal on cute bishies&lt;/strong&gt;. Then my elder sister would say, "&lt;strong&gt;You find those cartoon guys attractive?!&lt;/strong&gt;", and I'm like, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hell Yeah!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"...Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss eating graham cake&lt;/strong&gt;. I love doing it on occasions. On my birthday, Christmas, New Year, etc. I &lt;u&gt;don't like cooking&lt;/u&gt; because &lt;strong&gt;I'm not patient&lt;/strong&gt; in waiting for the food to be cooked. I liked baking but I don't really do it, &lt;strong&gt;don't have time&lt;/strong&gt; and I'm &lt;strong&gt;too lazy&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Graham cake is the easiest cake for me to do&lt;/u&gt;. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss jamming with my sisters&lt;/strong&gt;. Both of them know how to play the guitar. My elder sis taught me&lt;u&gt; since I was in 5th grade but I didn't learn&lt;/u&gt; 'til now. My monkey sis learned to play &lt;u&gt;before me&lt;/u&gt;. Sometimes, when we don't have classes,&lt;strong&gt; we sing together&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Either one of them will play the guitar&lt;/u&gt;. We usually sing My Girl and Itsy Bitsy spider when Jaco's around or flip on the song book. My sisters would feel different if &lt;u&gt;I'm the one playing the guitar&lt;/u&gt;, we always stop in the middle of the song because it &lt;strong&gt;takes lots of times for me to get the chords right&lt;/strong&gt;. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss rolling on my parents' bed&lt;/strong&gt;. I get home late from school because it takes 1 hr 30 min of travelling. Either my parents are home or I'll be home before them, then I'll go upstairs in their room &lt;u&gt;then just talk to them&lt;/u&gt;, while rolling on their bed. Or I'd take Jaco with me and play with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss going out with my friends there&lt;/strong&gt;. Just sit in front of my house at night and talk and laugh and take photos. I miss &lt;u&gt;walking with my bestfriend&lt;/u&gt; from humps to humps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those are some of the things that I miss. I know I'm gonna be doing that again soon. If get back home, I'm sure to write what I miss most here in Singapore. hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-117073999835927489?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/117073999835927489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=117073999835927489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/117073999835927489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/117073999835927489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-i-miss-most.html' title='What I miss the most.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-117073591255350529</id><published>2007-02-06T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:25:12.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What have I been doing?</title><content type='html'>What have I been doing here...&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously,&lt;br /&gt;I'm meeting lots of people.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly good people, some are bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to some places with my friends here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fun.&lt;br /&gt;With them.&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've experienced lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;And it would be good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lost some things.&lt;br /&gt;I've been crying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing home.&lt;br /&gt;Soon, I will be home.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I'll miss this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-117073591255350529?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/117073591255350529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=117073591255350529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/117073591255350529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/117073591255350529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-have-i-been-doing.html' title='What have I been doing?'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-116486742494948142</id><published>2006-11-30T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T14:19:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Linya...</title><content type='html'>Hehe..^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, these are one of my most favorite blog posts..&lt;br /&gt;Funny Quotes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First one is from &lt;strong&gt;Faizal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at Seah Im one time after our work. Then beside our table are the people from Attractions. They were all happy, laughing; they were really having fun. We were also laughing with them. Some of the people were looking at them (us). Then Faizal said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faizal:&lt;/strong&gt; "That's why they were called Attractions (Department), because&lt;u&gt; they attract attention&lt;/u&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is from &lt;strong&gt;Chai.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl has been in some situation where she said, "Umalis ako ng mahal na mahal kita, at babalik ako ng mahal na mahal pa rin kita." &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;(I really love you when I left you and when I come back, I will still love you.)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;{mali 'yung translation, p'ro 'yaan mo na!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;mali&gt;&lt;mali&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we talked about it and stuff. After a week or two, Chai was at the hostel with Muymuy, Rona and Albert. They were talking about love lives and &lt;em&gt;kachorvahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rona:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Bakla, lam mo ginamit ko un linya mo na, 'Umalis ako ng mahal na mahal kita, at babalik ako ng mahal na mahal pa rin kita.'&lt;/em&gt; Sorry &lt;em&gt;bakla..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chai:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muymuy:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Ay, bakla ako rin ginamit ko yun."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Ay, ako rin!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chai:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sweatdrop*/*blush*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry, I don't mean any harm on these things. Peace out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MuchLove!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-116486742494948142?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/116486742494948142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=116486742494948142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/116486742494948142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/116486742494948142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/11/mga-linya.html' title='Mga Linya...'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-116486514554161544</id><published>2006-11-30T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:39:05.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Photos</title><content type='html'>Ok. So here are the other photos which was taken at Palawan Beach at Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;(Yup, and there is Palawan in the Philippines).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was my rest day but I went to Sentosa to do my project. After that Jen and I went to Palawan Beach to meet with Luther and Ate Bev. They were planning to go swimming but Jen changed her mind. Anyway, we were still there. ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the photos!&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Palawan%20Beach%20at%20Sentosa/?action=view&amp;current=PIC_0780.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Click Here to View the Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-116486514554161544?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/116486514554161544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=116486514554161544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/116486514554161544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/116486514554161544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/11/another-photos.html' title='Another Photos'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-116429896263842899</id><published>2006-11-24T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T13:06:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictorial</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kamusta naman&lt;/em&gt;!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of my photos....&lt;br /&gt;Some, I added at my Friendster photos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Singapore/?action=view&amp;amp;current=38702530921422l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Click here to view the photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salamat!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingats po!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-116429896263842899?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/116429896263842899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=116429896263842899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/116429896263842899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/116429896263842899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictorial.html' title='Pictorial'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-115934521020976971</id><published>2006-09-27T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T16:20:10.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapura!</title><content type='html'>Hello hello!&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I miss mcdo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to adapt...&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, &lt;em&gt;masakit lang yung paa ko kakatayo..hehe!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I meet lots of people, so enjoy pa rin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'til here &lt;em&gt;muna...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;message me!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-115934521020976971?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/115934521020976971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=115934521020976971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115934521020976971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115934521020976971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/09/singapura.html' title='Singapura!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-115634321233705654</id><published>2006-08-23T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:26:52.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mom's really funny sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home from Galleria, my mom, brother and I were talking inside the jeep about the phone and internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie&lt;/strong&gt;: "Ma! &lt;em&gt;Paayos mo na 'yung&lt;/em&gt; fone.&lt;em&gt; Sabihin mo nahihirapang gumawa ng&lt;/em&gt; thesis &lt;em&gt;yung anak mo dahil walang&lt;/em&gt; internet." *snickers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;E di doon ka na lang sa labas mag&lt;/em&gt;-internet. &lt;em&gt;Sa mga&lt;/em&gt; net cafe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; *makes face* "&lt;em&gt;Ehhh! 'yoko don! Magbabayad pa 'ko, wala nga akong&lt;/em&gt; pera. 'chaka 'di ako &lt;strong&gt;at home&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Pa'no ka naman magiging&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;at home&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;eh wala ka naman sa bahay mo&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; *sweatdrop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big brutha':&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Yun 'yun eh&lt;/em&gt;!" *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiritual healing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the morning. Both of us were in her room. She was preparing for her work. We were talking about salaries and how magastos we are and stuff and since we joined a religious group, I said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; "Ma, &lt;em&gt;kailangan mo talaga ng&lt;/em&gt; spiritual guidance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Bakit&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Para maging&lt;/em&gt; spiritually healthy&lt;em&gt; ka&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; "Spiritually healthy &lt;em&gt;naman ako eh. 'Yung mga kasama ko lang talaga dito sa bahay eh mga&lt;/em&gt; evil spirits, &lt;em&gt;puro gastos&lt;/em&gt;!" *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; *rolling on the bed, lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Yung mga hirit yun eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and I were talking about her problems. On money, job, children (&lt;u&gt;hehe...again and again&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;: "&lt;em&gt;Ewan ko ba! Nung mga bata pa kami, kami na ang gumagawa ng mga&lt;/em&gt; household chores &lt;em&gt;namin, di na kami inuutusan. Nagkukusa na kami, bakit kayo kailangan n'yo pang utusan? Ang lalaki n'yo na eh.&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; *sighs* " Ma, &lt;em&gt;ganon talaga.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Syempre kayo wala naman kayong helper n'on. Eh sinanay mo kami na may&lt;/em&gt; helper&lt;em&gt; kaya yun&lt;/em&gt;." *chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; *hiss/chuckles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; "...&lt;em&gt;kaya talagang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;spoonfeeding&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;na simula pa noon&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; *raising her hands* "&lt;em&gt;Hay naku! &lt;strong&gt;Itatago ko na lang yung mga kutsara&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;..!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! It just means that even though we have problems, we have to be strong and just laugh it off! (connected &lt;em&gt;ba&lt;/em&gt;? hehe)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-115634321233705654?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/115634321233705654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=115634321233705654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115634321233705654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115634321233705654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/08/mama-mania.html' title='Mama Mania'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-115426830061465168</id><published>2006-07-30T21:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T22:12:53.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O.R. (Operation Room)</title><content type='html'>I went to the hospital last wednesday for my follow up check up (?). But Dr. Arnold wasn't there. The nurse said he's in the &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O.R.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; But he'll come back by 8 or 9 pm. So I just went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dinner, my sisters and I talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Pumunta ako dun sa&lt;/em&gt; Rosario &lt;em&gt;pero wala si&lt;/em&gt; Dr. Arnold &lt;em&gt;nasa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;O.R. &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Saan&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Sa&lt;/em&gt; O.R. &lt;em&gt;Sa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Operation Room&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Tanga&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;OPERATING Room&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*sweatdrop*&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Ay&lt;/em&gt;, sorry..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-115426830061465168?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/115426830061465168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=115426830061465168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115426830061465168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115426830061465168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/07/or-operation-room.html' title='O.R. 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COLOR: black"&gt;How to make a ria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 parts pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 parts energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little cocktail umbrella and a dash of wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php" method="post"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-115267219919273853?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/115267219919273853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=115267219919273853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115267219919273853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115267219919273853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/07/ria-concoction.html' title='Ria Concoction'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-115140432006800795</id><published>2006-06-27T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T18:35:11.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Posted out of Joy</title><content type='html'>Yehey! &lt;em&gt;gumagalaw na yung&lt;/em&gt; Electric fan &lt;em&gt;namen&lt;/em&gt;! (&lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; computer room ah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*death glares*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faerie: okay...i know...pathetic. *bows her head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-115140432006800795?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/115140432006800795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=115140432006800795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115140432006800795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115140432006800795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/06/posted-out-of-joy.html' title='Posted out of Joy'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-115098049284405551</id><published>2006-06-22T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:14:42.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey's Birthday Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(Belated) Happy Birthday Monkey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm lazy right now.&lt;br /&gt;The pictures?&lt;br /&gt;Look it up at my Photobucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Monkey%20Bday/?action=view&amp;current=IanRabbit.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please Click Here To View The Pictures From My Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Monkey%20Bday%20from%20Glenners/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC05224.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please Click Here To View The Pictures From Glenners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So..the photos on Glenn's is incomplete. It's freaking huge that's why it takes a lot of time to be uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm too lazy to even write about the happenings. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-115098049284405551?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/115098049284405551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=115098049284405551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115098049284405551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115098049284405551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/06/monkeys-birthday-bash.html' title='Monkey&apos;s Birthday Bash'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-115068030221327954</id><published>2006-06-19T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T16:35:27.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Cosplay Experience</title><content type='html'>Pao, Monkey and I went to &lt;strong&gt;The 5th Philippine Toys, Hobbies and Collectibles Convention&lt;/strong&gt; held at Megatrade last June 17, 2006. It was a fun experience for me since it was my first time attending a cosplay contest&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; I wasn't a cosplayer, it was Pao. Although, 2 days before the convention he was planning to play another character, still a Ragna character I'm just not familiar with &lt;em&gt;(since I don't play Ragnarok).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning of June 17, he said he would be playing as a &lt;strong&gt;Mobster&lt;/strong&gt;. He borrowed white towels and such. He even bought goggles worth P350, just for that. He would love to back-out hours before the &lt;strong&gt;"show"&lt;/strong&gt;, but Monkey and I stopped him. Besides, &lt;em&gt;sayang naman yun&lt;/em&gt;. It was his first cosplay experience. I told him, &lt;em&gt;"It's not about winning, it is to experience the beauty of cosplaying."&lt;/em&gt; hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun, and I wondered if I could do that, too. The cosplaying, I mean. But I said, &lt;strong&gt;"Nah, I don't have the guts to be on stage...but instead...I'll make Pao and Glenn join the contest!"&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha! I would just help them with the costumes. &lt;strong&gt;*big grin*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was overwhelmed when I was there, I asked lots of cosplayers to have a picture with me. These cosplayers were very kind to oblige. How creative these cosplayers are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the pictures:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/WithCosplayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="With Ragnarok Cosplayers" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/WithCosplayers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Cosplayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="They're all so cool and cute!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Cosplayers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Byakuya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="How I love Kuchiki Byakuya!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Byakuya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Gravitation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Too bad...Yuki Eiri's not here! But Oh well..." src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Gravitation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/FMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Edward Elric of Full Metal Alchemist" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/FMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/LAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="LAG Buddies!!!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/LAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Mobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Mobster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, lovely pictures, right? &lt;em&gt;Kailangan talaga kasama ako eh&lt;/em&gt;...ehehehe!!^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;Kulang yung&lt;/em&gt; photos. I dunno what the heck is wrong. So just look for the other photos at my Photobucket. Sorry, and I'm so not &lt;em&gt;tinatamad&lt;/em&gt;. *grin*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Cosplay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=FootsiesAchingStillPosing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Please Click here to view the Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-115068030221327954?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/115068030221327954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=115068030221327954&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115068030221327954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/115068030221327954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-cosplay-experience.html' title='First Cosplay Experience'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114985162717738990</id><published>2006-06-09T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T19:23:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagaytay Lunch</title><content type='html'>We went to Tagaytay today. My cousin’s parents arrived from Davao. I don’t know but maybe they wanted to visit some of the places near my cousin’s house.  Also, it's like a (mini) reunion. I haven't seen them since my visit from Surigao del Sur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:00 am, Monkey went to the room to wake me up, asking me if I wanted to go to Tagaytay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Ate, gusto mong pumunta ng&lt;/em&gt; Tagaytay?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*groggy*&lt;/strong&gt; “Huh?” &lt;strong&gt;*eyes closed*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Gusto mo bang pumunta ng&lt;/em&gt; Tagaytay?” &lt;strong&gt;*excited*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Sino kasama&lt;/em&gt;?” &lt;strong&gt;*frowning*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Si &lt;/em&gt;Papa.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “Huh? &lt;em&gt;Anong oras&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*frantically looking for her towel and clothes*&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Ngayon na&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;O sige, maligo ka na&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;strong&gt; *still not getting up*&lt;br /&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; “…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there. While bathing, my dad shouted, “Josette, &lt;em&gt;san ka na&lt;/em&gt;?” so I panicked because we weren’t finished yet. He went out and I hurried up, put a towel on my body and went after him (&lt;em&gt;dun lang naman sa loob, sa&lt;/em&gt; gate), I said, “Pa, &lt;em&gt;wait lang&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manx and I were totally rushing because my dad didn’t like waiting and well, we didn’t want to be left behind. We were like…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “Josette, &lt;em&gt;bilisan mo&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*inside the bathroom*&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Nasaan na si Papa&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*rush*&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Nasa labas na. Bilisan mo&lt;/em&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Naligo ka na ba&lt;/em&gt;?” &lt;strong&gt;*suspicious*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;OO NAMAN NOH&lt;/em&gt;!” &lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=21132949#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Bilis mo naman&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;P*ny*t*, bilisan mo&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Nasan na si&lt;/em&gt; Papa?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;P*ny*t*, tanong ka ng tanong. Bilisan mo nga&lt;/em&gt;!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manx:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*chuckled*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He he. Yeah, I was cursing already. Hehe. Can’t help it. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I didn't know why we're going there. Basta sumama lang ako. I asked my dad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; "Pa, &lt;em&gt;anong gagawin natin dun&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Papa:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Magtatanghalian&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; ^__^'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so that’s what happened. I realized this is like a &lt;em&gt;pahabol bago magpasukan&lt;/em&gt;. Oh, there’s another &lt;em&gt;pahabol&lt;/em&gt;. My big sister and I agreed &lt;em&gt;na maginuman muna&lt;/em&gt; before &lt;em&gt;pasukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I took pictures at Tagaytay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/Tagaytay/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Click here to view the Pictures in Tagaytay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I got lazy uploading it all here...Hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="" style="mso-footnote-id: ftn1" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=21132949#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;§&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My sister asked me because of all the people in The House, &lt;em&gt;ako ang pinakamabagal maligo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114985162717738990?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114985162717738990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114985162717738990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114985162717738990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114985162717738990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagaytay-lunch.html' title='Tagaytay Lunch'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114897024752587852</id><published>2006-05-30T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T16:22:33.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mall Tour</title><content type='html'>The &lt;strong&gt;Gomez Kada&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(got from Pao, hehe.)&lt;/em&gt; and I went to the Megamall last &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday, May 26&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. We watched X-Men 3: The Last Stand. Mae and I would really like to watch Da Vinci Code, so we told the others about it. But unfortunately, &lt;em&gt;walang&lt;/em&gt; Da Vinci Code&lt;em&gt; dun&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Ano ba panonoorin nila&lt;/em&gt;?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae:&lt;/strong&gt; “X-Men &lt;em&gt;daw&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*make face*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Ehh…&lt;/em&gt;Da Vinci Code &lt;em&gt;na lang tayo.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;O sige ba. Libre mo ‘ko?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Sige.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;turns to the boys&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Oist, manonood na lang kami ni&lt;/em&gt; Mae &lt;em&gt;ng&lt;/em&gt; Da Vinci Code.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*nods*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siops:&lt;/strong&gt; “…k…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a while…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siops:&lt;/strong&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Manonood kayo ng&lt;/em&gt; Da Vinci Code?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; “Yup.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae:&lt;/strong&gt; “Oo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siops&lt;/strong&gt;: “&lt;em&gt;O sige ah, manood kayo&lt;/em&gt;…” &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*malicious grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Glenn:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;“Sige…nandito tayo sa&lt;/em&gt; Megamall &lt;em&gt;eh…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie and Mae&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*gasps*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; “&lt;em&gt;Oo nga pala&lt;/em&gt;!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siops and Glenn&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*LOL*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, the both of us were stuck with those evil people &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*cough Siops and Glenn cough*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; watching &lt;strong&gt;X-Men 3&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was freezing inside; I forgot to bring my jacket. Siops was rubbing my hand but he was freezing too. Hehe. Turns out the movie was really good. &lt;strong&gt;I loved it&lt;/strong&gt;. Especially the last part when Jean Grey said, “Save me.” And Wolverine said, “I love you.”…Aawww, I love that part. &lt;em&gt;(Ha! Spoiler alert..hehe)…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I was a kid, I used to play Marvel VS. Capcom &lt;em&gt;(that’s it, I think. Or was it…Oh well, basta it’s X-men… *grin*)&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt; at Patricia’s house. I remember I always use Storm and Wolverine &lt;em&gt;(you have to pick 2 characters, as far as I can remember).&lt;/em&gt; Watching the movie made me reminisce those days. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that, we went to the arcade. The boys played the boxing thing, and you’ll have your picture taken, &lt;em&gt;tapos susuntukin nila&lt;/em&gt; yung red na punching bag. Mae and I got our picture taken and the boys smashed the red bag real hard. &lt;strong&gt;Owww…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;may galit yata talaga yun samin&lt;/em&gt;. Hehe! Poor red punching bag, all these time getting beat up&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I played the House of the Dead (II?). I was screaming a little. Pressured &lt;em&gt;ako eh&lt;/em&gt;..hehe… we played a few games and took lots of photos. But sad to say, the photos were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;accidentally deleted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I’M SORRY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; The only pictures left were mine, Pao’s and Glenn’s… Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Azayaka(09).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Die, Zombies! Die!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Azayaka%2809%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry David! It was an accident! *smiling nervously*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had fun! That’s what vacation is all about! Woohoo! &lt;em&gt;Sulitin ang bakasyon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114897024752587852?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114897024752587852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114897024752587852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114897024752587852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114897024752587852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/05/mall-tour.html' title='Mall Tour'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114775358547063320</id><published>2006-05-16T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T09:35:26.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch at Pao's House and Mae's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>For two days in a row, we had our &lt;strong&gt;lunch at Pao's house&lt;/strong&gt;. Starts at 12:30 pm, then after lunch we'd go upstairs, to his room and watch movies. His parents went out of town so all that's left was him and Daday, their helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Lunch4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Lunch day 1" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Lunch4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Lunch3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Pao and Ian posed" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Lunch3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are the casts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pao &lt;em&gt;(of course, the owner of the house)&lt;/em&gt;, Mae &lt;em&gt;(birthday celebrant)&lt;/em&gt;, Jesa &lt;em&gt;(that's me!),&lt;/em&gt; Josette, Ian, Glenn, John, David, Lawrence. &lt;em&gt;(Only 3 girls..huh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second day of the &lt;strong&gt;"Salo-salo"&lt;/strong&gt;, it was &lt;strong&gt;Mae's Birthday &lt;em&gt;(Happy Birthday!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and instead of going to Makati for a fun swim, we just celebrated it on Pao's house. &lt;strong&gt;Bagyong Caloy stopped us from having fun.&lt;/strong&gt; It was raining hard and so cold and the sky's gloomy. &lt;em&gt;Aaawww...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought our own food from our own houses. &lt;strong&gt;Glenn and John&lt;/strong&gt; brought the &lt;strong&gt;rice&lt;/strong&gt; as usual, &lt;strong&gt;David&lt;/strong&gt; brought &lt;strong&gt;adobo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(which is my fave. delish!),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mae and Ian&lt;/strong&gt; brought &lt;strong&gt;fried chicken&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Me and Monkey&lt;/strong&gt; brought &lt;strong&gt;menudo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(made by our Big Sis, which Monkey insists that she cut the potatoes and carrots...and that's a big help?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to Pao's house to eat, we went to Glenn's (and John's) house due to some technical difficulties &lt;em&gt;(we're using Pao's PC to watch movies but the VCD won't play)&lt;/em&gt;. So, eating time was delayed and&lt;strong&gt; I was freakin' hungry&lt;/strong&gt;. Almost all of us, actually. &lt;strong&gt;Mae and I&lt;/strong&gt; was groaning and saying, "&lt;em&gt;Ano ba 'yan?! gutom na kami!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pao:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Sandali na lang&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;David:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Ayan, may&lt;/em&gt; ulcer&lt;em&gt; na 'ko&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Ano daw?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*chuckling*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughing her infamous laugh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;May&lt;/em&gt; ulcer &lt;em&gt;na daw sha&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughing with her*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Wala na. Payat na 'ko&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae and Faerie:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughing out loud*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I just tried to forget that I was hungry and took pictures of me and the others..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/RiaAndIan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Faerie and Ian" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/RiaAndIan.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/DavidVanity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="David's Vanity" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/DavidVanity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/PaoRiaPhotoOp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Faerie and Pao" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/PaoRiaPhotoOp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/PaoVanity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Pao's Vanity" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/PaoVanity2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When they were finished, we all said, &lt;strong&gt;"Thank God!"&lt;/strong&gt; and went to Pao's house. &lt;em&gt;(while taking pictures!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Payong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Mae and Me in Payong" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Payong.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Payong2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Payong Kainbigan! haha!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Payong2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sang the Happy Birthday song for &lt;strong&gt;Mae&lt;/strong&gt; and she got all &lt;strong&gt;teary-eyed&lt;/strong&gt; and then we prayed for &lt;strong&gt;God's blessings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/CryBaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Tears of Joy. hehe" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/CryBaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys will be boys.&lt;/strong&gt; They were so fun to watch while eating. &lt;em&gt;Ang dami nila kumain, gaganahan ka rin.&lt;/em&gt; After I ate, I took pictures of them. &lt;strong&gt;Mae and I laughed at the pics, as usual.&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Ian%20and%20Josette%20Eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Ian and Josette, nilalantakan yung menudo!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Ian%20and%20Josette%20Eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Gutom%20Glenn2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Gutom Glenn!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Gutom%20Glenn2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Lunch2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Finished Eating" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Lunch2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Brandon%20Commercial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="David's Glass Commercial" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Brandon%20Commercial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me and Mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/MaeTakaw!??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Mae takaw" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/MaeTakaw%21%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/JesaTakaw!??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Me takaw" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/JesaTakaw%21%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Other Pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Ian%20and%20Josette"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Ian's Show with Guest Josette!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Ian%20and%20Josette%27s%20Show%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Antok%20na%20agad!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Glenn antok agad" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Antok%20na%20agad%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Huminga%20k%20nmn!%20Part2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Huminga ka naman Part 2" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Huminga%20k%20nmn%21%20Part2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Lawrence and the Others" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Lunchtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Simot talaga!!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Lunchtime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Eating%20Pao2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Pao, Huminga ka rin!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Eating%20Pao2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/PaoBusogNa!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Pao parang sawa!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/PaoBusogNa%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Pao%20and%20Mae%20Eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="Pao and Mae. Food Fight?!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Pao%20and%20Mae%20Eating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Hagdan3!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="After Eating!" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Hagdan3%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we watched movies. On the &lt;strong&gt;first day&lt;/strong&gt; we watch &lt;strong&gt;Saw 2&lt;/strong&gt;...ugh! I was so damn scared, I almost tore Glenn's shirt...I was hiding behind him and he got instant massage because I was squeezing his shoulder. It's bloody and I even dreamed of it, the part when this guy threw this girl in a pit full of injection thingies. Ugh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*shaking in disgust*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even though I hid all through out the film, I understood the plot and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;Next film was &lt;strong&gt;A Walk to Remember&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Ahhh..the mushy side of Paolo!&lt;/strong&gt; The film was stored in his PC. I've watched it before and I didn't cry. But I got teary-eyed after seeing it the second time, &lt;strong&gt;the part when Shane West told Mandy Moore's dad, "I'm not going anywhere." or something like that&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the time when Mandy already told him that she's got leukemia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Then I went home because I have to buy Jaco's milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd day, Mae, Glenn, Pao and David rented films. They borrowed &lt;strong&gt;Dodgeball, House of the Dead and Beautiful Mind.&lt;/strong&gt; First we watched &lt;strong&gt;a Beautiful Mind&lt;/strong&gt;, but after a while the Kids &lt;em&gt;(hehe)&lt;/em&gt; got bored, I think. So, Pao changed it to &lt;strong&gt;House of the Dead&lt;/strong&gt;. It wasn't scary at all. Then Monkey and I went home, the rest watched &lt;strong&gt;Dodgeball&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun and I think they did, too. For sure &lt;em&gt;pag may pasok na,&lt;/em&gt; we would see each other a little less often. For sure &lt;strong&gt;Ian will still hang out with Glenn outside our house&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(the usual &lt;strong&gt;tambayan&lt;/strong&gt;),&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Glenn,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kulang sa tulog o hindi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; will still go out, I think. &lt;strong&gt;I would be very busy for I have major subjects to worry about.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Worry?! hehe)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mae&lt;/strong&gt; would be busy, too, I guess. &lt;em&gt;But knowing her, I think she would still find time to go out&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;Monkey&lt;/strong&gt;, she's in college now and maybe she'll still go out but not as often. Like what &lt;strong&gt;Mae said&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;"'Di n'yo na makikita si Josette sa labas."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;John and David,&lt;/strong&gt; maybe they'll still hang out. &lt;strong&gt;Pao&lt;/strong&gt;, I dunno...I think &lt;strong&gt;he had fun last New year that he went out as often as Ian does&lt;/strong&gt;. I guess, he had fun this summer...maybe he'll still go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, whatever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114775358547063320?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114775358547063320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114775358547063320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114775358547063320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114775358547063320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/05/lunch-at-paos-house-and-maes-birthday.html' title='Lunch at Pao&apos;s House and Mae&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114724303008392868</id><published>2006-05-10T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T17:12:02.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming and more swimming!</title><content type='html'>Last sunday..we didn't go to 8 Waves, but we did have an outing. It's my mother's birthday yesterday but we celebrated it last saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Loreland in Antipolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/MeAtHut.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/MeAtHut.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Pool2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Pool2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/RiaFalls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/RiaFalls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Yummy,Lolong,Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Yummy%2CLolong%2CMe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Me and the Hut background.&lt;br /&gt;2nd: (from left to right) Yummy, Nanay (at the back), Marj, Monkey and Faerie&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Me and Falls&lt;br /&gt;4th: Yummy, Lolong and Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but we had lots of fun. Pretty pools. And most were crowded. And as a person with a bad sense of direction, I would get lost if I'll be wandering there alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one pool that we really liked, especially me. It was like a jacuzzi, the water was cool. It was small, but I like it there. Plus, there's no chance that it would get crowded. Though it's small, only a few swims there. Well, they couldn't swim there anyway, you couldn't straight your legs if you were to lie down. And we (my family) think that only a few knows that pool. Oh, and Jaco swam there. In trunks! Too bad we didn't take photos of me, we forgot to bring our fones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/RiaYummyJacuzzi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/RiaYummyJacuzzi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Pool3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Pool3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/SistersOuting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/SistersOuting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: Me and Yummy in the jacuzzi thingie! Oh, how I love to have that in my house!&lt;br /&gt;2nd: Me, sisters and cousins in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Still Me, sisters and cousins in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;4th: Ate Ime, Me and Monkey @ Loreland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we (the Gomez Peeps) are going to Makati (In a pool at the rooftop of my mom's former office building), like what we usually do every summer since, i dunno, 2002 or 2003... You have to have a reservation, so the place is exclusive for us, cool water, may shade pa yung pool, malapit pa, kahit 5 feet lang na straight yung pool...well, di naman din ako talga swimmer. I so like that place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114724303008392868?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114724303008392868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114724303008392868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114724303008392868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114724303008392868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/05/swimming-and-more-swimming.html' title='Swimming and more swimming!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114663717540019023</id><published>2006-05-03T13:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:31:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog, Matabungkay and Puerto Galera dreams!</title><content type='html'>It took me forever (again) to arrange my blog. I just wanted a new color and stuff. I really needed help with these html thingies so I asked my &lt;strong&gt;Monkey sister&lt;/strong&gt; to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's still &lt;strong&gt;underconstruction&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to have a new header. My old header doesn't suit the new thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the music being played is &lt;strong&gt;Canon in D major&lt;/strong&gt;. I was looking for a &lt;strong&gt;Depapepe&lt;/strong&gt; song. More like I was looking for &lt;strong&gt;Summer Parade by Depapepe&lt;/strong&gt; but Monkey told me, "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Asa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." so I just picked this song. She also told me "&lt;em&gt;Wala ka nang bagong post&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friendster account's colors are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The same as &lt;strong&gt;FaerieWings&lt;/strong&gt;. It's summer so I better change it to something summer-y. hehe. Besides my favorite colors are &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I thought maybe I should use &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as the background color but if my posts (font) are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it would be hard for you to read it. Oh well, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been to any beach or pool this summer. The Gomez boys went to Matabungkay and we were left in Gomez dreaming of going to &lt;strong&gt;Puerto Galera (Me, Mae and JV and Josette&lt;/strong&gt;), going there by plane &lt;strong&gt;(a private plane)&lt;/strong&gt;, swimming in a white sand beach, drinking margaritas or tequilas instead of granma or tanduay &lt;strong&gt;(that's what the Gomez boys drank, I think)&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;On the day before their departure, Mae, JV and I were teasing the boys about how we're going to Puerto Galera in a private plane. We were teasing them because we weren't going. &lt;strong&gt;Wala lang, gusto lang mang-asar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Mae and JV:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;O sige, kita-kita na lang tayo pagbalik namen galing&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Puerto galera&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John-john:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;E, diba&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Batangas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;din y&lt;/em&gt;un?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Mae and JV:&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweatdrop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;* "&lt;strong&gt;Batangas&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;din ba 'yun&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mae:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Kasi sabi nito ni&lt;/em&gt; JV &lt;strong&gt;Palawan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JV:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Anong ako? Um-oo lang rin ako eh&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ito nagsabi oh&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*pointing at me*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Malay ko 'ba.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Mae and JV:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;O sige kita-kita na lang sa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Batangas&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Mae and JV:&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;Mauna na kayo, kasi di ba&lt;/em&gt; jeep&lt;em&gt; lang sasakyan nyo? Mamayang&lt;/em&gt; 6&lt;em&gt; pa yung&lt;/em&gt; flight &lt;em&gt;namen eh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pao, David, John:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*faint smiles*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me, Mae and JV:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*laughing out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that &lt;strong&gt;Puerto Galera&lt;/strong&gt; is in &lt;strong&gt;Oriental Mindoro&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To get there, take a bus from Manila to Batangas Pier followed by a 2-hour boat ride from Batangas Pier to Puerto Galera. Puerto Galera is approximately 4-hours from Manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dotpcvc.gov.ph/Packages/Diving%20Package/puerto_galera.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.dotpcvc.gov.ph/Packages/Diving%20Package/puerto_galera.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;em&gt;yun. Nang-asar lang 'ata kami kasi maiiwan kami sa bahay&lt;/em&gt;. But that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;They sure had a lot of fun. &lt;em&gt;Dahil hanggang ngayon nasisingit pa rin yung mga&lt;/em&gt; happenings &lt;em&gt;sa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Matabungkay&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;May 6&lt;/strong&gt;, we're going to &lt;strong&gt;8 Waves&lt;/strong&gt;. That's in &lt;strong&gt;Bulacan&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm kinda excited, I haven't been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114663717540019023?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114663717540019023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114663717540019023&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114663717540019023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114663717540019023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blog-matabungkay-and-puerto-galera.html' title='New Blog, Matabungkay and Puerto Galera dreams!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114663504854958121</id><published>2006-05-03T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:44:08.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banaue Tour!</title><content type='html'>I went to &lt;strong&gt;Banaue&lt;/strong&gt; last &lt;strong&gt;April 5-7&lt;/strong&gt;, but it took me a lot of time to post this one.&lt;br /&gt;What? Uhmm...writer's block? nyaha! Sorry I just got so lazy...&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've got beatiful pics of the place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Viewpoint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Viewpoint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/VP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/VP.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Uwian%20na!??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Uwian%20na%21%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st:&lt;/strong&gt; Me and the closest creatures I have in the College World @ View Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd:&lt;/strong&gt; Me and My Girls @ View Point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd:&lt;/strong&gt; Friends @ the entrance of Banaue Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Photo(61).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Photo%2861%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/View%20from%20the%20Top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/View%20from%20the%20Top.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Photo(58).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Photo%2858%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: That's how the terraces looks like.&lt;br /&gt;2nd: We were on our way to Sagada.&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Still the terraces. Ain't they beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Hanging%20coffins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Hanging%20coffins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/HC3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/HC3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/HC2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/HC2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st:&lt;/strong&gt; The Hanging Coffins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd:&lt;/strong&gt; We went to cave (&lt;em&gt;pro sa&lt;/em&gt; entrance&lt;em&gt; lang&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd:&lt;/strong&gt; Well, that's me. hehe. Those coffins are made of tree trunks, and the corpse are in fetal position. But of course, their all skeletons &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/With%20lola%20ig0r0t.??.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/With%20lola%20ig0r0t.%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Friends%20dancing%20wd%20d%20ifugaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Friends%20dancing%20wd%20d%20ifugaos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Cultural%20Show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Cultural%20Show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st:&lt;/strong&gt; With Lola. I gave her some money, but I didn't know that I have to. My classmate told me "&lt;em&gt;Bigyan mo, kahit &lt;/em&gt;10 pesos. &lt;em&gt;Parang tulong mo na 'yun&lt;/em&gt;." and I was like, "Ah, ok." so I gave her 20. &lt;em&gt;Maliit lang yung nabigay ko..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd:&lt;/strong&gt; That's the cultural show @ the Banaue Hotel. Our last night in Banaue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd:&lt;/strong&gt; My friends and the locals (performers). One of them was our local guide, Kuya Mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Border3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Border3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/VP%20Me!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/VP%20Me%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Overdrive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Overdrive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st:&lt;/strong&gt; I took this pic @ the border of Mt. Province and Ifugao. (At the top, &lt;em&gt;shempre&lt;/em&gt;..hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd:&lt;/strong&gt; My postcard pic @ View Point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd:&lt;/strong&gt; Going to Sagada. Me and My friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Photo(44).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Photo%2844%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Photo(62).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Photo%2862%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Mother%20Mary.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Mother%20Mary.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Photo(45).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Photo%2845%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st:&lt;/strong&gt; Rei and tree. That's in Sagada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd:&lt;/strong&gt; Me and the statue @ Banaue Hotel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd:&lt;/strong&gt; A 20-feet Mother Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th:&lt;/strong&gt; Me and Mhae in front of the Mother Mary statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are still lots of photos but it would take me forever to upload it all.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the trip was &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;. And I've learned a lot about Banaue and &lt;strong&gt;their culture&lt;/strong&gt; as well as the things about the Banaue Rice Terraces. It would really be a shame&lt;em&gt; kung pababayaan lang yung&lt;/em&gt; terraces. I really hope it would last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114663504854958121?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114663504854958121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114663504854958121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114663504854958121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114663504854958121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/05/banaue-tour.html' title='Banaue Tour!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114408400046560961</id><published>2006-04-04T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:02:47.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: whitefont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: October 18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a cohesive force - able to bring many people together for a common cause.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to excel in work situations, but you also facilitate a lot of social gatherings too.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a good leader, you are good at inspiring others.&lt;br /&gt;You also keep your powerful emotions in check - you know when to emote and when to repress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Emotional maturity beyond your years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Wearing yourself down with too many responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Crimson red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Snowflake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: whitefont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Mexican Food&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/mexican-food.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spicy yet dependable.&lt;br /&gt;You pull punches, but people still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindoffoodareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Food Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114408400046560961?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114408400046560961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114408400046560961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114408400046560961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114408400046560961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-quizzes.html' title='More Quizzes'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114408199312303417</id><published>2006-04-04T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:05:13.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzes</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/visionary-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;--&gt;my big sister is a peacemaker soul..is that why we're sisters? hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/flowers.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are both very knowledgeable and creative.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be full of new ideas and potential - big potential.&lt;br /&gt;Ideas like yours could change the world, if you build them.&lt;br /&gt;As long as you don't stop working on your dreams, you'll get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114408199312303417?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114408199312303417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114408199312303417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114408199312303417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114408199312303417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/04/quizzes.html' title='Quizzes'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114320396168759490</id><published>2006-03-24T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:51:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagnanasa...hehe.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so tomorrow will be my last day for this school year.&lt;br /&gt;I really think I’d fail my Pol. Sci. subject.&lt;br /&gt;(*hyper mode* Hooo!!!!!!!!! &lt;strong&gt;EXAMS…OVER&lt;/strong&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;(actually, there’s still &lt;strong&gt;one more left&lt;/strong&gt;…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*back to frustrated mode* hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;And today, I regret the time I went to the washroom after the exam.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not Rei’s fault, really. It’s just that, &lt;em&gt;buo na ang loob ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero wala talaga&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;I missed the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Rei’s really guilty&lt;/strong&gt; about it. But I said &lt;strong&gt;it’s fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(really, it is. ^___^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nanghinayang lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. This is &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;first challenge&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*burning with determination*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*long, deep sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sa ating huling araw, ninais kong makita ka sa huling pagkakataon.&lt;br /&gt;Makuha man lang ang tanging makapag-uugnay sa ating panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hadlang man ang ihip ng hangin ika’y hinanap pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Hadlang man ang dilim, pinilit kang marating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ang tadhana, tayo’y pinaglayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hangad ko lang naman na ako'y mapasa'yo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pathetic.&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/21132949-114320396168759490?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114320396168759490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114320396168759490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114320396168759490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114320396168759490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/03/pagnanasahehe_24.html' title='Pagnanasa...hehe.'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114300177410650220</id><published>2006-03-22T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:34:56.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinbad of the Sea</title><content type='html'>Darn.&lt;br /&gt;Pain.&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baliw.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this play/presentation for our subject &lt;strong&gt;World Literature&lt;/strong&gt;. And boy, it was so darn hard. I'm the director, scriptwriter, costume person (i brought lots of costumes, not just me actually...all of us, &lt;em&gt;pero mukha akong naglayas sa laki ng&lt;/em&gt; bag &lt;em&gt;ko&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/rear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/rear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD COVER&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;FRONT and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;REAR&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;my big sister did the cd cover, i helped her by picking out the right pictures..she knows how to use the photoshop better than me...as i've said before..^__^)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Norzagaray, Bulacan for the shooting. My groupmate, &lt;strong&gt;Carlo,&lt;/strong&gt; is from Bulacan so he recommended the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/ilog.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/ilog.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely place. Very. &lt;em&gt;Sa may ilog, grabe ang lamig ng&lt;/em&gt; water. &lt;em&gt;Kaso di ako nakaligo kase wala akong dalang&lt;/em&gt; toiletries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sobrang init. Kawawa yung mga &lt;/em&gt;classmates&lt;em&gt; ko kase mejo nabababad sila sa araw (kaya nga nasa arawan din ako para&lt;/em&gt; fair&lt;em&gt; eh&lt;/em&gt;...). It's so &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; but you still &lt;strong&gt;can't forget&lt;/strong&gt; about the &lt;strong&gt;pain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/dvd.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/dvd.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(my groupmates inside the jeep and in costume, actually pang-abay yung mga blue na gowns, courtesy of me..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Our first shooting was last Sunday, March 12, &lt;em&gt;inabot kami ng&lt;/em&gt; 11:00 pm &lt;em&gt;at di pa namin natapos&lt;/em&gt;. So, we went back on Wednesday, March 15, &lt;em&gt;kasama yung mga nawalan na ng&lt;/em&gt; group. &lt;em&gt;Pinasama sila sa amin nung&lt;/em&gt; prof, and i was really happy he did that &lt;em&gt;dahil kulang kami sa&lt;/em&gt; characters. &lt;em&gt;Nagkahiwalay na rin kasi yung&lt;/em&gt; group &lt;em&gt;nila&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;The more, the merrier!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first shooting, i cried when we were on our way home. I know all of us are tired, i just couldn't take it. I told Ate Hazel, &lt;strong&gt;"I'm ok. This is just my way of releasing the stress."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All funny, stupid and pathetic things were coming to me at that moment. &lt;strong&gt;Frustration&lt;/strong&gt; (because we're still not done, and because I think I lack that leadership thing), &lt;strong&gt;stress, backaches, muscle pain, hunger, the fear of going home alone&lt;/strong&gt; (I went home with Fria, we took the same bus but i alighted at Galleria) and there's this Sinbad &lt;strong&gt;who's very &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pasaway&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; He's &lt;strong&gt;very good in acting&lt;/strong&gt; and he came to the meeting place &lt;strong&gt;very early.&lt;/strong&gt; He's just &lt;strong&gt;very talkative&lt;/strong&gt;. Ate Hazel was really nice to me. She gave me food and water, face towel. She was really taking care of me. She's not part oft he group, she just wanted to help because they're done taping their play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the second shoot, it was not as difficult as the first one. Because we already know how to do it. The sequence and stuff. &lt;strong&gt;Everybody's listening&lt;/strong&gt;. Although, Sinbad was still talkative, he listens to me and my groupmates. &lt;strong&gt;Everybody's cooperative&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; some even skipped their cl&lt;/strong&gt;ass just for the shoot. I was &lt;strong&gt;very guilty&lt;/strong&gt;. It's like I pushed them on skipping their classes. &lt;strong&gt;I'm really guilty and sorry.&lt;/strong&gt; (Oh, how I hate being the group leader...hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There're lots of things that happened. If i would include the editing, I would really go nuts. The showing of our play is tomorrow, Thursday, March 23. &lt;em&gt;Maraming nasira dun sa&lt;/em&gt; cd, &lt;em&gt;may mga&lt;/em&gt; sounds &lt;em&gt;na nawala, mga boses na hindi naririnig&lt;/em&gt;. But that's ok. Like what we (my Friends) always say: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"IT'S PART OF GROWING UP!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/all.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/all.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[i found out &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;wala pala talagang nasira sa&lt;/em&gt; cd...it was my friend's player &lt;em&gt;yung may tama..hehe..anyway, it's all over...&lt;/em&gt;the audience loved it and my professor gave us 96 for that, he said he loved the cinematography, we got the highest grade..thank God ^__^]&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/21132949-114300177410650220?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114300177410650220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114300177410650220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114300177410650220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114300177410650220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/03/sinbad-of-sea.html' title='Sinbad of the Sea'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-114077651345329252</id><published>2006-02-24T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T18:21:53.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP Fair</title><content type='html'>Last 17th of February, My sisters, my cousins and I went to UP Fair. For the last 5 or 6 years, my big sister was studying there but this is the first time that I went to her school's fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I invited some of my friends but since most of them have classes on the next day, they can't come. The others, they have a hotel tour (so they can't come, too). So, it was just the 5 of us, but it was stiil fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were on the queue (for the entrance), there's this bunch of girls &lt;em&gt;na sumingit&lt;/em&gt;. My big sister got furious so she said: "Excuse me, we're on the line."&lt;br /&gt;One of the girls said: "Ah, we're on the line also."&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister(hehe): "&lt;em&gt;Pero kasi, sumingit kayo eh&lt;/em&gt; so excuse me." then she went to me (&lt;em&gt;kasi sa likod ko sila sumingit&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;And then, knowing my sisters (both the Big and the Monkey) they're mean so they can't help but pick on those silly girls.&lt;br /&gt;My big sister said: "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're on the line also&lt;/strong&gt;, mali pa yung diction n'ya&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;The Monkey said: "&lt;em&gt;Oo nga eh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;I was like: "&lt;em&gt;Awh, you guys are mean&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Big Sister: "&lt;em&gt;Totoo naman eh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Monkey: "Sorry"&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went there for the bands. I was waiting for Imago and *whispering* Spongecola (hehe...) but never got to watch them because we went home early (1:30 a.m.). The event was on-air (live, whatever..hehe.) in the radio station 97.1 WLS fm so when i got home, i tuned in to the radio station but i fell asleep so everything was a failure, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cousin, Ate Anne and I got henna tattoos. She picked a butterfly thing, it was tattoed on her left leg (muscle part). I got the tribal thingie on my left arm. it was so exciting for me because it was my first time. The henna artist said it takes 2 weeks before it would wear off, so it's 7 days to go for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Marj"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/Marj%27s%20butterfly.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Ria"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="104" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/Ria%27s%20Henna.jpg" width="258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/During%20the%20painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/During%20the%20painting.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was funny because my guy pals were teasing me, saying: "&lt;em&gt;Kelan ka pa nakalaya&lt;/em&gt;?" or "&lt;em&gt;May pa-ganyan ganyan ka pa."&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;--Siops). A classmate said member &lt;em&gt;daw ako ng cge-cge&lt;/em&gt; gang, i don't know what the hell it is. They invented it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, the first time my dad saw my tattoo he said:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Burahin mo 'yan&lt;/em&gt;!" and I was like&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Oo, mabubura 'to&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Burahan mo nga 'yan eh&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pa, 2 weeks pa bago 'to mabura&lt;/em&gt;." he said he doesn't want us having tattoos, it would make us like we're addicts but he didn't asked me about it after the sermon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, my mom freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;Our conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ma, nag pa-tattoo ako. Ang sakit nga eh&lt;/em&gt;." *while holding my left arm, and acting like it hurts*&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ano ka ba naman?! Bakit ka nag pa&lt;/em&gt;-tatt--" *cutting her off*&lt;br /&gt;"Joke &lt;em&gt;lang!&lt;/em&gt; Henna &lt;em&gt;lang 'to!&lt;/em&gt;" *nervous laugh*&lt;br /&gt;My mom *tut tut* "&lt;em&gt;Ikaw talaga.&lt;/em&gt;.." *shakes her head*&lt;br /&gt;After a while, my mom asked:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Magkano naman 'yan?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was okay for the both of them. &lt;em&gt;'Wag lang siguro madalas, hehe. Nakakatawa talaga&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's all.&lt;br /&gt;Much love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-114077651345329252?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/114077651345329252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=114077651345329252&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114077651345329252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/114077651345329252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/02/up-fair.html' title='UP Fair'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-113984725948830218</id><published>2006-02-13T23:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:28:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(Belated *groans*) Happy Hearts Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/heartsday.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/heartsday.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;Belated Happy Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;I got a gift from Yuki.&lt;br /&gt;*Aawww*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. Sweet, isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should learn how to make things like this. My big sister makes such things using Adobe. Pictures, headers, whatever-s, hehe. I’m trying and as of now I know the basics…I mean the colors and, well, small things. &lt;em&gt;Dapat kong career-in, diba?&lt;/em&gt; Haha! &lt;em&gt;Si ate kaya ki-nareer yun.&lt;/em&gt; I should do the same! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Good luck to my friend Mhae for her talent…ugh…portion in the pageant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Belated Happy Valentines Day to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;To those people who are in love, who ‘were’ (hmm?) in love, not in love, desperate in love, frustrated, hopeless, happy, sad, &lt;em&gt;ah basta…sa lahat! Hahaha!&lt;/em&gt; Joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, seriously…to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Damn it.  I should have posted this on that certain date. So belated &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-113984725948830218?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/113984725948830218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=113984725948830218&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113984725948830218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113984725948830218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/02/belated-groans-happy-hearts-day.html' title='(Belated *groans*) Happy Hearts Day!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-113958188048896457</id><published>2006-02-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T22:32:40.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Road Trip!</title><content type='html'>Last friday, I accompanied Siops, or Paolo, to the mall for his Valentine Shopping. He has this plan of giving his ex-girlfriend a Valentine treat. Long story. Anyway, we went there and well, shopped. So, after that, we got to his car and drove off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way to Galleria, an officer asked us to pull over. Know why? Because Siops forgot to turn on his headlights. Yes, he violated a rule. I, who didn’t have a clue about driving, don’t know what’s going on at first until the officer told us the violation. We really didn’t know what we felt that time. it was a mixture of everything that we felt nothing. After all of that happened, we drove off again and burst into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know but it was totally funny. It was a first-time experience for me. And for him too. We totally talked about everything, about what happened, and discussed what we felt that time and laughed at our feelings on that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wished my since-fetus best friend, Mae, was there. Siops said, surely she would laugh at him. I made fun of him, what do you think Mae would do. For sure it would be more than laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also came into thinking. About those times when we were kids, we were just riding bikes and blades. I don’t even have my own bike or blades when I was younger (he, on the other hand, had roller blades before). But now, he’s driving and we (rather I) felt that we’re adults. Well, not really adults since we’re just 19. I’ve known him and my best friend since we were kids, so these things were kind of unbelievable… or surreal. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, don’t forget to turn your headlights on when you’re driving at night.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(p.s. i already posted this one, but it was lost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and another thing: good luck to Pao-pao Siopao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow-february 11!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-113958188048896457?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/113958188048896457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=113958188048896457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113958188048896457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113958188048896457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/02/funny-road-trip.html' title='Funny Road Trip!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-113877880355114892</id><published>2006-02-01T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T15:26:43.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICHI BAN: I just like looking at him. NI BAN: My friend's gonna be a Beauty Queen. SAN BAN: Tours</title><content type='html'>There’s this person in school, and I don’t know,&lt;br /&gt;I just like looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;He, of course, doesn’t know me and doesn’t look my way, at least not all the time and&lt;br /&gt;I just like looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like I have a crush (ugh!) on this guy or something,&lt;br /&gt;I just like looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know if he’s nice but&lt;br /&gt;I just like looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, he’s isn’t cute or hot (*groan*),&lt;br /&gt;I just like looking at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Nyahaha! Mushy-wushy stupid things! Well, it’s for real. I dunno what’s with him… maybe it’s his chinky-winky eyes…haha! Like what Mhae said, “parang parati syang galit…” haha! It’s like he’s always frowning. Anyway, speaking of Mhae…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Her new career is being a beauty queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            She’s going to compete at Binibing Valenzuela. And well, her friends (including me) will be watching the pre-pageant (I think that’s what you call it) on February 14 and the Finals will be on February 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Actually, there’s this hotel tour/seminar that I’m supposed to be going but since I’ve got lots of tour to attend to this sem, I don’t think I’d be able to come. I would really like to check-in there, it’s in the 18th of February. So, if I’m not going to this hotel, I’ll have the opportunity to watch my friend and her rising career…nyahaha! Best of luck on her! ^___^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Oh, and the tours…we’ve got San Fabian with day tour in Baguio on March 26-27 and Banaue on April 5-7. Those were for my major subjects. I really wish I could go to the hotel…really exciting! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;            So there…gotta go!&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/21132949-113877880355114892?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/113877880355114892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=113877880355114892&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113877880355114892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113877880355114892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/02/ichi-ban-i-just-like-looking-at-him-ni.html' title='ICHI BAN: I just like looking at him. NI BAN: My friend&apos;s gonna be a Beauty Queen. SAN BAN: Tours'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-113836652178803085</id><published>2006-01-27T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:55:21.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Star City Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Image(18).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="236" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Image%2818%29.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Image(13).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/200/Image%2813%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins, Ate Meriam and Ate Anne, and I went to Star City this evening. Whatever funny thing it is that you’re thinking…well…just whatever…haha! Anyway, that’s right…we went to star city because I got free tickets (it’s good for one (1) person, free five (5) rides) I got about 12 or 14 of it. Forgot. Ok, so I gave some of it to 3 of my classmates and the other 3, we used. There are still 4 tickets left. I wonder what I will do with those. I’m still thinking about it, maybe I’ll just give it to my friends or I’ll use it. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we get to ride bump cars, the Ferris Wheel, the Vikings (hooo!), the Lion King (it’s a boat ride, where, inside the cave-like thing you’ll watch a show; the story of Lion King), and then the Wild River (respectively).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Vikings a lot; it rained somewhere in the middle of our enjoyment and I totally insist that we ride the Vikings. I’ve been to Star City before and I really enjoyed the ride that time so I got excited when I went there again. I liked rides like that; it’s not too scary (like haunted houses, or roller coasters with loops) and it’s not too dull (like…I dunno…a carousel?). It’s fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we saved the best for last, the Wild River. We thought we would get wet riding that so decided to make it our last ride. Anyway, we brought extra shirts but we should’ve brought pants and socks because our butts and legs got soaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we tried that game, where you would pick a toy (you know how that is, it’s that machine, like a box, and you’d [attempt to or] get the little toys using the claw thing, hard to explain, even in Tagalog, haha!) and Ate Anne and I got so into it that we didn’t leave until we get something. Luckily, I got 2 toys, a monkey and puppy. The other one is Ate Anne’s token, the other’s mine…dunno which is which.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried lots of games until we’ve got no money left and went home very tired. But it was fun, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s just it. Nyaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-113836652178803085?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/113836652178803085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=113836652178803085&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113836652178803085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113836652178803085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/01/star-city-adventure.html' title='Star City Adventure'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-113767511443406127</id><published>2006-01-19T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:02:02.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love My Feasib Buddies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Puyatan3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/320/Puyatan3.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/787/961/1600/Puyatan3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a tiring week. Or rather, a tiring sem. I've never been this tired before. In my younger (yesss...younger...) years in college, I really don't care about exams and quizzes, although &lt;em&gt;humahabol ako pag finals, ganon lang. &lt;/em&gt;But now, it's different. I get worried when exams are getting close, (note: getting close &lt;em&gt;ah, hindi pa yun mismong &lt;/em&gt;exams) and I really work hard if there's a project, well, ok not really, but I'm torturing my brain a little. I know, all of the students (or many of them) are working hard, but...I dunno. Maybe, I'm not used to it. I'm &lt;em&gt;tamad. &lt;/em&gt;Buuuutt&lt;em&gt;... &lt;/em&gt;Ever since I had my feasibility study, I get to study more. &lt;strong&gt;I really think it's because of my feasibility buddies&lt;/strong&gt; (My groupmates, I dunno why they came into my mind).&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're evil, you know.&lt;br /&gt;They won't let you go unless you finish you're part!&lt;br /&gt;And if they could, they'd starve you just to finish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buuutt again.... It reeeaaalllllyyy paid off. We got the grades we wanted. I got more than I wanted. Those evil feasib buddies. It's a good thing I met them, aaaaaaaaanndd........ &lt;em&gt;ngayong sem na 'to, madalas kaming magka-&lt;/em&gt;group &lt;em&gt;sa mga &lt;/em&gt;projects. They're so darn smart, especially Jay Ann (half-scholar, hello?), and responsible. And it's like their evilness is rubbed on me (and my 2 girlfriends Rei and Mhae).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, &lt;em&gt;ganon siguro talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At ngayon naman, &lt;/em&gt;haggard &lt;em&gt;kaming lahat!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaayyyy....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yun lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace out!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-113767511443406127?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/113767511443406127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=113767511443406127&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113767511443406127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113767511443406127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-my-feasib-buddies.html' title='I Love My Feasib Buddies!'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-113757148445764250</id><published>2006-01-18T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T16:05:09.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Quotes: Re-posted</title><content type='html'>This was posted last June 12, 2005&lt;br /&gt;I was just re-posting it...well...just because.&lt;br /&gt;====================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oist… been a long time. Pano naman kase, yung isang dapat ipo-post ko, ayaw mai-post. Nagloloko. Anyway, about this one—I’ve been thinking about this before but di ko gaanong binigyang pansin (naks naman, ang lalim non ah). Pero mababaw lang naman ‘to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTES:Naisip ko lang ah, sino kaya yung mga gumagawa ng quotes sa cellphone? Wala lang, nagagalingan lang ako. Minsan natutuwa ako pag may sini-send saken na mga quotes. Hehe…Di naman ako text addict, kaya minsan lang rin ako mag-forward ng mga quotes sa friends ko.- (depende na lang kung naka-unlimited text ako—napaghahalataan na Smart ah.) Sila ang madalas na nagfo-forward saken.Sa totoo lang, khet nung 2nd year highschool pa’ko (it was the first time that I had my 5110 phone, hehe, ang tanda!), di talaga ako mahilig sa mga graphics quotes. Noon talaga i find it corny (sorry sa mga mahilig sa ganon, peace! ^_^). Mahilig ako sa love quotes noon( para yatang mas corny yun ah *sweatdrop*).&lt;br /&gt;Katulad nito: (I’ll write the name of the person who sent it to me *wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Reychel+&lt;br /&gt;It’s so funny how we set qualification 4 d ryt prson 2 love, while at d back 0f 0ur minds we knw dat d prson we truly luv will always b an excption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Jonathan+&lt;br /&gt;losing d one u luv hurts…sum ppl say ul get over dat prson easily…bt it rili isn’t easy…espcialy wen d t prson u luve…was d only luve u evr wanted..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At meron pa nga mga tagalong na quotes. Sa tingin ko, para mas may dating yung quotes na&lt;br /&gt;yun. Tulad na lang nito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Jonathan+&lt;br /&gt;Ano ngppligya s ibng tao? Gimik, inom, mgparty mgdmag. Ako? Ok nko humiga s damuhan at 2mingla s mga bituin, ksma ang taong MHLGA skn,… pde b kta isama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngayon pa rin naman gusto ko pa rin yung mga love quotes na ganito. Di ba totoo? Na mas may dating kapag tagalong yung isini-send sayo. Parang mas naiintindihan mo, kase language mo yung ginagamit dun.Pero hindi lang naman love quotes ang gusto ko. May mga FRIENDLY quotes din na may dating saken.&lt;br /&gt;Halimbawa na lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Juansy (Mae)+&lt;br /&gt;I cud smoke…til my lungs burn…n my breath stops…but I wud smoke…a million mor…f only 2 pruv…how meaningless lyf s…w/o u…(itong quote na’to ni mae yung talagang bagay sa kanya eh, hehe…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Jonathan+&lt;br /&gt;friendship ntin? SMART--- simply amazing… smahan ntin? GLOBE--- making gr8 thngs p0ssible… ako? SUN--- dto lagi 24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At meron din naman na akala mo sa umpisa seryosong quote, pro ino-ogag ka:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Juansy (Mae)+&lt;br /&gt;dnt evr giv up wn ur down…it dsnt matte f u fall many tyms… juz rmmbr dat each tym u fall… il nvr let u reach d ground… Trust me… ISA AKONG MULAWIN. Ű&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero minsan, ang tinitext sa iyong quote ay mga old school jokes at napaka-corny. Pero sa sobrang ka-cornihan, natatawa ka na lang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Jonathan+&lt;br /&gt;Tanong: Sinong artista ang mahilig magbigay at mag-donate?Sino daw?Sagot: e di si…JANNO GIVES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagkakaalam ko yung nagbigay saken nito mahilig sa mga jokes na ganito eh. Ilan lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;Di ko nga rin alam kung bakit ko ni-post ‘to. Kagabi ko lang rin ito inisip ng mabuti. Konti na nga lang rin yung quotes ko sa fone ko eh. I erased some of them. And MOST of them were ACCIDENTALLY erased by my friend, (paging Olive…hehe!) Biruin mo, he erased all the messages in my inbox. Everything was gone, even my one-year-old quote. *tsk tsk* oh well, wala na naman akong magagawa eh. (okay na yun, Olive. *smile*)Pro meron pa rin akong isang quote na talagang favorite.&lt;br /&gt;I was really laughing out loud when I read it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Hydeist (Yuki)+&lt;br /&gt;Sb nla puso dw mhlga…dmi rw n2 laman 2ld ng dugo, ugat, muscles atbp!...Pro lam mo b kng ano lman ngt puso q?............xmpre……….UN DIN!heheÜ hapi hearts day!(hindi nga lang valentines day ngayon, hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time…..^_^&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyaha! tagal na rin nun ah. At ngayon malapit na Valentine's day. Wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-113757148445764250?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/113757148445764250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=113757148445764250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113757148445764250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113757148445764250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/01/text-quotes-re-posted.html' title='Text Quotes: Re-posted'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21132949.post-113756706122090935</id><published>2006-01-18T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T15:41:33.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Blog...Again and again...</title><content type='html'>It's so hard to customize my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I really dunno how to do it but I'm trying.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I could do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, "new year, new blog" over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;I did it a million times and now I've got 4 blogs&lt;br /&gt;(If I'm satisfied with this one, I'd be deleting one of the 4). It's so confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just posted something to be able to view my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21132949-113756706122090935?l=imyoursugar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/feeds/113756706122090935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21132949&amp;postID=113756706122090935&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113756706122090935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21132949/posts/default/113756706122090935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imyoursugar.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-new-blogagain-and-again.html' title='New Year, New Blog...Again and again...'/><author><name>faerie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y205/purpleslippers/portraitluminosity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
