<?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-7892483</id><updated>2011-08-25T15:06:15.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>230</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-7043150535721455198</id><published>2007-09-26T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T23:07:08.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;We had this activity sa Pilipino class where we had to describe our classmates. Naganito na din kami nung 3rd year, pero shempre, iba toh, kasi different set of people na. We can give to those na gusto naming bigyan, madami dami din akong nakuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~James: Sexy. *Oh well, its the truth.=))*&lt;br /&gt;~Hayfie:Malambing.&lt;br /&gt;~Japjap: Seksi.&lt;br /&gt;~Ray: Sexy.&lt;br /&gt;~Isec: Masaya kausap, pero Lasalle padin. *Weh! GO ATENEO.*&lt;br /&gt;~Abby: Matulungin.:)&lt;br /&gt;~Bianx (Van) : Masipag..Mejo. LOL. *Ewan ko sayo bianx. haha.*&lt;br /&gt;~Krystal: Matalino Desu.:P&lt;br /&gt;~Unknown:&lt;s&gt;Sweet&lt;/s&gt; Malambing and Makulit. *sino kaya toh?/:)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Teehee. Aliw!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-7043150535721455198?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/7043150535721455198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=7043150535721455198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7043150535721455198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7043150535721455198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/09/we-had-this-activity-sa-pilipino-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-2666632307081381760</id><published>2007-09-18T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T12:32:58.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="width: 555px; height: 819px;" src="http://www.waldenfans.com/gallery/albums/userpics/10001/caspian-teaser.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Prince Caspian is HAWT! Nyaha. I'm waaaay too excited for this film. The boy is gorgeous. Waha.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-2666632307081381760?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/2666632307081381760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=2666632307081381760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2666632307081381760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2666632307081381760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/09/gawd.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-4659449571211971134</id><published>2007-09-05T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T21:15:26.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend is still a friend even if that person does something which you don't like:)</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I bought another book by Paolo Coelho, and its a compilations of stories which have made an impact to him since the 1980's (methinks.). I read this one story about Genghis Khan, and his favorite falcon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genghis Khan was in the forest, looking for something to drink for he's very thirsty. He found some water in a creek, so he decided to have a drink. Upon filling his cup, and raising it to finally quench his thirst, the falcon dived and knocked the cup out of his hands. The bird did it two more times, but at his third try, Genghis raised his sword and thrust the blade into the birds chest, thus killing it. He carried the dead bird, and at that point, he went up the creek, only to see a dead snake in the pool of water; it was considered one of the most poisonous in the region. Had he taken just a sip, he surely would've died. He owed his falcon his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this story impacted me for the reason that every now and then, friends would do things I wouldn't approve of. Epiphany is, they prolly are just doing something good. Contributing for a greater good, or a sonnum bonnum.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Enough. Hehe.:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I got my grades in some of the subjects, and am pleased with the results. *coughs*exceptforchem,algeb*coughs* 1 is the highest and 5 is the lowest. In genpsych, I got a 1.5. In filipino, 1.5. In english, 1.75? In philo, 2.25. *Ok na yan, nambabagsak si sir! =))* In chem, 2.5T_T. In algebra, prolly a 3, or 2.75. T_T pretty good eh?&gt;,&lt; *coughs*conceited*coughs*  Ayun. -- Was able to read Eclipse already. EDWARD CULLEN IS HAWT.=)) Its quite bitin, though I think thats the reaction Meyer's looking for. Next book, next year, another countdown. Gah. Gaspard is Edward Cullen, Obviously. *Gieco.* =0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; -- Check my &lt;a href="http://babybluesangel18.multiply.com/"&gt;Multi&lt;/a&gt;!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-4659449571211971134?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/4659449571211971134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=4659449571211971134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/4659449571211971134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/4659449571211971134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/09/friend-is-still-friend-even-if-that.html' title='A friend is still a friend even if that person does something which you don&apos;t like:)'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-4092808188466375542</id><published>2007-08-19T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T23:04:34.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward, my sweet sweet Edward.</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Fully Booked, Rustans earlier, frantically looking for a copy of Eclipse. I've searched the racks, and didn't see even a single copy, so I decided to ask the cashier. She told me that its out of stock already, and if I want, I can reserve a copy, so I was like.."Ok, just a few more days." "Miss, how much?" Then, tententen... She got out a copy from the shelf. Fuckeroo. Screw "Patience is a virtue", I had to get that copy, no matter what.=)) I begged. And begged. and begged. *SHAMELESS BEGGING, MIND YOU!" She didn't budge, and I'm forced to wait.=[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home and went Online, my sweet Daughter, Chesca, pm~ed me and told me she's done reading Eclipse already. Fuckeroo.=)) She spoiled me too much, and now, its very hard to preserve my self-dignity and eensy patience.=)) Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to get the book. Hearing about Hormonal Edward Cullen is just too much.=))&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;3 days before Wednesday. Fuckeroo.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-4092808188466375542?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/4092808188466375542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=4092808188466375542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/4092808188466375542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/4092808188466375542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/08/edward-my-sweet-sweet-edward.html' title='Edward, my sweet sweet Edward.'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-6947947365632717199</id><published>2007-08-17T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T11:29:03.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;3 Days no classes, I'm not sure whether I should be happy or not, I mean our midterms have been moved 2 times already. o.o *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what to wear on our Acquaintance Party..o.o&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/7892483-6947947365632717199?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/6947947365632717199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=6947947365632717199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6947947365632717199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6947947365632717199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/08/3-days-no-classes-im-not-sure-whether-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-1346604242838340305</id><published>2007-08-05T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:30:07.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Ay, the reason I posted pala is to answer a survey, tapos I didn't. Stooopid. Haha. This is what I get for emptying out my brain cells.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;THINK BACK TO 4th year HS... Let's see&lt;br /&gt;how much you remember and how much you&lt;br /&gt;regret..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. What section were you?&lt;br /&gt;- 4A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Who was your adviser?&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs. Ricafort. *$%#!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. How many were you in one class?&lt;br /&gt;- 37?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Who was your seatmate?&lt;br /&gt;- None. Loner Kid.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Still remember your english teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs. Ricafort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. What was your first class?&lt;br /&gt;- History/Economics with Ms. Almoite.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Who was your best friend[classmate]?&lt;br /&gt;- JV(!), Kends, Amandee, Auds, Borj, Ice,Bert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Made friends to the lower years?&lt;br /&gt;- Yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Had a boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;- Haha. Yes.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. How was your class schedule?&lt;br /&gt;- Okay lang.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Made any enemies?&lt;br /&gt;- No (not counting the Reba thing.:]])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Who was your favorite teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- Mrs. Mags. Mommy!:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. What sports did you play?&lt;br /&gt;- Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Did you buy your lunch?&lt;br /&gt;- Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Were you a party animal?&lt;br /&gt;-ASA.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Were you well known in your school?&lt;br /&gt;- I guess? Small population of students.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. SKIP SCHOOl?&lt;br /&gt;- T_T no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Did you get suspended/expelled?&lt;br /&gt;- No. o-:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. What was your favorite subject?&lt;br /&gt;- RHGP.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. What was your school's full name?&lt;br /&gt;-Operation Brotherhood Montessori Inc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. If you could go back in time and do&lt;br /&gt;it all over, would you?&lt;br /&gt;- No, but to be able to hang out with my hs friends would be love.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. What do you remember most about 4th&lt;br /&gt;year?&lt;br /&gt;- Leseeee. Audrey farting during the Retreat. Ooooops.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Favorite memory in 4th year?&lt;br /&gt;- Blueberry Cheesecake fight on my birthday. Bitches.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Worst memory in 4th year?&lt;br /&gt;- *coughs*adviseritself*coughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Where did you go most often for&lt;br /&gt;break?&lt;br /&gt;- lobby.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. What did you do on the last day of&lt;br /&gt;school?&lt;br /&gt;- Play monopoly, DS, got smothered by Borja.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. How was your graduation?&lt;br /&gt;- Scary. Mr. Soliven's voice boomed out of nowhere. Other than that, its funny.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Got any honors or special awards?&lt;br /&gt;- Uhm..2 awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. Did you like 4th year?&lt;br /&gt;- Absolutely.=)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-1346604242838340305?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/1346604242838340305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=1346604242838340305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/1346604242838340305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/1346604242838340305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/08/ay-reason-i-posted-pala-is-to-answer.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-7769229412703811148</id><published>2007-08-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:18:18.287+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I am such a good model student.=)) Instead of reviewing for the midterms, I'm here blogging, and I just got home from biking around the village with Chi. Some kind of student eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, laziness is kicking in, and for some reason, I'm not fighting eh?:P Typical student downfall. I get too complacent at times.=)) Ok, Ok. I will study. TOMORROW. Hehe.:P I still have 2 days!=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, its Yaya's Birthday tomorrow. HAPPY 38th BIRTHDAY YAYA! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE THINGS THAT YOU'VE DONE FOR ME. YOU REALLY DESERVE ALL THE BLESSINGS AND LOVE.=) MWAH! I LOVE YYYOOOOOOOUUUU.:*&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/7892483-7769229412703811148?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/7769229412703811148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=7769229412703811148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7769229412703811148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7769229412703811148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-such-good-model-student.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-2461411141316662137</id><published>2007-07-30T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:05:27.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*sighs* I am so effin frustrated! I had a fight with someone, but for him, we weren't fighting naman daw. I was crying and all, and he was just....RAWR. I don't get him. *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-2461411141316662137?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/2461411141316662137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=2461411141316662137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2461411141316662137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2461411141316662137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/07/sighs-i-am-so-effin-frustrated-i-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-5369485584927424507</id><published>2007-07-25T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T21:35:53.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing.</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, God breaks our spirit to save our soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, He breaks our heart to make us whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He sends us pain so we can be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He sends us failure so we can be humble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He sends us illness so we can take care of ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, He takes "everything" away from us so we can learn the value of "everything" we have.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;span style="font-family: ms gothic,gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-5369485584927424507?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/5369485584927424507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=5369485584927424507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5369485584927424507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5369485584927424507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/07/amazing.html' title='Amazing.'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-771548051587187861</id><published>2007-07-23T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:30:20.761+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deathly Hallows spoilers.:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RqQqibfKNCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kD-suL2YJ7s/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 256px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RqQqi7fKNFI/AAAAAAAAABE/pAy7QHyZU9s/s320/DSC00422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090240258407806034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RqQqi7fKNGI/AAAAAAAAABM/5Kuk1-GHFBY/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RqQqi7fKNGI/AAAAAAAAABM/5Kuk1-GHFBY/s320/DSC00423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090240258407806050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Whattaweekend.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JV and Robert went to school so that we can have dinner together last Saturday. Super late na kasi my class class ended by 730 pm.:P Thanks Jus, Jav and Bert.=)) Aun, we went to Glorietta via bus then ate dinner at Hotshots. Bleh. Thanks Bert for eating the rest of my food.:P Haha. Aun, then tita Pie called Bert. uwi na daw.:P Haha.=)) His curfew is 6 pm kasi. Grabe no?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home, my copy of DEATHLY HALLOWS was there waiting for me. I just had to finish reading it. I started reading it by 10:30 pm and finished it by 5:30 am.=)) 7 hours man! *coughs*yabang*coughs* Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reactions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did she have to kill hedwig? and what's with the moodswing, hedwig? I thought she would be..like..Fawkes to Harry. Boo.:P Dead agad eh.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George. 'Ear, 'ear. Holey.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred. Awww. Im so sad that he died.:( I pity george. I think its really hard to lose a twin.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percy. Sea Urchins....=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily and Snape. Ive always thought the he was in love with Lily. Thats why he hated James so much. I think its really touching that he loved her up until he died. :( I love youu Snapeeykins.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R/H. Well they had it going eversince..well, forever.=)) Those squabbles during their younger years? They had it coming...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny. Oh my god. Slut.=)) Chos. Whats up with the assault in the bedroom then? Hormonal woman much?=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupin and Tonks. Aww. I love them.  Its just sad that they had to die.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrimgeour. Go to hell man. Kingsley forever.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbridge. . . Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna. Aw, i love her. She's so brave.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neville. Tententen. The snake slayer. Heroooo. Woot.:D I seriously think its great that he killed Nagini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snape. Aw.=( He died, but atleast it wasn't in vain. I admire his love for Lily, and the part wherein he asked Harry to look at him before he died. I guess thats the connection between Lily and Harry's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gray Lady. Amf. Helena (tama ba?) Ravenclaw. Ambisyosa. Amf. Amf.=)) Go bloody baron.:P I guess the search for the diadem amazed me.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Draco? Receeding Hairline. Nuff said.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dobby! Oh my, i really cried when he died.:( Its just so sad. He really loved Harry.=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aberforth. I guess he's like Dumbledore, except he has reasons behind his statements. Who would have thought the great headmaster was a conceited git?o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deathly Hallows.  Oh my god, the tale is enthralling. Its so amazing. Did JK think of that by herself? It sounds..logical...and..*shuts up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPILOGUE. Crap. Filled. with. crap. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those amazing scenes in OOTP didn't make much sense after reading the last book, especially Ginny's power. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the book disappointed me in a way that it didn't put a closure to EVERYTHING. Like it was all about the trio in the crapilogue. Whatever happened to the others? In the battle, the army fought more than the trio. I think they deserve to be considered as the main characters too. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the book though..just, i guess it didn't meet my expectations. tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-771548051587187861?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/771548051587187861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=771548051587187861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/771548051587187861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/771548051587187861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/07/deathly-hallows-spoilersd.html' title='Deathly Hallows spoilers.:D'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RqQqibfKNCI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kD-suL2YJ7s/s72-c/DSC00416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-5155285571288904781</id><published>2007-07-11T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T00:06:19.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoilers!&gt;:)</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its almost midnight, but I JUST HAVE TO POST ABOUT HARRY POTTER AND ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kid stuff? Say what you want (well, somewhere else other than my turf, thanks.) I rushed from my Pilipino class just to be able to catch the last full show of OOTP, and man, I'm glad I did.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have watched the 4 movies right on the 1st showing date, and no, college isn't going to ruin my routine.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, ON TO THE MOVIE.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie isn't anything like the previous 4, I can tell you that. I thought that Cuaron was a genius, but his directorial skills couldn't match Yates'. He is a *erm, excuse the silly pun* wizard when it comes to the directorial part. The most important parts were there, the characters were portrayed in a way that will give justice to the books, and geez, the special effects! It was like, a mix of Matrix, Starwars, and Lord of the Rings *but HP is still better&gt;:P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maturity affected the acting skills of the characters, and erm, of course..physically-wise too. *coughsphelpstwins,nevilleandyoungsnapecoughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umbridge was...annoying as ever. Hold it, annoying doesn't even cover it. It was like.. hell. Well, for Dumbledore's Army atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Room of Requirement looked fun.:P But not when the b*tch of an Umbridge (LOL! PARDON ME&gt;,&lt;) smashed the wall because of *coughstraitorcoughs* Cho Chang. Man, she sure did cause trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh wait! The Kiss!=)) It looked awkward.:P =)) Mushy, but didn't work. Complete with mistletoes.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Stop: Ministry of Magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Just. Wow. The set looked amazing. The department of mysteries provided an air of eerieness and magic for its audience.  The fight scene between the deatheathers and the army is just... too thrilling for words. (though i have been able to describe it..silly..me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucius! Oh god, he got a haircut. Layered, man. =)) Cute. I still love him. Though Sirius was able to blast him from the veil before he fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bellatrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, Sirius. ~,~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the point when Sirius fell into the veil (which looked just like an archway with..a mirage. T_T Sirius you could have done better!o.o), I was just too dumbstruck to react because of the quick turn of events. Gah. Sirius fell into the veil, Bella escaped, Harry threw a tantrum (LOL),  Lupin engulfed Harry in a hug. Woot. Climax. Hehe.:P Too much, but its enough to make you want more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voldemort and Harry. "Neither one can survive." Woot. Climax. Again.=)) At their encounter *coughsumepalsiDumbleedowcoughs* Harry realizes ,in a painful way mind you, what has been setting him apart from Tom Riddle. Love and friendship. "I feel...*coughs* sorry for you!" Naks, teen angst at its best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun. =)) Ofcourse, Fudge , no not the good kind:P, arrived in time to see that He-who-must-not-be-named is back. Bastardo.=)) I dont like him and Percy. *Kiss ass.&gt;:)*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, things start winding down na. Its fun.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, when Luna was looking for her things pala, she said something that affected/ made an impact to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mother used to say that the things we lost on our way will somehow find its way back in the end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple line, but powerful enough eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERDICT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT!:D Best one so far. Can't wait to watch the 6th one, but I can't wait for the 7th book na din. love love love harry potter (the series ha, not the character na=]])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told people before that I am so over HP na, well. Another case of foot in the mouth disease. For the meantime, Move over Edward Cullen, Young Severus Snape Incoming!=)) Hotness.:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-5155285571288904781?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/5155285571288904781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=5155285571288904781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5155285571288904781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5155285571288904781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/07/spoilers.html' title='Spoilers!&gt;:)'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-3668398237767578636</id><published>2007-07-02T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T13:56:42.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I saw that I haven't made a single sane post ever since college started, so tentententen!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 306px; height: 225px;" src="http://images.babybluesangel18.multiply.com/image/3/photos/29/400x400/1/DSC01151.JPG?et=M5cC5RMFgG%2CBLjMzuCaxDg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*giggles at the picture* Yep, Bert and Pau. Bert picked me up after class last Saturday, then we met up with Pau. Jus wasn't able to come since she has a meeting with Artiar Org. Hehe. Soooo yun, we went to Glorietta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking, we saw Ray, Cezanne and Carlo.. they were like, "What?! May boyfriend ka na?!" I didn't know whether I should get insulted by the comment, so i just shrugged it off. Since Bert and Pau didn't react naman, I guess they're my boyfriends now. Ahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay! Robert paid 60 php when he rode a taxi from Glorietta to Rtr. Waha. Naloko sia! Wala kasing metro..=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert, next time.. FX ka na lang..12 php lang yun. Or lakarin mo na lang. Babalik ka naman diba? Next month diba?:P Haha/. ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner at Dulcinea first, and we ordered Paella. Kahit na super pili na ako ng rice para kay Bert kasi may shrimp, wala, nangati padin sya. o.o Haha, sowie Bert. Ayaw mo naman kasi pakiss kay Pau eh...:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, then we went to timezone. They played Dance Revolution. Shieeyeeet. Laugh Trip. Nalaglag pa si Bert. Adik. Haha. Fun Fun.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Video go to my multiply site. &lt;a href="http://babybluesangel18.multiply.com/"&gt; Click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun! Haha.. Hmm.. College, its tiring, yet fun. I still miss HS though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugger.. I started having dreams about alam nio na naman. T_T *Kung close tayo, alam nio to. aha.:P* Sucks sucks. Super. Asar. I stopped having them for weeks na nga.. tos bumalik na naman. Kasi kasi.:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&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/7892483-3668398237767578636?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/3668398237767578636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=3668398237767578636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/3668398237767578636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/3668398237767578636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-5801190235512935734</id><published>2007-06-25T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T13:57:49.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Hay naku.:P 2 weeks into being an RT-ista, and I'm already stressed.:P My week flies by fast though, since I only have 4 days of classes. Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Chemistry na. Prof. Lota is just..so different from Mrs. Azanza:P Wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we have Nihongo. o.o Sensei Rinko Nagaishi. Yes, she is full blooded japanese.:P Suka ng dugo pare.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun.:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-5801190235512935734?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/5801190235512935734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=5801190235512935734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5801190235512935734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5801190235512935734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/06/hay-naku.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-389059888264992136</id><published>2007-06-18T11:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T11:14:58.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;College..is..tiring. Waha.:P&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/7892483-389059888264992136?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/389059888264992136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=389059888264992136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/389059888264992136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/389059888264992136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/06/college.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-6809590119272793549</id><published>2007-06-14T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T20:00:16.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hassle na Hindi.</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;    I am now officially a college student.:P Classes started yesterday, and we were so bummed because they changed our sched. I mean, why should we have 4 hour breaks, when we can just use that time for our next classes so that we'll be able to go home early, right? o.o Sheesh. No profs. This happened to Assumption and Madocs as well. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Anyways, so far, I'm still coping with the changes. Good thing I found myself a good set of friends : Abby *A-B-B-Y!*, Hayfa, Kristal *kreezhal..hahaha*, Rosanne *telebabad ever! haha*, and Janna *dancing queeeeen.* Hehe. Super exercise everyday, walking from Rtr to Glorietta, and back. Wooo. This is it. wahaha.;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Ooooh. I have a classmate from OBGH. Bien..Lacundo? I don't know. Her name is Bien though. Wahaha.:O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I finally got the chance to update since I'm done with the hws. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super effort is needed.o.o I mean, juggling Dan, college, and extracurriculars.:P Super miss ko si Dan. Tos super adjust pa..Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing OB like hell. Waha.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay wait wait, should I join VAACS (community service), PEER (counseling), Chorale, or the dance troupe? waha. Yabang.:P Let me know. tag.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-6809590119272793549?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/6809590119272793549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=6809590119272793549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6809590119272793549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6809590119272793549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/06/hassle-na-hindi.html' title='Hassle na Hindi.'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-2391853060031535351</id><published>2007-06-12T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T21:31:01.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;College starts tomorrow, and my insides are turning into mush. Gahd. Waha.&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/7892483-2391853060031535351?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/2391853060031535351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=2391853060031535351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2391853060031535351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2391853060031535351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/06/college-starts-tomorrow-and-my-insides.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-3412383213337455228</id><published>2007-06-05T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T20:54:14.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung kayo mga atenista/lasallista..kami..mga.. RT-ista!</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;    Lol at the post title. Nyaha. I still have a hangover from the fun I've had in my RTRMS-MMC orientation earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The first part of the orientation was held in Church Of God. The place reminded me of La Isla Ballroom in Shangrila. Haha. It was fun.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I met Nina, she's from Novaliches, and whoa, she looks a lot like Marisse. Haha. I remember way back in HS when Marisse became my first closest friend.:) Anyways, at the start of the program, the Peer Counselors from the higher levels they had an ice breaker where in the hid green flaglets under random seats, and the people who are sitting on those seats have to perform the consequences. Fun fun. I wasn't one of the unfortunate ones.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the head of the Chorale sang "Im savin' all my love for you" Kaboom. Lovely voice. I felt goosebumps. Waha. Then discuss discuss...o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another intermission : Dance Troupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They danced a mix of Buttons, and smack that. When they were dancing, I remembered Angel and the guys who danced that too last year. Nostalgic Much?o.o Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the activities were introduced, they told us that we'll be having our Annual Food Fair, Debate/Elocution Sessions. Boom. OB? Waha. I can still remember when we had our last food fair, thinking that it would be the last time we'll ever to feel the stress, and sense of achievement which eminates from it after, only to find out that we'll get to experience it again for 4 years more. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then more yadda yadda yadda's. I woke up from my bored state when the emcees started talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl MC: Did you feel..blah..&lt;br /&gt;Boy MC: I didn't feel.. wait..no.. I DIDN'T FELT that..&lt;br /&gt;Girl MC: AAAAAAAh... you DIDNT FEEL THAT...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously. Haha. Sorry, I'm really OC when it comes to grammar. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tour Tour! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We toured Kalayaan Building and the hospital. Fun. I bonded with Abby, Hayfa,and Kristal. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to like this College&gt;:) Its really just..an optimized version of OB. Instead of Ambassador Soliven, its Imelda Marcos. Waha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, the logo of the chorale is just like OB's insignia. Just..instead of swords, its just a torch.:D HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss OB.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-3412383213337455228?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/3412383213337455228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=3412383213337455228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/3412383213337455228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/3412383213337455228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/06/kung-kayo-mga-atenistalasallistakamimga.html' title='Kung kayo mga atenista/lasallista..kami..mga.. RT-ista!'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-1778009502715360450</id><published>2007-06-02T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T22:20:25.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dandandianne.:))</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;[^.-]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan told me that he ACTUALLY READS my blog. I found it silly.:P Hehe. And cute. and adorable. and sweet. and lovely. *coughwarmfuzzyfeelingscough* Then again. He is silly, cute, adorable, sweet and lovely. [-.^] *coughssomeone'sblushingnowcoughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough mushies.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum, brother, and I went to Glorietta earlier. Midnight Madness! Sales galore! Love love love it.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty crazy day because of mum. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate at Italianni's for lunch.. and when we  finished our salad, the waiter came along to ask us about the food. The conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiter: Hi Maam! How was the food?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh, Fine, thank you.. Masarap! [yummy!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the waiter left. I started laughing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ma, why did you answer him like that?&lt;br /&gt;Ma: I thought he was asking how I was. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gahd. Conceited Much?:))&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to People are people, and I bought a polo shirt. We went to SoLo, and I bought 3 tops. We went to Welcom's Laptop Zone, and bought a laptop. Finally. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;We went to SM Sucat to buy some school stuff, but before that, we ate dinner. Again, my mum started acting crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I'll have a cup of house tea please.&lt;br /&gt;Waitress: Ok Maam, here you go. Just call me if you want another cup.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Oh Yes! I definitely will! You can count on that! o.o&lt;br /&gt;Me: .... *eats quietly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Thats all. thank you. Ja!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;o.o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-1778009502715360450?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/1778009502715360450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=1778009502715360450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/1778009502715360450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/1778009502715360450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/06/dandandianne.html' title='Dandandianne.:))'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-6519152965938139123</id><published>2007-05-27T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T18:37:02.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. I've been visiting the blogs of the other 4a Kids, and found out that alot of them have started college already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to see that they're enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, well, I don't know what yet to expect. All I know is that we'll be observing the Post-mortem on dead bodies 2 years from now.o.o that, and that I am very necrophobic. Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College, college, college. I'll be seeing 3 familiar faces in MMC.. 1st, Pau. Section D. AMP. I'm in section E. Rawr. Sana isang section na lang eh.:)) 2nd, Justine. We've been in one school in preparatory, highschool, and now college. Haha. She also lives 1 street away from me.:P Cute much?:)) Finally, KF.:D My cousin is in section F. Rawrdie. His first crush was Justine..&gt;:) Jusssssssssssssss oh.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read &lt;a href="http://bea-b0p.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bea&lt;/a&gt;'s recent post about the friendship she was able to gain during her stay in HS and it made me think about all those people I've grown to love during Highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Amanda kasi! She started first sem last may 23rd, and to tell you honestly, I was scared that maybe, just maybe, she'll forget about what we have all shared during our junior and senior years. o.o Yeah, I am paranoid when it comes to things like this..'what if she prefers all her new friends over us' yadda yadda..phoo.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked, and straightened things out. Love love love this girl so much.:) Im always here.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, my sissie...we'll she's another story. We haven't talked to ages, and i think she forgot about us already.o.o''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of experience? True friends are hard to find, and even harder to let go. Don't underestimate its power, for it might be the only thing to make you get through the toughest of times.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;/edit/..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunburn. 'Nuff said. o.o&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-6519152965938139123?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/6519152965938139123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=6519152965938139123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6519152965938139123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6519152965938139123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-564383925857432486</id><published>2007-05-19T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T21:32:27.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Its dad's death anniversary today, so we [chi, kuya and I] went to Love Memorial in Cavite to pay him a visit. Phooey. His mausoleum was filthy! His family won't even go there and clean up the place. *sighs* No respects... He helped his family alot, and they can't even pay him back by cleaning his resting place.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. 9 years without dad and it still is slightly unbearable.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, we headed to MOA after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chi and I dashed to the ice skating rink.:)) It has been months since I last skated.:)) We were racing, and tripping.:P It was fun:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched Shrek 3 after. Really fun movie. I soooooo love Artie.:)) And dronkeys. And the ogre babies .And puss' and donkey's new tails. [watch movie for more info]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow White was really funny.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rapunzel Rapunzel let down your long  golden...extensions!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there was a Cosplay earlier. This Resident Evil person was really nice.:)) [o.o] Anime lovers were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we raided Toy Kingdom. I bought a frisbee, bubbles, and a water gun.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought 3 books. I am so so so happy.:)) [coughdorkcoughnerdcough!]&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this post is so random. I am tired and hyper at the same time and I just cant bother to make sense.:))&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-564383925857432486?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/564383925857432486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=564383925857432486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/564383925857432486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/564383925857432486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-dads-death-anniversary-today-so-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-5736918410083967934</id><published>2007-05-18T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T17:09:23.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start of Something New. Amp. Ambaduy!o.o</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;New layout. Loooooooooooooooves it so much.:)) I made this layout as a ''memorial'' to another chapter of my life that is slowly unfolding : college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College, college, college. I honestly don't know what to think about it. I don't know what to expect, or what to do on my first day.:P Supposedly, I'll have classes only for 3 days a week, but I changed my sched to four days a week to ease off my work load. Sheeeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I go, there's something that's bound to remind me of OBMCI. To the OB LP people, remember the Lady of Guadalupe Painting in the old building? and the small narrow staircase? Well in my school, they have that.T_T. It makes me think that I am so not over OB.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just really hard to start over, you know? I have a problem with that. As in seriously. :)) Worse, Pau is in another section. I don't know about Jus. *sighs* Oh well.&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/7892483-5736918410083967934?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/5736918410083967934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=5736918410083967934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5736918410083967934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5736918410083967934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/start-of-something-new-amp-ambaduyoo.html' title='Start of Something New. Amp. Ambaduy!o.o'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-472899410350613711</id><published>2007-05-13T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T19:55:40.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;As a tribute to my mother on Mother's Day [though I know she won't ever see or read or hear about me blogging about her] I decided to list things which I've experienced with her [the good and bad]  through out the span of my 16 years.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 1- She gave birth to me in our delicate humble home. She later on explained that I wanted to get out of her womb abruptly and the hospital is out of the question.=_="&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2- She would always take me shopping in Glorietta.[ yes, i've practically learned how to walk there. I'm a Makati Bebe.:)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 3- Yaya and Mayet went home to Antique together and left me in my parent's care. My butt was full of scratches due to Mom's nails. She also fed me her slipper after being so "annoying" and inquiring about my father's absence. She also threw a nail cutter at me.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 4- She dressed up a little too much to my kinder recognition day after she found out that i was top of my class and will be receiving a gold medal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 5- She felt really bad because I picked Daddy to go up the stage with me as I was given my Valedictorian Medal when I graduated Preparatory. Dad taught me to call her "Mumu". She hated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 6- She pushed me into a 6 ft pool. I almost drowned, but my dad saved me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 7-My 7th birthday. Grand party. Haha. I had 4 outfit changes due to Mother. May of 1997, after my dad died, and I just got off the phone with Yaya, she sat down beside me, held me close, and soothed me. It calmed me down a little bit seeing someone was sharing my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 8- Otep. That bastard. He's my mom's ex. I hate him to hell. He used to be my father's bestfriend too. Traitor bastard gold digging son of a bitch. My mom almost picked him over me. I hated them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 9- still up on top of the class, and my mother was more concerned with her looks rather than my medals. phooey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 10- I dont really remember. Its more otep stuff i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 11- grade 5. I went to the states for the first time. Meeting her siblings were endearing. they love me so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 12- Graduated 6th grade with 8 gold medals. Mum was happy. From pride or pretty clothes and all the attention, i have yet to know. pre- hs stage. I wanted to go to Manresa/ Seton but she insisted on OB instead. I couldn't thank her enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 13- getting used to the mom-teen daughter angst brews all around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 14- USA. Fought with mum while watching National Treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 15- Senior year. September? Had a huge fight about the palanca letter with my mom. When I went home from the retreat, I was a changed person. Yihee.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 16- seldom petty fights with mom. I actually care about her now more than ever. I love my mom.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;There you go. As you can see, my mom and I are total opposites, and we don't get along all the time. However, there is still that fine line between love and hate. My mum is my only mom ever, and I do love her. Maybe not as much as I love my yaya, but still. The love is there and it will always be there no matter what. Happy Mommy's Day Mom.:) Love you tons.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit-//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this and I remembered my 7th year. (read up for info). Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/Rkb72kiKQnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fHUSYt1zaSg/s1600-h/bad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/Rkb72kiKQnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fHUSYt1zaSg/s320/bad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064011745963164274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-472899410350613711?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/472899410350613711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=472899410350613711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/472899410350613711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/472899410350613711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/as-tribute-to-my-mother-on-mothers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/Rkb72kiKQnI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fHUSYt1zaSg/s72-c/bad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-6496332888831708601</id><published>2007-05-10T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T22:39:13.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love Dan more than anything else.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-6496332888831708601?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/6496332888831708601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=6496332888831708601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6496332888831708601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6496332888831708601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/committment.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-811283566336605685</id><published>2007-05-09T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T17:58:19.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post isnt posted because of a fight between me and Daniel. Daniel is out of this, ok? be nice to him.&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank God for Anger&lt;/span&gt;. Why? Well, because of this emotion, I am able to stay true to myself, and express how I really feel. Makes sense? No? Well see, once I get angry, that's saying something. If someone is being mean and I get angry, it simply means that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not letting people walk all over me&lt;/span&gt; and treat me that way. Its that simple. If you get mad at people who are close to you, and they get mad as well and don't understand whatever points you are trying to get across, then they're not worth your time and attention. They are supposed to understand if they really feel for you, and in the first place, they shouldn't have done anything which could have provoked your rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it irritating when people tell you that they care for you, that they love you so much and thats the reason why they're there with you? Don't fall for those lines until they are proven. Some people say this just to let down your guard and attack you easily. Harsh? Well that's reality dearies. Be careful of people, and test them first to see if they're worth of your trust. If they really care for you, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS WOULD THEY DARE TO HURT YOU AND NOT TAKE RESPONSIBILITY ABOUT IT, no matter how stressed they maybe or how mad they are, IT JUST WON'T HAPPEN IF THE LOVE AND CARE IS THERE&lt;/span&gt;. If it happens though, then something is terribly wrong. You're bound to get hurt over and over and over again if you keep up with this type of shit. It may not happen everyday, but it will happen occasionally. Funny thing is, if it happens everyday, its not going to hurt as much as it would if it happens occassionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, in case you're wondering, something happened to me that hurt me so. Actually, it just happened minutes ago, and I'm using my blog to ease out all my frustrations. Ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-811283566336605685?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/811283566336605685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=811283566336605685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/811283566336605685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/811283566336605685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/this-post-isnt-posted-because-of-fight.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-2530800371634660734</id><published>2007-05-03T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:22:00.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 84% Happy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/happy-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's unlikely that you know anyone happier than you.&lt;br /&gt;You know how to be happy, no matter what life throws at 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://blogthings.com/howhappyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Happy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I really am a happy person am i?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 56% Open Minded&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.&lt;br /&gt;You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Caramel Frappuccino&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/caramel.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative and expressive, you tend to match your Frappuccino flavor to your mood. And a flavored syrup is always a must!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatflavorfrappuccinoareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Frappuccino Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#b9d3ee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness.&lt;br /&gt;You say whatever is on your mind. Other people's reactions don't phase you.&lt;br /&gt;You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are the Ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/ego.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a balanced approach to your life.&lt;br /&gt;You definitely aren't afraid to act out on your desires - even crazy ones.&lt;br /&gt;But you usually think first. Morals drive you as much as hedonism does.&lt;br /&gt;You've been able to live a life of pleasure... without living a life of excess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouidegoorsuperegoquiz/"&gt;Are You Id, Ego, or Superego?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;All American Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/all-american.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were well rounded and well liked in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Root Beer&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/root-beer.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultra sweet and innocent, you have a subtle complexity behind your sugary front.&lt;br /&gt;Children love you, but so do high end snobs... when you're brewed right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best soda compatibility match: Dr. Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from: Diet Coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofsodaareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soda Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is Very Rare (INTP)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality type is goofy, imaginative, relaxed, and brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only about 4% of all people have your personality, including 2% of all women and 6% of all men&lt;br /&gt;You are Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howrareisyourpersonalityquiz/"&gt;How Rare Is Your Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 32% Evil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well.&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#e0eeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Get a MD (Doctor of Medicine)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f0ffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/md.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both compassionate and brilliant - a rare combination.&lt;br /&gt;You were born to be a doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatadvanceddegreeshouldyougetquiz/"&gt;What Advanced Degree Should You Get?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Cyclops&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/cyclops.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated and responsible, you will always remain loyal to your cause.&lt;br /&gt;You are a commanding leader - after all, you can kill someone just by looking at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power: force beams from your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whichofthexmenareyouquiz/"&gt;Which of the X-Men Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Guys Like That You're Sensitive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/you-are-sensitive.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not in that "cry at a drop of a hat" sort of way&lt;br /&gt;You just get most guys - even if you're not trying to&lt;br /&gt;Guys find it is easy to confide in you and tell you their secrets&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you tend to get close quickly in relationships!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoguyslikeaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Like About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#ade9ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Dianne Therese Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#d1f3ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D is for Dashing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for Intense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A is for Amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Natural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N is for Neglected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T is for Tasty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H is for Hardworking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Elegant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R is for Romantic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Enlightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S is for Smooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E is for Energetic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoesyournamemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Probably Look Younger Than Your Age&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/younger.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live a healthy lifestyle and know how to take care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You'll probably have a youthful glow for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyoulookyouragequiz/"&gt;Do You Look Your Age?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Driving Is is: 63% Male, 37% Female&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/driving-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to studies, you generally drive like a typical male.&lt;br /&gt;You're confident in your driving skills, and hardly any situation gets the better of you.&lt;br /&gt;And while you may have a few tickets under your belt, you're still a very good driver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyoudrivelikeaguyoragirlquiz/"&gt;Do You Drive Like a Guy or a Girl?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Guys Think of Your Ponytail...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/ponytail.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlish, free spirited, low maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;The kind of girl he can take camping ... for fire building and romance :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdoguysthinkofyourhairquiz/"&gt;What Do Guys Think Of Your Hair?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality is 28% Addictive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/doyouhaveanaddictivepersonalityquiz/addictive-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have an addictive personality - at least, not usually.&lt;br /&gt;You can indulge in vices freely, and there's little chance that you'll get hooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/doyouhaveanaddictivepersonalityquiz/"&gt;Do You Have an Addictive Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dedede;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Face Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f4f4f4"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/face.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first glance, people see you as driven and ambitious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, your true self is passive and thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends, you seem logical, detached, and a bit manipulative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you seem mysterious and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In stressful situations, you seem cheerful and optimistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatdopeoplethinkofyourfacequiz/"&gt;What Do People Think Of Your Face?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Attitude is Better than 80% of the Population&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/attitude-5.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a winner attitude. You're always optimistic and cheery. Your personality will get you far in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howsyourattitudequiz/"&gt;How's Your Attitude?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 54% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little vain, but more than anything you have a healthy amount of confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking the world of yourself is great. Just don't think less of those who aren't as pretty as 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://blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Observation Skills Get A D+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/observant-d.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that you remembered to put on underwear today...&lt;br /&gt;But really, that's about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howobservantareyouquiz/"&gt;How Observant Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Jealous Ex&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/jealous-ex.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not quite over your past, and you are hurt that your ex is moving on&lt;br /&gt;You're no longer in love, but you're not done with being pissed&lt;br /&gt;Jealous of any happiness that comes your ex's way, you still can't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whattypeofexareyouquiz/"&gt;What Type of Ex Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Running on 52% Adrenaline&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyourunningonadrenalinequiz/ad-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Adrenaline Level: High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often feel like you are running on empty. And it doesn't feel great!&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down a little - even if it means not getting everything done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyourunningonadrenalinequiz/"&gt;Are You Running on Adrenaline?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 64% Lady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/lady-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you are a refined lady with excellent manners.&lt;br /&gt;But you also know when to relax and not get too serious about etiquette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyoualadyquiz/"&gt;Are You A Lady?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shempre naaddict ako sa Blog things. Haha. Amboring ng summer... June 12 pa pasukan.T_T&lt;br /&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/7892483-2530800371634660734?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/2530800371634660734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=2530800371634660734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2530800371634660734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2530800371634660734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-are-84-happy-its-unlikely-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-7979556788888562548</id><published>2007-05-01T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:37:57.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dahil bored ako:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 74% Grown Up, 26% Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/mature-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, you are definitely quite emotionally mature.&lt;br /&gt;Although you have your moments of moodiness, you're usually stable and level headed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howemotionallymatureareyouquiz/"&gt;How Emotionally Mature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Dan told me I'm mature. Didn't believe him. Still dont think that I am.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hala. This is absolutely wrong.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Gummy Bears&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 250, 250);"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/gummy-bears.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatkindofcandyareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Candy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuuummm.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 16% California&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/cali-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a bogus Californian. Go back to the East Coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howcaliforniaareyouquiz/"&gt;How California Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are Not a Cheapskate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/cheapskate-2.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to money, you're very fair.&lt;br /&gt;You're generous when you can be, and you never cheat anyone out of what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;If you have the money, you enjoy splurging. But you never overspend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/areyouacheapskatequiz/"&gt;Are You a Cheapskate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Dan. Ok. maybe.&gt;:P Bad boy.&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(248, 139, 139);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 50% Boyish and 50% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(167, 206, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.&lt;br /&gt;You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.&lt;br /&gt;You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beeh. Told you im not that girly.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 60% Nerdy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/nerd-3.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be a bit surprised with this score, but your more of a closet nerd than an actual nerd.&lt;br /&gt;Stop denying your inner nerd! You're truly dorkier than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/hownerdyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Nerdy Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP!:P I am so not a closet nerd.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Mermaid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/mermaid.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a total daydreamer, and people tend to think you're flakier than you actually are.&lt;br /&gt;While your head is often in the clouds, you'll always come back to earth to help someone in need.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond being a caring person, you are also very intelligent and rational.&lt;br /&gt;You understand the connections of the universe better than almost anyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatmythologicalcreatureareyouquiz/"&gt;What Mythological Creature Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah..the reason why Daniel is attracted to me.:P Love you.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 2: The Helper&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(255, 250, 250);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always put on a happy face and try to help those around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're incredibly empathetic and care about everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able to see the good in others, you're thoughtful, warm, and sincere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect with people who are charming and charismatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatnumberareyouquiz/"&gt;What Number Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Metal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/metal.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you inspire and respect your partner.&lt;br /&gt;For you, love is all about fusing together for one incredible life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with wit and a bit of flash.&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style is defined by making others want and value you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greatness and optimism are the cornerstones of your love life.&lt;br /&gt;You may let go too easily, but you never get weighed down by your past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and another Metal element: will control and smother each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/"&gt;What Element Is Your Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeee.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#fff8c2;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Life Secrets Are&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffce3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/love.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's important to you that your lover is very attractive. You like to have someone to show off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fights, you love to debate and defend yourself. You logic prevails - or at least you'd like to think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A break-up usually comes as a shock to you. You always think things are going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/yourlovelifesecretsrevealedquiz/"&gt;Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks are important eh? Lucky my man is gorgeous.:D He's miiiiiiine!&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Meme na.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-7979556788888562548?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/7979556788888562548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=7979556788888562548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7979556788888562548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7979556788888562548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/05/dahil-bored-ako-you-are-74-grown-up-26.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-6562316817875603885</id><published>2007-04-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T21:58:07.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>o1. Ako ay si:&lt;br /&gt;. yanni:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o2. Sabi nila ako daw ay:&lt;br /&gt;. fast learner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o3. Sabi ko naman:&lt;br /&gt;. ah..oo nga..:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o4. Ang huli kong binili ay:&lt;br /&gt;. redribbon cinnamon rolls:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o5. Ang huli kong kinain ay:&lt;br /&gt;. pipino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o6. Ang cellphone ko ay:&lt;br /&gt;. sony ericsson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o7. Ang huling nag-missed call sa fone&lt;br /&gt;ko ay:&lt;br /&gt;. si yaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o8. Ang huling nag text sa kin ay:&lt;br /&gt;. si yaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Nagising ako kaninang:&lt;br /&gt;. 830am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1o. Pagkagising ko ako ay:&lt;br /&gt;. nagbasa ng texts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Ako ay nasa:&lt;br /&gt;. bahay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ang kulay ng suot ko ngaun ay:&lt;br /&gt;. blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Ang kulay ng bed sheet ko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;ay:&lt;br /&gt;. blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Naiinis ako:&lt;br /&gt;. kasi isa akong malaking distraction..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Natutuwa naman ako kasi:&lt;br /&gt;. nagkatelebabad sessions kami ni auds kanina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Namimiss ko na:&lt;br /&gt;. ang OB at ang ingay ng 4 A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hindi ko naman namimiss:&lt;br /&gt;. ang bad memories ko sa high school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Huli akong uminom:&lt;br /&gt;. alcoholic? uhm... December?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Ang ininom ko ay:&lt;br /&gt;. Vodka Spritzers. Love you auds.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2o. Kasama ko nun si:&lt;br /&gt;. si auds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Ang oras ngayon ay:&lt;br /&gt;.950pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Ang nag send sakin ng survey na to&lt;br /&gt;ay si:&lt;br /&gt;. bren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Nagsasagot ako nito kasi:&lt;br /&gt;. bored ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Huli akong umiyak nung:&lt;br /&gt;. kanikanina lang/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Pinaiyak ako ni:&lt;br /&gt;. Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Huli naman akong tumawa nung:&lt;br /&gt;. kanina lang din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Pinatawa naman ako:&lt;br /&gt;. Auds. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Naiisip ko:&lt;br /&gt;. na bad girl nga ata ako.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Gusto ko:&lt;br /&gt;. magdrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.Ang kantang pinakikinggan ko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;ay:&lt;br /&gt;. Blind- lifehouse.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;CNO"&lt;br /&gt;1. ang nasa isip mo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;- madami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ang pipiliin mo? taong mahal mo o&lt;br /&gt;yung taong nagmamahal sayo?&lt;br /&gt;- nakupow. bahala na;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ang pipiliin mo? friends o yung&lt;br /&gt;taong mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- depende sa sitwasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ang namimiss mo?&lt;br /&gt;- 4 a.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ang close friend/s mo?&lt;br /&gt;- madami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ang kinaiinisang mong tao?&lt;br /&gt;- si yaya. nananakot kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ang gusto mong bigyan ka ng testi?&lt;br /&gt;- kahit sino. d ako sugapa sa testi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ang madalas mong katext?&lt;br /&gt;- si mands, borjy, si yaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ang last mong tinext?&lt;br /&gt;- si borj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ang gusto mong makasama ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;- circle of prends:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ANO"&lt;br /&gt;1. ang kinaiinisan mong bagay?&lt;br /&gt;- dpende sa mood ko.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ang gusto mo, drummer or guitarist?&lt;br /&gt;- guitarists..*looks at borja. giggles at the thought of the drummer joke*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ang favorite mong banda?&lt;br /&gt;- marami/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ang favorite mong kanta?&lt;br /&gt;- dami eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ang madalas mong ginagawa&lt;br /&gt;pagnabobored ka?&lt;br /&gt;- magbasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ang gagawin mo pag sinaktan ka ng&lt;br /&gt;taong mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- mumurahin ko xa;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. ang gagawin mo pag binalikan ka ng&lt;br /&gt;dati mong mahal?&lt;br /&gt;- ........depende.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ang gagawin mo pag iniwan ka ng&lt;br /&gt;taong mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- gago ka.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAYA mo BANG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mabuhay ng walang cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;- pede din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. magmahal ng taong hindi ka kayang&lt;br /&gt;mahalin?&lt;br /&gt;- hayyy naku. next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ibigay ang lahat para sa taong&lt;br /&gt;mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. mabuhay ng walang kaibigan?&lt;br /&gt;- nde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BAKIT"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ka nagmamahal ng isang taong alam&lt;br /&gt;mong hindi ka kayang mahalin?&lt;br /&gt;- nde mo mapipigilan ang love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ka nagmamahal?&lt;br /&gt;- kasi gusto ko. care mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. gusto mong mamatay?&lt;br /&gt;- ayaw ko pa. masarap mabuhay gago.:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. masarap kumain?&lt;br /&gt;- kasi nakakabusog?:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAANO..&lt;br /&gt;1. pagnawalan ka ng cellphone?&lt;br /&gt;- waaaaaag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ka pinapangiti o pinapasaya ng&lt;br /&gt;mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- simple lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ka magmahal ng tao?&lt;br /&gt;- bigay lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan Mo Na Bang..&lt;br /&gt;1. manigarilyo?&lt;br /&gt;- oo. love you auds.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. uminom ng beer?&lt;br /&gt;- o naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. magsinungaling sa taong mahal&lt;br /&gt;mo?&lt;br /&gt;- yeah..bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. hindi kumain sa isang araw?&lt;br /&gt;- yap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. mawalan ng pera?&lt;br /&gt;- uhuh....huhuhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. mabigyan ng violation?&lt;br /&gt;- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. mapagalitan ng teacher?&lt;br /&gt;- oo naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. mahulog sa kama?&lt;br /&gt;- oo.a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. umiyak ng sobra?&lt;br /&gt;- oo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. magmakaawa na balikan ka ng taong&lt;br /&gt;mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;- .........oo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-6562316817875603885?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/6562316817875603885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=6562316817875603885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6562316817875603885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6562316817875603885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/04/o1.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-7059285554845474936</id><published>2007-04-19T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T19:37:33.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My brand of cocaine</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me for the lack of updates. I've been busy with my Makati Med exams and requirements, and catching up on my reading. Reading..something I haven't done in months. Goodness. The end of senior year was so hectic.:P Hehe. Anyways,&lt;a href="http://sweetmuch.blogspot.com/"&gt;Krissa&lt;/a&gt; recommended this book which I've got my eyes on for months. I guess that was the push I needed to finally buy it.&lt;br /&gt;Because the gimmick plan last tuesday was cancelled [raincheck everyone!&gt;:P] I just went to MOA with yaya to buy the book from Fully Booked. Layo no? haha. The things we go through because of my love for books.:P Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I found the books &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt;. The books are about a human [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isabella Swan&lt;/span&gt;] and a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; vampire [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/span&gt;] falling in love and enduring many trials thrown their way. =) Haha. Good Vampire you ask? Yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they hunt animals and not humans in order to satisfy their thirst.&lt;/span&gt;:) Unbelievable isnt it? The story is so hooking that I finished the two books , both with 500+ pages each, in just...lets say 6 hours.XP Its an addicting read really.:) Oh and Edward is really addicting too. Lets just say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; he's my rehab for being addicted to Harry Potter for such a long time&lt;/span&gt;.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 413px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/10970000/10975215.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 339px; height: 429px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/11450000/11450312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I just wanted to show you the picture of our gym which I took last Monday. I never noticed that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; up until now.:P Bad bad. But yeah, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do miss Ob and I do miss being a montessorian&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Being called a montessorian isnt bad at all&lt;/span&gt;, actually, it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;makes me feel proud&lt;/span&gt; that I was able to belong in a place which taught me alot of the most important values in life. Wah, I miss OB. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 332px; height: 482px;" src="http://img255.imageshack.us/img255/4628/dsc00699wm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-7059285554845474936?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/7059285554845474936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=7059285554845474936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7059285554845474936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/7059285554845474936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-brand-of-cocaine.html' title='My brand of cocaine'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-8977652504585411715</id><published>2007-04-12T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T22:34:24.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I saw this..and it made me cry.. It made me realize the bad things my mom and I went through. All the pain, and the tears we quietly shed without letting the other one see. (yaya told me my mom cried because of me..T_T)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;When you were 8 years&lt;br /&gt;old,&lt;br /&gt;your mom handed you an ice cream. You&lt;br /&gt;thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by dripping it all over your lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 9 years old, she paid for&lt;br /&gt;piano&lt;br /&gt;lessons. You thanked her by never even&lt;br /&gt;bothering&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 10 years old she drove&lt;br /&gt;you all&lt;br /&gt;day,&lt;br /&gt;from soccer to football to one birthday&lt;br /&gt;party after&lt;br /&gt;another. You thanked her by jumping out&lt;br /&gt;of the car&lt;br /&gt;and never looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 11 years old, she took&lt;br /&gt;you and&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;friends to the movies. You thanked her&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;asking&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;sit in a different row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 12 years old, she&lt;br /&gt;warned you not&lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;watch certain TV shows. You thanked her&lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt;waiting&lt;br /&gt;until she left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 13, she suggested a&lt;br /&gt;haircut that&lt;br /&gt;was&lt;br /&gt;becoming. You thanked her by telling&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;she had&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 14, she paid for a month&lt;br /&gt;away at&lt;br /&gt;summer camp. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to&lt;br /&gt;write&lt;br /&gt;a single letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 15, she came home from&lt;br /&gt;work,&lt;br /&gt;looking for a hug. You thanked her by&lt;br /&gt;having your&lt;br /&gt;bedroom door locked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 16, she taught you how&lt;br /&gt;to drive&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;car. You thanked her by taking it every&lt;br /&gt;chance&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 17, she was expecting&lt;br /&gt;an&lt;br /&gt;important&lt;br /&gt;call. You thanked her by being on the&lt;br /&gt;phone all&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 18, she cried at your&lt;br /&gt;high school&lt;br /&gt;graduation. You thanked her by staying&lt;br /&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;partying&lt;br /&gt;until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 19, she paid for your&lt;br /&gt;college&lt;br /&gt;tuition,&lt;br /&gt;drove you to campus carried your bags.&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;thanked&lt;br /&gt;her by saying good-bye outside the dorm&lt;br /&gt;so you&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't be embarrassed in front of&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;br /&gt;friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 25, she helped to pay&lt;br /&gt;for your&lt;br /&gt;wedding, and she cried and told you&lt;br /&gt;how deeply&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;loved you. You thanked her by moving&lt;br /&gt;halfway&lt;br /&gt;across&lt;br /&gt;the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were 50, she fell ill and&lt;br /&gt;needed you to&lt;br /&gt;take&lt;br /&gt;care of her. You thanked her by reading&lt;br /&gt;about the&lt;br /&gt;burden parents become to their&lt;br /&gt;children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one day, she quietly died.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;you never did came crashing down like&lt;br /&gt;thunder on&lt;br /&gt;YOUR HEART..&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my mom to die. I don't have a dad, and though we don't get along well all of the time, I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;We went to the hospital yesterday..and found out that mom has cysts and myomas in her ovaries and uterus.. She'll be undergoing surgery..and to tell you frankly.. I'm scared.:(&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-8977652504585411715?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/8977652504585411715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=8977652504585411715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/8977652504585411715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/8977652504585411715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-saw-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-4821993079303040660</id><published>2007-04-11T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T21:41:57.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I took the entrance exam in Makati Med (RHMS) earlier. Our proctor told us that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ All shoodents should have their pencils.&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;~We cant use our cellphones BEFORE AND AFTER the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San ka pa? haha.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay.. 4 days lang pasok sa makati med. Funtimes.:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I was in OB earlier. Naiyak ako. Miss ko na OB.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I have to go to LTO tomorrow to get my student's permit. Bullcrap.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Its so hot. Owmeyn.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;This post is random.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Well duh.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep. Au revoir.:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-4821993079303040660?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/4821993079303040660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=4821993079303040660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/4821993079303040660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/4821993079303040660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-took-entrance-exam-in-makati-med-rhms.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-1599293510087836405</id><published>2007-04-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:50:32.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I've read things earlier about "signals" one gives off in relationships. I've had my own shares of "mixed" signals which Daniel misinterpreted and somehow led us to an argument. Ok, arguments.:P Haha. Anyways, this inspired me to..well. Analyze my actions and words and see what they really mean.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~When I smile, it means I'm happy about something. Ask me if you want to know what. Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;~When I cry, it means I'm hurt, and mind you, I'm not easily hurt.&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;~When I laugh, I enjoy your company and am hoping that you enjoy mine too.:)&lt;br /&gt;~When I blush, I like you.:D&lt;br /&gt;~When I go quiet in the middle of a conversation, it either means that a thought struck me while we're talking, or I'm taking what youre saying seriously.:P&lt;br /&gt;~When I frown, comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;~When I ask you to hold my hand, I need someone to cling on to.:P&lt;br /&gt;~When I get affectionate, then I want to be affectionate, duh.:P&lt;br /&gt;~When I kiss you, it means I love you and I care for you deeply. *this goes for friends too.:)*&lt;br /&gt;~When I get upset at you, I wouldn't want to talk things through right away. Let me cool down.&lt;br /&gt;~When I tell you that I love you, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;~ When I want to make you smile, I'll try everything just to make you smile.&lt;br /&gt;~When I'm quiet, i'm sad or thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Aun muna. I'm tired na. Haha. Meme.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Miss ko padin ang OB..*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-1599293510087836405?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/1599293510087836405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=1599293510087836405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/1599293510087836405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/1599293510087836405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/04/ive-read-things-earlier-about-signals.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-2798628079913822482</id><published>2007-04-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T21:15:06.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Summer...has been going way too slow for my liking. I found refuge in playing Sims and O2 jam, but it could get tiring too, you know?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I've been quite active in &lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/"&gt;Deviant Art&lt;/a&gt; lately, making new graphics and stuff, chatting and meeting new friends. Below is my latest graphic work:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RhjpqzEZi_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uiT459Y5lLY/s1600-h/sakura-chan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RhjpqzEZi_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uiT459Y5lLY/s320/sakura-chan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051043903568448498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakura and Li Shaoran from the anime Cardcaptor Sakura. I don't know. The idea just popped in my head.:P I've always loved the series (and Li...and Yukito..shh:P) Hehe. Oh if you are not busy doing something, visit my dART site &lt;a href="http://kittypoptart23.deviantart.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I miss OB terribly. :[ Everything about it. I really really do. Phooey.:[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-2798628079913822482?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/2798628079913822482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=2798628079913822482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2798628079913822482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/2798628079913822482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dh-jsM4ODIE/RhjpqzEZi_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/uiT459Y5lLY/s72-c/sakura-chan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-49679256457251814</id><published>2007-03-29T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T15:21:40.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye Bye OB</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I am now officially part of the OBMCI Alumni Association, having graduated High school almost 3 hours ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parting is such a sweet sorrow. We've been hearing this cliche for years now, but today, its very gist hit all of us in such great impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our high school years have proven to be the best years of our life. We're young and carefree. And now, as we close the High School chapter in our book of Life, I can't help but look back on the memories, and the close knitted bonds formed during our stay in our Alma Mater, Operation Brotherhood Montessori Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was sitting there, listening to Amb. Soliven's welcoming and very heart felt messages for the graduates, I can't help but feel guilty. I've never EVER realized the true beauty of the life of this woman. Before, she was just...the owner of the school, and a columnist, well-known all over the world for her role in UNESCO. But today, she spoke with such reverence, that I found myself wanting to live my life in the way she lived hers. She followed her dreams, and didn't let any hardship, or trial stop her on her way to achieving them. She is such a remarkable person, and I guess, its better late than never, talking about how I just appreciated her during my last day in Highschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ambassador Preciosa Soliven, thank you for having perspective in making a chance in the hearts of young students like us. Mabuhay kayo.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last part, a tribute to Max Soliven was shown, and found ourselves, once again, enthralled by the prestige of the Solivens. They are not famous because they're rich, but because they did everything that they can in order to help the next filipino generation, achieve their dreams, and have the goal in improving the condition of our third world country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like how Gat Jose Rizal said, the young people in this country will be the hope of this nation.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about the Solivens.:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To OBMCI Batch 2007, Congratulations. We had our shot in making a legacy in OB's history, and we sure did grab it. Good Luck on your future ventures.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;4-A Las Pinas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    There is just no way that I can forget you guys, and you all will surely be missed. The bonds we shared is just so unforgettable, I'm sure I'll take it with me even as we go on with our lives outside the walls of OBLP. Walang kalimutan.:) Batch mates forever.:) I love you guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-49679256457251814?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/49679256457251814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=49679256457251814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/49679256457251814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/49679256457251814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/03/bye-bye-ob.html' title='Bye Bye OB'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-6634022408325041932</id><published>2007-03-26T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:51:43.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Ay nakalimutan ko. Anniversary pala namin nung 23. haha. ambad ko.(=^_^=;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things in the past which I want to change so badly. I know, other people feel the same way din, pero I dont know. I'm just plain weird. And I hurt badly. Tipong.. I forgive , but I don't forget easily. Ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People tell me that I have a nice personality, but I seriously don't like my attitude. Not that I want to go be a rebel and such. Just..there's a lot more room for improvement. I guess ayoko lang na napupuri when I don't feel like I'm exerting my best na. Teehee.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, summer is being a bitch. Its so hot. (well duh, summer) and its boring. And..Im graduating in 2 days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Survey.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;1. Honestly what color is your shirt?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Pink and Yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Daniel..Rei..Graduation. Phooey. Bad combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. HoneStly, what are you doing right&lt;br /&gt;now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Nakikipagaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Honestly, have you ever been in&lt;br /&gt;love ?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Heck yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something&lt;br /&gt;bad today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Honestly, do you watch disney&lt;br /&gt;channel?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I love it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Honestly, who is the last person you&lt;br /&gt;talked to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Faldee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Honestly, are you jealous of&lt;br /&gt;somebody right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Rei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you mad most&lt;br /&gt;of the time?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Rei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Honestly, do you use anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Honestly, do you want to see&lt;br /&gt;someone this very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yes. Oh what i wouldnt give just to see you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Honestly, do you have a friend you&lt;br /&gt;don't actually like?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Honestly, do you love anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yup:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Haha. Borja, honest answer nga?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIFFERENT EMOTIONS SURVEY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Anger Section*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; past years? cut. Now, cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What's the worst thing you've done&lt;br /&gt;when you were mad?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were&lt;br /&gt;mad?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you swear when your mad?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Oh friggin yes.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When was the last time you really&lt;br /&gt;cried?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Bad memories. Heartaches. Goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Yea:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Does being with your friends make&lt;br /&gt;you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When people say they think you are&lt;br /&gt;good looking/pretty, do you get happy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; No.XP&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ui guys, I need help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;WHAT MAKES A BOY SMILE? AS IN SERYOSO? SIMPLE THINGS LANG. WHAT?:p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-6634022408325041932?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/6634022408325041932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=6634022408325041932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6634022408325041932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/6634022408325041932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/03/ay-nakalimutan-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-5735860842416183624</id><published>2007-03-23T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T23:01:35.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god. Senior year is over (though not officially, Graduation's on the 29th) and I am not yet ready to go to college.^_^;; Anyways, I think its time to make my "Goodbye Highschool, Hello College" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;1st year- Newbie.&lt;br /&gt;                      Sir Rox&lt;br /&gt;                     My name is Jonathan, my father is Jon and my tito is Nathan...&lt;br /&gt;                    1st seatmate in OB: Monel&lt;br /&gt;                    Aced the first quiz in computer&lt;br /&gt;                    Marisse.&lt;br /&gt;                    Manangs.&lt;br /&gt;                    Uncalled for diving in the grounds. (Oo Bert, ikaw talaga may kasalanan!)&lt;br /&gt;                    Kends' HP ringtone during assembly.&lt;br /&gt;                    KFC.&lt;br /&gt;                    Diana Tuna.&lt;br /&gt;                    Langit Lupa.&lt;br /&gt;                    Casa Kids (Arrianne is now in the 2nd grade.:])&lt;br /&gt;                    Auds getting knocked over by Mrs. Malenab's daughter. (Sorry auds, naalala ko lang:P)&lt;br /&gt;                    Rowell crying beside the lockers.&lt;br /&gt;                    January 28 fallout.:(&lt;br /&gt;                    Enchanted.:)&lt;br /&gt;                   Jeahan,Krissa,Yanni,Auds,JV,Kends,Borj&lt;br /&gt;                    Matrix&lt;br /&gt;                    With friends like you, I don't need enemies.&lt;br /&gt;                    JV/Yanni Love team.Ick.&lt;br /&gt;                    Nang nagsimula manggulo ang lalaki sa aking panaginip.&lt;br /&gt;                    Libwo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophomore Year- Mr. Custodio's rage. "Ugatak"&lt;br /&gt;                                       "Cristobal, baliw ka ba? tumatawa ka dian ng walang dahilan.."&lt;br /&gt;                                       Ace Aziz Jabar- amp.:))&lt;br /&gt;                                        Lalong lumala si dream man.&lt;br /&gt;                                       Antonio and Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;                                        Lady Guard&lt;br /&gt;                                        Kuya Mark&lt;br /&gt;                                       Sing-out&lt;br /&gt;                                        Bangladesh&lt;br /&gt;                                        Ate Shitelletoes.&lt;br /&gt;                                        Cuenca and Josem&lt;br /&gt;                                        Miss Guieb&lt;br /&gt;                                        Truth Or Dare Ugatak Version.&lt;br /&gt;                                       Ako:Sino Crush mo? *sagot si borja* TAKBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior Year- Byebye Bes.:(&lt;br /&gt;                              Prom Wrestling Mania.&lt;br /&gt;                              Amandee.&lt;br /&gt;                                US.&lt;br /&gt;                              Hello Hunny.:)&lt;br /&gt;                              Nag-I-love you si borja.&lt;br /&gt;                              Stress.&lt;br /&gt;                              Journalism Newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;                            Away Dahil kay Jeahan.&lt;br /&gt;                            ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Year-Sissie!&lt;br /&gt;                            Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;                            Pokemon/Magic cards&lt;br /&gt;                            4-A.&lt;br /&gt;                            Mrs. Ricafort&lt;br /&gt;                            Faldee.=))&lt;br /&gt;                            Bulate.&lt;br /&gt;                            Volta.&lt;br /&gt;                           Chito.&lt;br /&gt;                            Crame.&lt;br /&gt;                            medicated medic.&lt;br /&gt;                            Bivuoac.&lt;br /&gt;                             Paza.=))&lt;br /&gt;                           Sophinne.&lt;br /&gt;                            Julz&lt;br /&gt;                            I dont like butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;                            Tarpaulin.&lt;br /&gt;                            Sampaguita.&lt;br /&gt;                            Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;                            Brooklyn&lt;br /&gt;                           Incident report=Mcdo.:P&lt;br /&gt;                            Music Class.&lt;br /&gt;                           Tomtom and Rei.XP&lt;br /&gt;                           &lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Super rami ng nangyari ng Highschool. Parang kahapon lang, 1st year ka pa lang. Tapos ngayon, tapos na. Time flies fast when youre having fun. Super thank you sa lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks:')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kends- Daddee, wag mong kalimutan. Every other friday lalabas tayo. Susunduin kita sa Ateneo. ayos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam- anak kong tisay, da best ka.:) Thanks for always being there.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takeshi- vain vain vain. Pero pogi ka.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auds- lola, lagi kang kakain ah. Thank you.:) Alam nio ng lahat ng gusto kong sabihin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex- boytoy, salamat sa pagtitiis saking kaharutan.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se- baby you are hot, you are just like mommy.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Borj- uuuy. Mandee. Haha.&gt;:) Yes, malayo ang madocs sa Lasalle!&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole- Mabuhay. Este, mamatay pala.:) Love you beybi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aid- thanks for all the hugs and for being affectionate.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jayce- sa pakikinig sakin, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mands- Mommi. Alam mo na yun.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dondon- cheatmate. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gian- favorite seatmate ko ever. Ingatan mo si cobra. Baka matuka ng anaconda ni Faldee=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim- sweet voice dearie. keep singing.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine D.- Deybs. Mamimiss kita super. Be gay.&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justine G- kapitbahay, andito lang ako. hehe.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEA- my labs. Mamimiss kita ng todo. AS in seryoso. Love kita.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pau- haaay. kakilig kilig na boses. Mamiss ko.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jels- Ginuud man day! Hehe.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dewa- anak, iwuvshu. Tanda mo pa yun?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monel- waa. wala ng mabango.T_T haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len- yung sapatos ni Sophinne! Hehe. Musshuuu:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volts- Volta partner. Orientation Buddy , ingat ka ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- CnC parin a!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bert- No comment. Haha. Madaya ka padin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jv- Kuya koooo. Dito ka na lang. Wag ka na lipat, pede? Iyak ako, sige ka.T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minseun- Chingu! Nuna! lahat na! Saranghe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chari- bff since grade 5. Ingat sa global. Kaya yan!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred- behave ka na ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Von- 2nd seatmate sa Ob. Magsalita ka naman?:P Kahit babay lang, ok na.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo- My adopted. Ingat kayo ng patay mong kapatid ah? Stay happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim- sweet voice. keep singing.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ern- biatch. ay naku. wala na akong kaapir.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy- ingatan mo si mommy. wag ka ng magbabangga.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sissie- Alam mo na yuuuun.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel- good girl ka naman talaga eh. Stay happy, sexy, and pretty.:) All the best for you and mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faldee- Hay naku. Super mamimiss kita. Ala na yung anaconda.=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw ko na. Naiiyak na ako. Lahat sila magsisilipatan.:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-5735860842416183624?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/5735860842416183624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=5735860842416183624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5735860842416183624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/5735860842416183624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-117101210122730938</id><published>2007-02-09T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T17:08:21.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My CAT teacher posted this very heart warming poem.:) Its written by Fr. Ariel Robles and I wanted to share it with you.:)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Sa aking pagtanda, unawain mo sana&lt;br /&gt;ako at pagpasensyahan. Kapag dala ng&lt;br /&gt;kalabuan ng mata ay nakabasag ako ng&lt;br /&gt;pinggan o nakatapon ng sabaw sa hapag&lt;br /&gt;kainan, huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;kagagalitan. Maramdamin ang isang&lt;br /&gt;matanda. Nagse-self-pity ako tuwing&lt;br /&gt;sisigawan mo ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na ang tenga ko at&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko maintindihan ang sinasabi mo,&lt;br /&gt;huwag mo naman sana akong sabihan&lt;br /&gt;ng "binge!" paki-ulit nalang ang&lt;br /&gt;sinabi mo o pakisulat nalang. Pasensya&lt;br /&gt;ka na, anak. Matanda na talaga&lt;br /&gt;ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag mahina na tuhod ko,&lt;br /&gt;pagtiyagaan mo sana akong tulungang&lt;br /&gt;tumayo, katulad ng pag-aalalay ko sa&lt;br /&gt;iyo noong nag-aaral ka pa lamang&lt;br /&gt;lumakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana ako kung&lt;br /&gt;ako man ay nagiging makulit at paulit&lt;br /&gt;ulit na parang sirang plaka. Basta&lt;br /&gt;pakinggan mo nalang ako. Huwag mo sana&lt;br /&gt;akong pagtatawanan o pagsasawaang&lt;br /&gt;pakinggan. Natatandaan mo anak noong&lt;br /&gt;bata ka pa? kapag gusto mo ng&lt;br /&gt;lobo,paulit-ulit mo 'yong sasabihin,&lt;br /&gt;maghapon kang mangungulit hangga't&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo nakukuha ang gusto mo.&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtyagaan ko ang kakulitan&lt;br /&gt;mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo na rin sana ang&lt;br /&gt;aking amoy. Amoy matanda, amoy lupa.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag mo sana akong piliting maligo.&lt;br /&gt;Mahina na ang katawan ko. Madaling&lt;br /&gt;magkasakit kapag nalamigan, huwag mo&lt;br /&gt;sana akong pandirihan. Natatandaan mo&lt;br /&gt;noong bata ka pa? Pinagtyagaan kitang&lt;br /&gt;habulin sa ilalim ng kama kapag ayaw&lt;br /&gt;mong maligo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagpasensyahan mo sana kung&lt;br /&gt;madalas, ako'y masungit, dala na&lt;br /&gt;marahil ito ng katandaan. Pagtanda mo,&lt;br /&gt;maiintindihan mo rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may konti kang panahon,&lt;br /&gt;magkwentohan naman tayo, kahit sandali&lt;br /&gt;lang. inip na ako sa bahay, maghapong&lt;br /&gt;nag-iisa. Walang kausap. Alam kong&lt;br /&gt;busy ka sa trabaho, subalit nais kong&lt;br /&gt;malaman mo na sabik na sabik na akong&lt;br /&gt;makakwentohan ka, kahit alam kong&lt;br /&gt;hindi ka interesado sa mga kwento ko.&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo anak, noong bata ka pa?&lt;br /&gt;Pinagtyagaan kong pakinggan at&lt;br /&gt;intindihin ang pautal-utal mong kwento&lt;br /&gt;tungkol sa iyong teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kapag dumating ang sandali na&lt;br /&gt;ako'y magkakasakit at maratay sa banig&lt;br /&gt;ng karamdaman, huwag mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;pagsawaan alagaan. Pagpasensyahan mo&lt;br /&gt;na sana kung ako man ay maihi o madumi&lt;br /&gt;sa higaan, pagtyagaan mo sana akong&lt;br /&gt;alagaan sa mga huling sandali ng aking&lt;br /&gt;buhay. Tutal hindi na naman ako&lt;br /&gt;magtatagal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag dumating ang sandali ng&lt;br /&gt;aking pagpanaw, hawakan mo sana ang&lt;br /&gt;aking kamay at bigyan mo ako ng lakas&lt;br /&gt;ng loob na harapin ang&lt;br /&gt;kamatayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At huwag kang mag-alala, kapag&lt;br /&gt;kaharap ko na ang Diyos na lumikha,&lt;br /&gt;ibubulong ko sa kanya na pagpalain ka&lt;br /&gt;sana … dahil naging mapagmahal ka sa&lt;br /&gt;iyong ama't ina…&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/7892483-117101210122730938?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/117101210122730938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=117101210122730938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/117101210122730938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/117101210122730938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-cat-teacher-posted-this-very-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116903923101493719</id><published>2007-01-17T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:07:11.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Hello UBE.:)&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/7892483-116903923101493719?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116903923101493719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116903923101493719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116903923101493719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116903923101493719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-ube.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116748164084859061</id><published>2006-12-30T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T20:27:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me thank those who voted for me!:) Im nominated again this week, and if you want to vote, vote daily &lt;a href="http://salaswildthoughts.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending so much time with my bestest friend ever this holiday season, and I've been having tons of fun.:) I mean who uses the phrase, "Magigiraffe ako?" hahaha.  We went to Cavite last December 25, and on our way home we were talking when the song "welcome to the black parade" came on.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Me:Crush ko yung lead niang band..&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Sus! Lahat naman crush mo! Kamuka nia yung guy sa Linkin Park..&lt;br /&gt;Me: Sino si Mike Shinoda? Yung hapon ba?&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Hindi..yung kumanta ng.." i tried so hard..but not so far.."&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ah.. yung blonde.. yung semikal yun diba?&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Oo! Wait.. SEMIKAL ROMANCE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: AMP!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Upon passing by the Airport Runway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:*silence*&lt;br /&gt;Chi: hmm..Runway. Runway Bride!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ano na naman yan?&lt;br /&gt;Chi: Yung ano..kay Julia Roberts!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Gaga! Runaway bride yun!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;We were watching American Pie Band Camp when mom came in the room, and I paused the movie. Accidentally, it paused on the scene where the woman's boobs were closed up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom: UY! Ano yan? Bold? Bata bata nio pa..&lt;br /&gt;Me in slang english: Mama, its comedy!&lt;br /&gt;Chi: *batok sabay tawa* Comedy pala ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Im having tons of fun because of her. We've been friends for almost 14 years na.:) Anyways, I went to Makati and Mom bought me a Barbie Sparkle Stuffed toy from The Magic of Pegasus! Loves it![^^,]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/508/1600/711325/vanityindifferentforms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/508/320/849405/vanityindifferentforms.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/508/1600/33729/DSC00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/508/320/231667/DSC00078.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/508/1600/854403/DSC00060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 189px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/8188/508/320/805282/DSC00060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116748164084859061?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116748164084859061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116748164084859061' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116748164084859061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116748164084859061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/first-of-all-let-me-thank-those-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116697764176400971</id><published>2006-12-25T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T00:27:21.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!:)</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, let me start this post by greeting all of you a  MERRY MERRY MERRY CHRISTMAS!  May this day be filled with love, joy, peace and happiness. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember to share it with your family, because Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without your beloved Family.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended the Misa de Aguinaldo at our parish, and the homily struck me. Father Ariel talked about what Christmas is about. According to the Roman Catholics, Christmas is for :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus wouldn't grow up to the Man he is, had it been for Mary and Joseph. Ofcourse, his parents played a great role in His life. WE should share our Christmas with our Family the way Jesus shared Himself with Mary &amp; Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mary was poor. Joseph was poor. Jesus was poor. The one's who first knew about Jesus' birth are poor- the shepherds. Christmas is for the poor, not only those who are the materially poor, but also those who are HUMBLE. Those who are wealthy however should open their hearts and help the poor with compassio, love, and the goal to spread happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Christmas signifies the birth of Jesus, the Savior of all Mankind. Knowing this, we are given hope for the redemption of our sins, and for the promise of everlasting life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus was born because of God's love for man. Man should follow by example and learn to love one another, not only during Christmastime, but all year long.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Those are what I've learned for Christmas 2006. I hope you learn from it too, and live accordingly to the Word of God. Hallelujah.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116697764176400971?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116697764176400971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116697764176400971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116697764176400971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116697764176400971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!:)'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116679278125067860</id><published>2006-12-22T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T21:06:21.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Inatake na naman ako ng  kagagahan ko. May nagawa na naman akong hindi kanaisnais para sakin, at para sa iba. Oo alam ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kong yaya. Mahal na mahal na mahal kita. Maligaya ang pasko dahil kasama ko kayo ni Nanay Mayet. Salamat sa pagaaruga. Mahal kita. Maligayang pasko.:'-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116679278125067860?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116679278125067860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116679278125067860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116679278125067860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116679278125067860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/inatake-na-naman-ako-ng-kagagahan-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116641005283271307</id><published>2006-12-18T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:47:32.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Guys, my blog is nominated in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Filipino Blog of the Week Awards.&lt;/span&gt; If you like my writings, and would like this blog to be featured, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vote for me&lt;/span&gt; in the pollbox &lt;a href="http://salaswildthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.:) Thank you very much!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have been walking aimlessly around the neighborhood days ago, and I was able to see houses decorated creatively with lights and christmas decorations. There was even this one tree which was decorated like a christmas tree. In our street, our neighboors decided to compete with out house's decorations. Funny thing really, because when they saw us decorating, they immediately bought new lights,etc. Good thing my family doesn't care about those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon walking further, I also noticed this one house. There were no lights, nor decorations on it. Also, because I could see the inside of the house, I could see that their Christmas tree was also decorated in a simple, humble manner. I smiled to myself and thought about the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Belen&lt;/span&gt; again in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asilo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about it, and then I realized that, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christmas is not about the gifts, the lights, the putobumbong after the Misa de Gallo, or Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;u&gt;The true essence of Christmas is found deep inside us.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Christmas is supposed to be felt, not seen&lt;/span&gt;. And the holidays should be celebrated in anticipation of the Birthday of Our Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is, not many people realize this. Even those who spent hours praying. Those who attend Sunday mass fervently and frequently.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Lucky are those who know the true meaning of Christmas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the time of the year when each and every one of us should feel blessed of what we have, and what we don't have. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Contentment is the key to happiness. Love gives us happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; love&lt;/span&gt; fill each and everyone's Christmas.:) Spread the Cheer![^^,]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116641005283271307?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116641005283271307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116641005283271307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116641005283271307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116641005283271307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/guys-my-blog-is-nominated-in-filipino.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116635700694907612</id><published>2006-12-17T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:03:26.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Finally, its our Christmas Break already. 2 weeks filled with Holiday cheer. I don't know. I just love the Holidays, the cold wind blowing my hair during the afternoon, and the early sunset. Also, don't forget about the Puto Bumbong which is the staple breakfast food of filipinos for 9 days, eaten after the traditional Misa de Gallo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, even before Christmas, me and my friends devoted one day to spreading Christmas Cheer. We went to Asilo de San Vicente de Paul, an orphanage located in UN Avenue Manila. It was an outreach project of the seniors, and the class mayors. At first, we didn't know what to expect. I haven't had any experience regarding outreach projects, and to be frank, I was quite nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived, the sight of a very warmly Belen caught my eyes. It reminded me and my friends of the lobby of the roman hotel in the Lizie McGuire movie.[**,]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, It was that beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the kids were lovelier than the belen. The sight of more than 20 children filled the room, and sang the "Welcome to the Family" song. That song hit a soft spot in me, not only because it was my graduation song back in prep school, but also because the one's singing were orphans. No father or mother, and they were welcoming us to their 'family'. I burst into tears, and felt really loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this one girl who caught my eye,&amp;amp; turns out, my sister noticed her too. She was wearing a black dress with blue and pink ruffles. She had a sad face, and wasn't singing. It was then that we decided to do anything just to put a smile on that little girl's face. And thats what we were able to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name was Niña. I don't know, but I felt really close to the little girl and her brother, Niño. So close that when it was time for us to leave, I couldn't help but cry and promise that we'd be back. When she ran back to us, and asked when, I knew that I would always come back to that warm orphanage. Maybe its not the place, but the feeling of happiness from making other people, or children happy, even just for a little while, especially during the Yuletide.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116635700694907612?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116635700694907612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116635700694907612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116635700694907612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116635700694907612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/finally-its-our-christmas-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116575263195327898</id><published>2006-12-10T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T20:10:32.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I got this survey from &lt;a href="http://sunkissedchick32.blogspot.com"&gt;Bea's Blog.:)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: Daniel fro Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: a great guy and friends.:)&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE: he stops cramming and study on time.[^^,]&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: spiders.[--.]&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: Dan.[**.]&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: hurting myself.[--.]&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: God, Dad, Dan and my friends and family.[^^,]&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT: kikay! PUNYETA KA BORJA![--,]&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: when no one's around.[**,]&lt;br /&gt;I SING: all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: whenever I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: poetry whenever I feel a strong surge of any emotion. Inspiration.[^^.]&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: a kiss.[^^'.]&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: learn to be more patient.[^^',]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[YES OR NO]&lt;br /&gt;You keep a diary: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;You have a secret journal: yeah.&lt;br /&gt;You bite your fingernails: not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You believe in love: Doi.[^^,]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[DO YOU]&lt;br /&gt;Take a shower everyday: Yep. I love water.[^^.]&lt;br /&gt;Have any tattoos/where?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;Piercings/where?: ears.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak: no.[--'.]&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: im civil to my mom. [^^',]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[FAVORITE]&lt;br /&gt;NUMBER: 18 &amp; 23.&lt;br /&gt;COLOR: baby blue.&lt;br /&gt;MONTH: december.[^^,]&lt;br /&gt;SONGS: as of now its walk away, my only wish this year, and all i want for christmas.[^^',]&lt;br /&gt;FOOD: CHOCOLATE &amp;amp; blueberry cheese cake. [**,]&lt;br /&gt;SEASON: winter.&lt;br /&gt;DRINK: Rootbeer float and Berry Lemonade from Gumbo's. Yumm.&lt;br /&gt;VEGGIE: potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;FRUIT: Melon, watermelon and mango.[^^,...]&lt;br /&gt;FAST FOOD: depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[IN THE LAST 24 HOURS, HAVE YOU]&lt;br /&gt;CRIED?: yes. [--.]&lt;br /&gt;HELPED SOMEONE?: mhm.[^^.]&lt;br /&gt;BOUGHT SOMETHING?: yep yep.&lt;br /&gt;GONE TO THE MOVIES?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;GONE OUT FOR DINNER?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN A REAL LETTER?: nope..&lt;br /&gt;WRITTEN IN A JOURNAL?: yepyep :)&lt;br /&gt;MISSED SOMEONE?: I always do.[**,]&lt;br /&gt;HUGGED SOMEONE?: yes.&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH YOUR PARENTS?: ALMOST.&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;FOUGHT WITH A FRIEND?: nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WOULD YOU EVER]&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat a bug? - eeek. no. [--'.]&lt;br /&gt;2. Bungee jump? - If Dan's holding me, sure.[^^.] I'll probably cry due to the fact that im scared of heights.XP&lt;br /&gt;3. Hang glide? - Suure.&lt;br /&gt;4. Kill someone? - nope.its wrong, and I hate gore. No, not Al Gore you silly boy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Parachute from a plane? - maybe[^^.]&lt;br /&gt;8. Walk on hot coals? - sure.:P&lt;br /&gt;9. Go out with someone for their looks? -looks are just bonuses in a relationship dearie.[^^.]&lt;br /&gt;10. For their reputation? - erm. not applicable?:P&lt;br /&gt;11. Be a vegetarian? - eerrrrr.sure.&lt;br /&gt;12. Wear plaid with stripes? - nuh uh&lt;br /&gt;13. IM a stranger? - sure.[^^.]&lt;br /&gt;14. Sing karaoke? - Oh Yeah![-^.]&lt;br /&gt;17. Run a red light? - No.&lt;br /&gt;18. Dye your hair blue? - Sure, as long as its washable.[**.]&lt;br /&gt;19. Be on Survivor? -nooooooooooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;20. Wear makeup in public? - yes.&lt;br /&gt;21. NOT wear makeup in public? - yes.&lt;br /&gt;23. Kick a baby? - You *&amp;%$#@&amp;amp;*^%()^%! NO WAY!&lt;br /&gt;24. Date someone more than ten years older than you? - I'm taken.[**,]&lt;br /&gt;25. Stay up all through the night? - *grins* Suuuure. [^-,]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116575263195327898?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116575263195327898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116575263195327898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116575263195327898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116575263195327898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-got-this-survey-from-beas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116574091350194110</id><published>2006-12-10T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T16:55:13.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;New Layout to add to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Holiday Cheers&lt;/span&gt;.:) I loved &lt;a href="http://happyfeet.com"&gt;Happy Feet&lt;/a&gt;, and I love Penguins now. Not to mention, me and my sister are now known as penguins. Joy much.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Quite frankly, I am very excited for Christmas, though I have failed to get my Christmas Shopping done. [--.] Eeek. Its our last day on the 15th already, and I haven't bought anything yet. Doooooooooom.[**.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much more merrier note, things between me and Daniel have gone from rocky, to uber smooth. Now I just regret the scars on my wrist. O well.[**.] I know its wrong, but I know many of you had experience that quick surge of emotions and adrenaline whenever rage is felt, that you don't have any control on your actions whatsoever already.[**.] Thanks for those people who got so concerned.[^^.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, can anyone help me in picking out gifts for the boys? Though I have a brother and a boyfriend, I still am clueless in giving gifts to boys. Its just so hard.[**.] I asked them what they wanted, and they told me they'd love a Playstation 3. [--.] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;In your dreams&lt;/span&gt;.[^^,] &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Help&lt;/span&gt;.[**.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I have just updated to let you know about the new layout(as if it's not obvious enough eh?[^^,] ) and a quick update of things.[--,] &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Holiday Cheers Y'all&lt;/span&gt;! [^^,]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116574091350194110?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116574091350194110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116574091350194110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116574091350194110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116574091350194110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-layout-to-add-to-holiday-cheers.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116523540077701306</id><published>2006-12-04T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T20:30:01.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tumahimik ka na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ HINDI AKO TATAHIMIK!..HINDI PWEDE DAHIL HINDI KA MARUNONG MAKINIG!..HINDI KA MAKAINTINDI!.. ANG TIGAS TIGAS NG ULO MO!..HINDI PORKET MAHAL KITA, IBIG SABIHIN NA NA PWEDE MO NA AKO GAGUHIN AT TRATUHIN NG MASAMA! HALOS LAHAT NG MGA KAIBIGAN KO, GANUN ANG SINASABI! NA MASAMA ANG PAGTRATO MO SAKIN!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Tumahimik ka na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Hindi na ako makahinga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(katahimikan)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo, hanggang ngayon, sobra sobra pa din ang sakit. Hindi, hindi dahil sa mga sugat na aking idinulot sa aking braso. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Masakit dahil alam ko na totoo&lt;/span&gt;. Masakit nga talaga ang katotohanan. Napagtanto ko na hindi talaga ako nararapat sayo. Hindi tama na ibigay mo at ipadama sakin ang pagibig mo. Sabi nga nila nakakaadik. Pag naramdaman mo na, ang hirap pigilan. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naadik ako&lt;/span&gt;. Totoo talaga ang sabi nila. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mahirap din pala&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung sinimulan mo ako sigawan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;natigilan ako&lt;/span&gt;. Hindi ko na alam ang sasabihin ko. Tumulo lang ng tumulo ang mga luha. Dahan dahang namugto ang aking mga mata. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natorete ako&lt;/span&gt;. Natakot. Napaisip. Siguro nga..Siguro nga &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tama ka&lt;/span&gt;. Marahil ako nga ang dahilan ng lahat. Ako nga siguro ang may kasalanan. Gawa ng kabaliwan ko.. ng katangahan ko..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Sige na&lt;/span&gt;. Inaako ko na. Tama ka naman talaga. Mali ako.. Inakala ko na maiintindihan mo lahat. Umasa ako. Inakala ko na ikaw na talaga yun. Yung tipong, isang tingin lang sakin.. kahit na nakangiti ako.. alam agad na may problema akong pasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe talaga. Napakaraming luha na ang tumulo. Sobra sobrang sakit. Nagmuka akong tanga sa harap ng iba sa kakahagulgol ko. Napagtawanan ako. Namura at kinutya ng iba. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lalaki lang yan, pinaggaganyanan mo&lt;/span&gt;." Ika nila. Eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bakit ba&lt;/span&gt;.. Eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mahal kita. Mahal na mahal&lt;/span&gt;. Sa mga mata ko, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anghel&lt;/span&gt; ka. Isang anghel na hindi kailan man mapaparapat sa isang katulad ko. Mali talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patawad Mahal ko,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; sobrang mahal kita eh.. Mali na itong ginagawa ko sa iba.. pero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*tigil*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116523540077701306?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116523540077701306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116523540077701306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116523540077701306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116523540077701306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/tumahimik-ka-na.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116515227645155054</id><published>2006-12-03T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:24:38.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Nagaway kami ni Dan. Nagsugat ako. Nalungkot ako. Nagdurugo ang puso ko. Tipong, gusto ko na talaga bumitaw, pero sobra sobra ang pagmamahal ko hindi ko magawang iwanan.. Sinigaw sigawan ako..muntik na ako atakihinng hika sa sobrang takot ko.. Hindi ko akalain na magagawa nya iyon, pero nagawa niya. Hagulgol ako.. Kinausap ko kung sino sino para lang makaramdam ng ginhawa.. Kinausap ko si JM. Naglokohan kami, at natuwa ako ng konti. Kinausap ko si Sissy, guminhawa ng kaunti ang pakiramdam ko, at dumalang ang tulo ng mga luha mula sa aking mga namumugtong mga mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo na. Ako na ang mali. Ako naman lagi. Kasalanan ko ba na gusto ko sakin lang ang atensyon mo bago ko kantahin ang kantang pinaghirapan kong gawin para sayo? Na pinilit kong sulatin kahit na 18th month ang bati mo, kahit na 20th month na natin? Mahirap talaga. Sobrang nasaktan ako. Lalo pa nung giniit mo na ako ang dapat humingi ng paumanhin. Kaya eto na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry. Yun na. Sorry dahil nasaktan kita. Sorry dahil sobrang balat sibuyas ako. Akala ko lang talaga nung una, maiintindihan mo. Hindi rin pala. Akala mo.. Pag nasasabihan kita ng masama.. hindi ako nasasaktan? Sobrang sakit nun sakin.. at sobrang pinagsisisihan ko pagkatapos.. Pero syempre, hindi mo alam yun, kahit na ilang beses ko ng sinabi. Hindi mo alam na bawat sugat na napapataw sa aking braso.. Paraan ko yun para ako ang masaktan, at hindi ikaw. Akala mo lang na ginagawa ko iyon para masaktan ka. Ewan ko ba sayo. Pinipilit ko na intindihin ka..pero gusto ko ng bumitaw. Sabi nga ni jm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jm Manalo: wag mo iyakan yun&lt;br /&gt;Jm Manalo: lalaki lang yun&lt;br /&gt;Jm Manalo: mrami pa iba jan&lt;br /&gt;Jm Manalo: na ndi tanga pra ganunin ka ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi mo, sabi sayo ni Tomtom, at ng mga kaibigan mo, hindi tama ang pagtrato ko sayo. Alam mo ba, sobrang nasaktan ako. Sobra sobrang luha ang tumulo mula sa mga mata ko nung sinabi mo iyon. Sobra. Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diyos ko, anong gagawin ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang mahal kita. Patawad..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116515227645155054?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116515227645155054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116515227645155054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116515227645155054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116515227645155054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/12/nagaway-kami-ni-dan.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116489098082058298</id><published>2006-11-30T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:49:40.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Ay Ay! Check out my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nohari and Johari&lt;/span&gt; windows pala!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Kittypoptart23"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johari&lt;/span&gt; window.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/nohari?name=Kittypoptart23"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nohari&lt;/span&gt; window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116489098082058298?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116489098082058298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116489098082058298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116489098082058298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116489098082058298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/11/ay-ay-check-out-my-nohari-and-johari.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116488989494262765</id><published>2006-11-30T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T20:34:09.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things men don't know about women:)</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;1. Before you accuse a woman of being bitchy, walk a mile in her shoes. Her pointy-toed, high-heeled, impossibly uncomfortable shoes.- I agree!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;2. One more thing about the shoes: Most of them hurt too much to wear for too long. So, yes, we really &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; need that many pairs. (And, accordingly, you need us to have them.)- Haha. True true!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;3. Sometimes we love you way more than we love ourselves.-Yes i do Dan.&gt;:P  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;4. The smell of sweat is sexy within reason. Nuzzling your neck when you come home from the gym: sexy. Getting trapped in your armpit after you've played eighteen holes in 90 degree heat: not sexy.-I still love you dan!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;5. Intimacy is the greatest foreplay. It's the twentyfour-hour game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;6. You can never give us too many sincere compliments. To be honest, you can never give too many exaggerated ones, either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;7. Our friends are not your enemies, and our enemies better not be your friends.[--,] no comment.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;8. Since we let you inside of us, we care a lot about where you've been. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;9. It isn't our period that's making us moody; it's you.-Nononono, its PMS! *looks innocent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;10. Knowing that you love us makes us strong.-Awww. Yes it does.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="width: 272px; height: 635px;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td width="15"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.esquire.com/img/spacer.gif" height="1" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td valign="top" width="228"&gt;&lt;!-- Edit Text--&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;!-- begin Article Text --&gt; &lt;!-- PRINTABLE articletext BEGIN --&gt;1. If you tell us that playing Halo 2 improves the dexterity of your fingers, you'd better be able to prove it.-Haha.:D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt; 2. We think Porsches are as overrated and superficial as men who drive SUVs but don't know how to shift them into fourwheel drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;3. Watching football for three hours on a Sunday is sufficiently masculine. Watching football for nine hours is obsessive and weird.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;4. When you are dancing with a woman, know how to lead. When you are intimate, know how to touch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;5. Chivalry does not emasculate you or make you our bitch.-MHM!:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;6. Drink milk from a glass and beer from a bottle. (For better beer-drinking tips, observe carefully the sexy two-finger hold used by Jeff Bridges in &lt;i&gt;Against All Odds&lt;/i&gt;.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;7. Some of us would very much prefer the little black box from Chrome Hearts rather than the usual blue one from Tiffany's. Translation: Don't underestimate our edge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;8. Grooming you is our biological proclivity. Squeezing, plucking, clipping, trimming—all these activities are ways of showing we love you. Embrace the love.- Hunny. MUST READ.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;9. If, while driving, you check yourself out in the rearview more than you look at us, we'll never get in another car with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;10. Laughter and listening: These are the two bridges between your planet and ours. Do both with us often and we'll love you like crazy.-You got this love.:D Love you like crazy.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116488989494262765?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116488989494262765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116488989494262765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116488989494262765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116488989494262765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/11/things-men-dont-know-about-women.html' title='Things men don&apos;t know about women:)'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116463355651579068</id><published>2006-11-27T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T21:19:16.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;After doing some meaningless wandering around the Net, I've read something  definitely  worthy to indulge in.  Read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... LOVE is when you never forget to mention her name whenever you are in conversation with God. When you call out to God every freaking morning to take care of her and never let anyone hurt her (yet should anyone hurt her, you pray that God may give her the strength to be strong), that's LOVE. &lt;strong&gt;When you actually experience pleading to God do something to make her happy, that's gotta be LOVE. When you begin praying more for her to God than for yourself, that's LOVE..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE is when you begin to see beneath all those imperfections, big or small, the inner beauty that the person really possesses and accept them as they truly are.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You know it's LOVE that you're feeling when you're heart doesn't beat faster anymore whenever you see her. For when you're heart beats faster than normal, you tend not to be normal. You try to be somebody or something you're not. When your heart beats its normal pace, you are yourself. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE is when you can be and are yourself in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE is you never getting tired of her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OVE is wanting to spend the rest of your life with her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE is when can do simply anything for her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read &lt;a href="http://tabulas.com/%7Ebatteredfly"&gt;more?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun lang. Kinilig lang ako.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I love Love.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116463355651579068?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116463355651579068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116463355651579068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116463355651579068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116463355651579068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/11/after-doing-some-meaningless-wandering.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116377556914259360</id><published>2006-11-17T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T22:59:29.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Birthday post.:D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Due to alot of happenings, I heve neglected posting here. Still, I have the right to choose when to update, right?:D Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;First of all, since today is my birthday, I would like to say thank you to the best set of friends I've ever had. Though all of you made me cry [yes, all of you, including bert and borja for not being there.:( ], this birthday if one of the most memorable birthday's ever.:) Though you know I hated surprises, all of you did a great job. I'm still expecting the balloons mind you.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the Tarpaulin with our picture on it.:) Really memorable. But sissie, I still hate your cam, ok? :P Hehe. I love you guys so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I'm sleepy.XP...zzzzzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116377556914259360?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116377556914259360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116377556914259360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116377556914259360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116377556914259360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/11/birthday-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116252947102334477</id><published>2006-11-03T12:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:51:11.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some cleaning in the house lately, and I stumbled upon this white box on my drawing table which had my father's name on it. I knew exactly what it was, but for the past years, I never had the courage to open it, and browse its contents. Its my father's commemoration album. In it were pictures of my father, some when he was still alive, but mostly of him in his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to be deathly afraid of corpses. I was the one who found my father dead. Not really realizing that my papa died in his sleep, I laid down beside him and tried to wake him up. After a few more tries, I noticed he wasn't breathing, so it all dawned on me. He was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his memorial viewings, I never dared to look at him, but there was this instance when I saw him lying there in this beautiful white coffin, looking very peaceful. I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned each page of the album, I stumbled upon a picture of my father's "best friend", and my mother's golddigger ex-boyfriend. I felt all my anger come back. He nearly ruined what was left of my family, and just took the cash my dad worked hard for. Then on the next page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a picture of my mother beside my father's coffin. She was smiling as if she hadn't lost her husband. I was there when they took that picture. I remembered feeling very angry. How dare she smile like that.. My father's dead for goodness sakes. I remember my dad asking me to ask mom why doesn't she love him... Maybe she really didn't love him.  It breaks my heart for my father loved her with all he's got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next page was me saying my eulogy. I was standing not in front, but in the side, for I didn't want to see my dad. I remember people were crying hard while I was talking. They've always told me I resemble my father in most ways possible. I believe them, and I am so ever thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here, words just flowing from my heart onto the screen, I just couldn't deny it anymore. I'm still not over my father's death. I'm not over as to why my mom was smiling in that picture. I'm not over the fact that when I get married, I won't get to have my dad dance with me in the father-daughter dance. I'm not over them, but I don't want to question as to why it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my daddy. Its been really hard living without a father. Like when I'm walking in the mall, and I see a little girl holding her father's hand, I couldn't help but tear up, and feel envious. I only had 7 years with him. I don't even remember his own voice. Its sad, but life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116252947102334477?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116252947102334477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116252947102334477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116252947102334477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116252947102334477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-been-doing-some-cleaning-in_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116252943603167136</id><published>2006-11-03T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:50:36.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some cleaning in the house lately, and I stumbled upon this white box on my drawing table which had my father's name on it. I knew exactly what it was, but for the past years, I never had the courage to open it, and browse its contents. Its my father's commemoration album. In it were pictures of my father, some when he was still alive, but mostly of him in his funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I used to be deathly afraid of corpses. I was the one who found my father dead. Not really realizing that my papa died in his sleep, I laid down beside him and tried to wake him up. After a few more tries, I noticed he wasn't breathing, so it all dawned on me. He was dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his memorial viewings, I never dared to look at him, but there was this instance when I saw him lying there in this beautiful white coffin, looking very peaceful. I freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned each page of the album, I stumbled upon a picture of my father's "best friend", and my mother's golddigger ex-boyfriend. I felt all my anger come back. He nearly ruined what was left of my family, and just took the cash my dad worked hard for. Then on the next page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a picture of my mother beside my father's coffin. She was smiling as if she hadn't lost her husband. I was there when they took that picture. I remembered feeling very angry. How dare she smile like that.. My father's dead for goodness sakes. I remember my dad asking me to ask mom why doesn't she love him... Maybe she really didn't love him.  It breaks my heart for my father loved her with all he's got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next page was me saying my eulogy. I was standing not in front, but in the side, for I didn't want to see my dad. I remember people were crying hard while I was talking. They've always told me I resemble my father in most ways possible. I believe them, and I am so ever thankful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here, words just flowing from my heart onto the screen, I just couldn't deny it anymore. I'm still not over my father's death. I'm not over as to why my mom was smiling in that picture. I'm not over the fact that when I get married, I won't get to have my dad dance with me in the father-daughter dance. I'm not over them, but I don't want to question as to why it all happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my daddy. Its been really hard living without a father. Like when I'm walking in the mall, and I see a little girl holding her father's hand, I couldn't help but tear up, and feel envious. I only had 7 years with him. I don't even remember his own voice. Its sad, but life must go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad.♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-116252943603167136?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116252943603167136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116252943603167136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116252943603167136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116252943603167136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-been-doing-some-cleaning-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-116117873936378301</id><published>2006-10-18T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T21:38:59.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Naiinis ako. Nalulungkot ako. Ewan ko ba. These past few days were filled with my moodswings again, though not really obvious. I tend to shut myself out of the real world whenever these things happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so fucking frustrated. About what, that i dont know. There's just a lot of things going on, and I just don't know what to think anymore. Wait, maybe there's some people going on. Haha. Anlabo. Badtrip.  This is extremely agitating. Rawr. Eto na nga lang ulit yung cute baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/hiatus.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 239px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/hiatus.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&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/7892483-116117873936378301?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/116117873936378301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=116117873936378301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116117873936378301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/116117873936378301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/10/naiinis-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115893037377720228</id><published>2006-09-22T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T21:06:13.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Soooo! After a long uncalled for break, I am finally back in the blogging business.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing interesting have been happening lately. All is just the same rumbles and ramblings in the fourth year classroom.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh just wanna share this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/IMG_2897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/IMG_2897.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel sent me those lovely flowers yesterday. We'll be celebrating our 1 year and a half tomorrow. Yay.:) Thank you so much Dan. Love you.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;How come I'm so weird? Those flowers? We'll I spent days trying to convince Daniel to not send me those since they cost alot instead of just letting him spend alot on me. I don't know. I just don't like it or I'm not used to it when people do that.:P Haha. Yes I'm not spoiled, but I guess Dan is out to change that.:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7892483-115893037377720228?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115893037377720228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115893037377720228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115893037377720228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115893037377720228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/09/soooo-after-long-uncalled-for-break-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115746283349925107</id><published>2006-09-05T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:27:13.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Extremely sad and pathetic post ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Steve Irwin *the Croc. Hunter* died due to a sting ray. The tail which has poision struck the heart which made the attack fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, today, I was watching a tribute to him in Animal Planet, and then his daughter came on. Bindi is very adorable, and he was talking about how he thinks she's the light of his life and such.. Bindi is 8, and her little brother is 3. Their dad died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 7 when my father died, and up until now, I can still feel the aftershock. Its very hard to grow up without a father, so my heart goes out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and its my father's birthday today. I miss him. I want him here. I already spent 8 years without him.. and it hurts like hell because more years will be daddyless. :-(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115746283349925107?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115746283349925107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115746283349925107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115746283349925107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115746283349925107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/09/extremely-sad-and-pathetic-post-ahead.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115728689005661547</id><published>2006-09-03T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:34:50.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Long time no update.&gt;:) **well hello mrs.hi-im-stating-the-obvious-again. In case youre wondering who my husband is, its dan.:D**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I was busy earlier preparing for the wedding invites (engagement game project. dont ask.) and I made Sissie a blog.:D Visit her blog &lt;a href="http://iceprincess126.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I was just reading Homer Simpson's Life Lessons, and its really funny.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of those:&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When someone tells you your butt is on fire, you should take them at their word. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There is no such thing as a bad doughnut. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kids are like monkeys, only louder. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you want results, press the red button. The rest are useless. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are many different religions in this world, but if you look at them carefully, you'll see that they all have one thing in common: They were invented by a giant, superintelligent slug named Dennis. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You should just name your third kid Baby. Trust me -- it'll save you a lot of hassle. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can have many different jobs and still be lazy. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I enjoy the great taste of Duff. Yes, Duff is the only beer for me. Smooth, creamy Duff . . . zzzzzzzzzzzzz. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can get free stuff if you mention a product in a magazine interview. Like Chips Ahoy! cookies. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You may think it's easier to de-ice your windshield with a flamethrower, but there are repercussions. Serious repercussions. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are some things that just aren't meant to be eaten. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The intelligent man wins his battles with pointed words. I'm sorry -- I meant sticks. Pointed sticks. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are way too many numbers. The world would be a better place if we lost half of them -- starting with 8. I've always hated 8. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If I had a dollar for every time I heard "My God! He's covered in some sort of goo," I'd be a rich man. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Be generous in the bedroom -- share your sandwich. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I've climbed the highest mountains . . . fallen down the deepest valleys . . . I've been to Japan and Africa . . . and I've even gone into space. But I'd trade it all for a piece of candy right now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Every creature on God's earth has a right to exist. Except for that damn ruby-throated South American warbler. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don't need a surgeon telling me how to operate on myself. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sometimes I think there's no reason to get out of bed . . . then I feel wet, and I realize there is. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let me just say, Winnie the Pooh getting his head caught in a honey pot? It's not funny. It can really happen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Even though it is awesome and powerful, I don't take no guff from the ocean. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I never ate an animal I didn't like. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A fool and his money are soon parted. I would pay anyone a lot of money to explain that to me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Give a man a fish and he'll eat for a day. Teach a man to fish and he'll get a hook caught on his eyelid or something. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I made a deal with myself ten years ago . . . and got ripped off. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never leave your car keys in a reactor core. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Always trust your first instinct -- unless it tells you to use your life savings to develop a Destructo Ray. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When you borrow something from your neighbor, always do it under the cover of darkness. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If a spaceship landed and aliens took me back to their planet and made me their leader, and I got to spend the rest of my life eating doughnuts and watching alien dancing girls and ruling with a swift and merciless hand? That would be sweet. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I may not be the richest man on earth. Or the smartest. Or the handsomest. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Never throw a butcher knife in anger. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The office is no place for off-color remarks or offensive jokes. That's why I never go there. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My favorite color is chocolate. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Always feel with your heart, although it's better with your hands. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The hardest thing I've had to face as a father was burying my own child. He climbed back out, but it still hurts. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If doctors are so right, why am I still alive? &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I'm not afraid to say the word racism, or the words doormat and bee stinger. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Always have plenty of clean white shirts and blue pants. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When that guy turned water into wine, he obviously wasn't thinking of us Duff drinkers. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I love natural disasters because we're allowed to get out of work. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When I'm dead, I'm going to sleep. Oh, man, am I going to sleep. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What kind of fool would leave a pie on a windowsill, anyway?&lt;/p&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Wala lang. Naaliw lang ako.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115728689005661547?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115728689005661547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115728689005661547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115728689005661547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115728689005661547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/09/long-time-no-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115664858564556276</id><published>2006-08-27T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T11:16:25.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/Bestfriendz%3F%3F.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Finally, exams are over. Whew! 3 more quarters to go.. and we're off to college. Wah. Noooo!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I went to ATC with Sissie, Auds, Manda, Bert, Jav, and Borj last Friday after class to just destress and unwind. We really were uptight due to the exams..pheeewww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched My Super Ex Girlfriend, and Little Man. Spent waaay too much money in Timezone, and played pool in Paengs. Fun fun. I had a tummy ache though. Booo.:c It was like..10 Pm already when we went home na.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures!:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/Bestfriendz%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/Bestfriendz%3F%3F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me, Sissie, Auds, Manda, Borj, Jav&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/Smile%20%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/Smile%20%3F%3F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukang nakakaabala ata ako sakanila...:P*love you sissie. magreact panget:D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/friends.jpg"&gt;     &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; height: 195px; width: 344px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/friends.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, Jav,Manda, Auds, Sissie, Borj, Robert.&lt;br /&gt;Family Pic namin..si Jav yung lolo.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/engagement%20game%20pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/engagement%20game%20pic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engagement Pic namin ni Bert. Haha.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115664858564556276?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115664858564556276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115664858564556276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115664858564556276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115664858564556276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/08/finally-exams-are-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115613298435878094</id><published>2006-08-21T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:03:04.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was one of those days..</title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;    I know I'm on hiatus while typing this,okay okay, I can't stay away. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I was browsing through channels, when I saw this show in Hallmark which starred Danielle Panabaker *yes, the girl interest of the guy in Sky high:P*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.lifetimetv.com/images/movies/originals/momsixteen_synopsis_photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When 16-year-old Jacey Jeffries, a model student and superior athlete, finds out that she's expecting, no one is more surprised than her overbearing mother, Terry. After exploring all of her options, Jacey decides to keep the baby. Her mom agrees, but under one condition: She must keep the birth a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Terry wants Jacey to have a normal teenage life, so she moves the family to a new town and insists on raising the newborn as her own son. Resentful at having to start over and live a complete lie, Jacey begins to experience a major meltdown. But when a persistent guidance counselor tries to befriend the troubled teen, it only leads to a whirlwind of chaos and a shocking outcome for both of them".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    There was a part in the show wherein she talked in front of a school assembly with her friends, which were teen moms too, about how it is unfair when other people look down on them, because they never wanted it to happen. It was just a result of a one night of whirlwind romance of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    That was the part which touched me the most. Its not like I'm gonna get pregnant early. Even though my boyfriend is 3 years older that me, he's  like.. a thousand miles away.:P But I know, even if we're together right now, we're not ready for all the responsibilities a little bundle of joy could bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Soooo.. think about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We're teens&lt;/span&gt;. Girls could get pregnant even if it was their first time. I'm pretty sure&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all of us aren't ready to raise a kid. We're still kids&lt;/span&gt;. We can't handle the responsibilty. Even if you have this tough chick side of you going on, you. can. not. handle. it. Okay? Good.;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7892483-115613298435878094?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115613298435878094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115613298435878094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115613298435878094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115613298435878094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-one-of-those-days.html' title='It was one of those days..'/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115581903782180229</id><published>2006-08-17T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T20:50:37.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/hiatus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/hiatus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mood: Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LSS: Public Affair- Jessica Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Due to my uber happiness from getting a 97% in my Pre-Calculus Long Test, I will update. Oh, and because Bea has been asking me to update na din. Hehehe.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo..yun nga. Last week was our Long test week, and things had been pretty hectic for us. The long tests weren't that hard really..well, if you studied, it won't be:D Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be our quarterly examinations next week, so I'm going into a short hiatus.:) Just a one week hiatus, k?:P Bear with me! Thank you.:D&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115581903782180229?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115581903782180229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115581903782180229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115581903782180229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115581903782180229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/08/mood-happy-lss-public-affair-jessica.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115487296197219170</id><published>2006-08-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:02:42.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; If I never wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; About her in my heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And if my time on earth were through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And she must face this world without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Gonna be enough to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Earlier today, I found myself thinking about random things : college, life after I graduate, friends, family, and ofcourse, Daniel. I turned on the radio, and the song "If tomorrow never comes" came up. For some reason, when I heard the song, I felt like crying. Ewan, patama yung kanta. Its very, very, emotional for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I thought about how my dad passed away without even having the chance to say goodbye, and woot, more tears streamed down my cheeks. Maybe it was hard on his part too, having to leave us, more over, having to leave his baby daughter to grow up without him. I am thankful for one thing though, he made me feel loved. He loved me, he loves me, and I sure know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back thinking, I thought about what would happen if yes, I never wake up again? What would happen to those people I love, and who truly cares about me? Was I able to express in every way possible how special they were to me? How much I love them? Everything I felt for them? Then I cried some more : I am not sure what are the answers to those haunting questions. All I know is I dont want to leave without them knowing. So here I am, trying to think of ways which will let them know best. I dont really know why Im being like this, all I know is that I dont want them to not know how much I love them if ever its my time already. We can never know after all what God's plan is, or when He'll call you back to His Kingdom, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So tell that someone that you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Just what you're thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  If tomorrow never comes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115487296197219170?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115487296197219170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115487296197219170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115487296197219170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115487296197219170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-i-never-wake-up-in-morning-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115478879014175345</id><published>2006-08-05T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T22:39:51.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Took my UPCAT in the College of Business Administration today from 8:00 AM- 11:30 AM. It wasn't as dreadful as I thought, though the test was right minus wrong. Haha. It was.. uh.. OK I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my UPCAT, we went to UST to submit my application form. Woot. The mural found in the walls of the back lobby was great. Love it. I had the chance to take a good look around, and yes, I love the campus already. Hiyey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chari, Guata Mae and EA barged into my room while I was sleeping, dragged me off to Alfred's house,waited for Loren, and went to SM Sucat for dinner. We waited for Carlo, then had our pictures taken in PicCity, then ate dinner in Mcdo. Haha. Aliiiw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come they still keep on teasing me and Alfred? Its been what..almost 4 years already!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/grouppic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/grouppic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, just scanned the pic.:D&lt;br /&gt;[l-r] Alfred, Me, Loren, Chari, Guata, JC, E.A.&lt;br /&gt;I missed you guys, sorry kung sobrang tahimik ko kanina.. kasi..kayo eh!:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115478879014175345?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115478879014175345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115478879014175345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115478879014175345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115478879014175345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/08/took-my-upcat-in-college-of-business.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115469658453461604</id><published>2006-08-04T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T21:03:04.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;The eve before it all ends.  I'll be taking my UPCAT tomorrow in the College of Business Administration,and I barely browsed through my MSA notes. haha. Oh well.:D&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/7892483-115469658453461604?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115469658453461604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115469658453461604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115469658453461604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115469658453461604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/08/eve-before-it-all-ends.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115444096961289592</id><published>2006-08-01T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:02:49.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Do they know its Christmastime at all?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tinypic.com/6p9lcz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;    Due to my lack of adrenaline yesterday, I decided to check out pictures, and stumbled upon this picture. This is a picture of a young African boy, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dying due to starvation caused by famine&lt;/span&gt;, and a vulture, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quietly waiting for the young boy to die so it can devour it&lt;/span&gt;, and satisfy its hunger.&lt;br /&gt;    Upon seeing the picture, I immediately felt a surge of mixed emotions: anger, pain, guilt, and others, all rolled into one moment.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Anger,&lt;/span&gt; because there are people &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who are too selfish to share, only thinking about themselves, and not realizing that there are other people who needs your money more than you do. &lt;/span&gt;They need it to buy their bare necessities, and you only spend it buying things which aren't of utmost importance to you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Selfish&lt;/span&gt;, I'm telling you,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; YES, YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;, because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that little boy had endured so much for his age&lt;/span&gt;. As a child, he should be playing, and having fun exploring and discovering this earth which we call home. Instead, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;harsh conditions had placed him into this situation, barely surviving, with no food to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guilt&lt;/span&gt;, because I know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am one of those Selfish people&lt;/span&gt;, or atleast, I used to be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, and my father was still alive, he used to donate money to UNICEF, to help children, and now, I wanna continue his goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For all those people who want to help, they need all the help the can, so please, don't hesitate to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One world+People helping each other = peace, and harmony.&lt;/span&gt; Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115444096961289592?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115444096961289592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115444096961289592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115444096961289592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115444096961289592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-they-know-its-christmastime-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115435387559949914</id><published>2006-07-31T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T21:52:04.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;           &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;For every woman who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired of acting weak when she knows she is strong&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who is t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every woman who is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tired of acting dumb&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;burdened with the responsibility of ‘knowing everything’&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every women who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tired of being called an ‘emotional female’&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;denied the right to weep and be gentle&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every woman who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;called unfeminine when she competes&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man for whom c&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ompetition is the only way to prove he is masculine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every woman who is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; tired of being a sex object&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;must worry about his potency&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every woman who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; feels ‘tied down’ by her children&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;denied the full pleasure of parenthood&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every woman who is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;denied meaningful employment and equal pay&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; must bear the financial responsibility for another human being&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every woman who &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;was not taught the intricacies of an automobile&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not taught the satisfaction of cooking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;       For every woman who t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;akes a step towards her own liberation&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;       There is a man who&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; finds that the way to freedom has been made a little easier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;/blockquote&gt;                       ~ Nancy Smith&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was browsing through a set of poems, I managed to find the one above. As I read it, I felt like every single word of it reflects what is happening to the world, in every society, and worse, even in families.&lt;br /&gt;   How come there are people who are sexists, or racists?&lt;br /&gt;   Don't they understand that&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; there is no such thing as superiority of race, gender, or lives&lt;/span&gt;. None really. Each and every one of us are born equally. Born under the grace of God, through our parents. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No one has the right to brag, no matter what you've achieved.&lt;/span&gt; No one has the right to degrade others simply because of that. If I were to talk prejudicedly, I'd say you are far more worse than the person you're degrading!&lt;br /&gt;    When you hurt the feelings of other people, what do you get? A boost in your ego? A sense of superiority? Its &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more of a spot in hell&lt;/span&gt; my dear, if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115435387559949914?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115435387559949914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115435387559949914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115435387559949914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115435387559949914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-every-woman-who-is-tired-of-acting.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115371120584482208</id><published>2006-07-24T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T23:02:09.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;One day after the Retreat, and I'm still immersed in the wonderful feeling of inner peace and relaxation it brought me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 days in Don Bosco Retreat House, in Batulao felt like.. well, probably heaven. Literally. aha. It was really cold there, especially during the night. It reminded me of the weather in L.A, sans the rainfalls and all. They made us watch the movie GOAL, which our football fanatic classmates loved. I think that movie hit a spot in me, because I somehow felt what he was feeling and all of his hardships. So yun. Anyways, my roomies were Pampam and Jus. The first night was OK I guess, but I didnt sleep well *haha, ok lang yung justine:D* and we were all hungry, since we weren't allowed to bring food in the room.XP We got freaked out with the dancing lightbulb. Haha. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 2nd day, we had fun.:D I'm too lazy to elaborate, but the seniors would know what I mean.:) Fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd day: all of us weren't ready to go home just yet. The place was too captivating that we felt like we didn't want to go home muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/IMG_2735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/IMG_2735.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://babybluesangel18.multiply.com"&gt;Check out my multiply account :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115371120584482208?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115371120584482208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115371120584482208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115371120584482208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115371120584482208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-day-after-retreat-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115302105780550740</id><published>2006-07-16T11:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:37:37.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got to watch Superman yesterday with Kuya while mom was dyeing (?) her hair. Haha. I was so giggly.XP Yes, I do like Brandon Routh. He kinda looks like Christopher Revve don't you think? Anyways, that movie was superb.:D Haha. My brother was laughing at ne, because I almost cried when Superman almost died.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/photo_15_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/photo_15_hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/Promo_045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/Promo_045.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ehe..he..he..:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/photo_56_hires.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/photo_56_hires.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet Eh?:D&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/7892483-115302105780550740?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115302105780550740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115302105780550740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115302105780550740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115302105780550740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-got-to-watch-superman.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115288263098099401</id><published>2006-07-14T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T21:10:31.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Huge Miracle.:D My Keyboard got fixed, like.. it fixed itself. Haha. Thank you God.:D I thought I would have to get some money from my college fund to buy a new one. Oh my, thank you thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Auds and Chi just left. We watched Sleepover. (thanks sis for the dvd:D) Haha. Sean Faris is cute:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Woo. We just had 2 days of classes this week. I would say thank you to Florita for the rest days, but no, many people died because of you. No thanks to you.:-(&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/7892483-115288263098099401?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115288263098099401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115288263098099401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115288263098099401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115288263098099401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115279235828248225</id><published>2006-07-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:05:58.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;My keyboard is busted.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I super duper dont like GMA at all. She cant make decisions without taking it back the last minute. Beh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Hey mom, why didn't you want me? - Buses and Trains&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/7892483-115279235828248225?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115279235828248225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115279235828248225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115279235828248225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115279235828248225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-keyboard-is-busted.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115253418658296013</id><published>2006-07-10T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:23:06.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;This post was written in school, in my handy dandy notebook ofcourse.:P hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Jealous has got to be one of the most over rated emotions one could feel in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though its normal, and it comes naturally, in my opinion, jealousy is just a state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I tend to get 'dangerously' jealous every now and then, but I am aware that the problem is not with me, and I get jealous because I'm insecure, and because I have low self esteem.:P hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Swing. Swing. Swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, moodswings! Post period PMS-ing. Haha! Rawr.:P How could one feel so hyper, and then feel irritated and agitated easily after? Ah, must sort out my emotional issues. Yes, yes.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woot.Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Just got my SAT results: found out that I am above average in Mathematics, and almost all subjects, especially English, and Social Studies.XP Surprising. Hehe. Also, they told me that my rate of thinking is Post Highschool, or for college level already. Whoa. Strange.XP&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still bad trippity trip. Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my physical checkup. The school nurse told me that my height is 5'1'' which is pretty much impossible, seeing that my doctor told me last summer that my height is 5'4''.:P Beeeh.&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/7892483-115253418658296013?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115253418658296013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115253418658296013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115253418658296013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115253418658296013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-post-was-written-in-school-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115245350159742291</id><published>2006-07-09T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:58:21.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I am currently loving Joan of Arcadia, Panic! at the Disco and Ryan Cabrera. Haha.:P Random:P Just sharing:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to .. wait. I forgot what I'm supposed to type. Oh geez. Haha.:P&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/7892483-115245350159742291?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115245350159742291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115245350159742291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115245350159742291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115245350159742291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-am-currently-loving-joan-of-arcadia.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115232990503494713</id><published>2006-07-08T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T11:38:25.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Last Acquaintance party= unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had our Acquaintance party which had the theme "Dress Up My Denims". Everybody in our class weren't so thrilled about it, but decided to make the best out of it seeing it was our last party for we are graduating this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our adviser called us already, we found out that those who are not wearing hats would not be allowed to enter the party, well yeah, not before they write their incident reports. Sissie (nice) and I went back to the building to help make paper hats for those who have none, seeing Mrs. Magallanes allowed Angel, and Nico when they wore paper hats. I made a paper hat for Robert with a red ribbon around it.. Hehe. He didn't wear it, but he said he'd keep it as a remembrance.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the heel of my right boot broke. Haha. How come every single Acquaintance Party, I have a footwear mishap?XP Not nice. Hehe. Sissie and I danced barefoot. Hehe. I love you sissie.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner time, Robert and Sissie forced me to eat since I stopped eating properly days ago... and they Anna and Pam joined in. And before that, they forced me to eat creme brulee. Ah. It made my tummy churn:P hehe. Kidding. Aww. Thanks so much for the concern.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/IMGP0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/IMGP0038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/IMGP0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/IMGP0073.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/IMGP0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/IMGP0048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115232990503494713?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115232990503494713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115232990503494713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115232990503494713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115232990503494713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/last-acquaintance-party-unpredictable.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115210871754977849</id><published>2006-07-05T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T22:11:57.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Wah. My hand hurts.:-(&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/7892483-115210871754977849?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115210871754977849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115210871754977849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115210871754977849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115210871754977849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/wah.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115202062114821358</id><published>2006-07-04T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:43:41.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. I so do not like Mrs. Greenhells.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Dan just showed me his christmas gifts for me (really early i know:P hehe), and now, I think he's the most adorable boyfriend ever!:D Hehe.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I am sleepy:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115202062114821358?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115202062114821358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115202062114821358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115202062114821358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115202062114821358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115193390035719253</id><published>2006-07-03T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T21:38:20.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fudging tired.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I have been re-reading 2 of my favorite books: What my mother doesn't know, and another hideous book where the mother dies, both by Sonya Sones, and now, my mind is full of Maybe's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe my mom didn't mean it when she pushed me into a 6 ft pool when I was six?&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe my mom didn't mean to throw her nailcutter at me?&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe my mom didn't really mean to feed me her dirty slippers when I was 3?&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe she just hates children (and maybe she sees me as one:P) and not mad at me specifically?&lt;br /&gt;*Maybe she really loves me, and just can't show it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to think. Maybe I'm just saying this now, or maybe my thinking is just so hypocritical, but one things for sure, it would take long for me to know.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Dan:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115193390035719253?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115193390035719253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115193390035719253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115193390035719253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115193390035719253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-so-fudging-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115184470074970888</id><published>2006-07-02T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T20:51:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Today, we went to Makati to look for denims, and patches for what I'm supposed to wear this Friday. When we were about to enter the parking lot, we saw people flocked in front of Outback's Restaurant. Turns out, they were watching Mano a Mano, the boxing fight between Filipino and Mexican undercard boxers, and ofcourse, the long awaited match between Oscar Larios, and our very own Manny Pacquiao too. It wasn't until I came home that I found out that Pacquiao won, that, and after too many heated rounds, Larios suffered from many blows, and was kinda severely injured.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell you frankly, though Pacquiao had brought another pround moment to this country of ours, I am not thrilled about his victory. Why? Well, I've been seeing his face in way way too much tv commercials, and its not really entertaining. The fact that he's advertising things like some tv star is just too much. Shouldn't he just focus on sports? He earns alot of money by doing that anyways. There is no need to sell yourself out in the market. Phoooeey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Pacquiao is more of a TV star than an athlete. Phooooey.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, CONGRATULATIONS TO MANNY PACQUIAO, AND THE 3 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FILIPINO&lt;/span&gt; UNDERCARD BOXERS, and ALSO TO THE MEXICAN BOXERS.:)&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/7892483-115184470074970888?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115184470074970888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115184470074970888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115184470074970888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115184470074970888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/today-we-went-to-makati-to-look-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115175847915602151</id><published>2006-07-01T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T20:54:39.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Our bratty neighbors are having a huge party next door, and they have a live band. OMFG. They're so loud, our floor is actually vibrating. My mom went over, since she's the godmother of the big brother of the guy who's having the party. His friends only mocked my mom and told her that the volume of the amp couldnt be decreased. Phoooey. Bullsh*t. Haha. Sorry for my language, its just they are pissing me off much. Ahh. They are so..so..intolerable. Off with their heads!:P They are so selfish, not even thinking about their neighbors. Ah! Fudgeroo.XP &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO SO SO Irritating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On the brighter side, my mom bought me a top from Zara earlier which I'm gonna wear on Friday. Hehe. We're gonna go to Makati tomorrow to buy pants.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Krissa already, and I am so happy for her. I love you and miss you so much mommy!:)&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/7892483-115175847915602151?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115175847915602151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115175847915602151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115175847915602151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115175847915602151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/07/our-bratty-neighbors-are-having-huge.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115168062342074835</id><published>2006-06-30T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:17:03.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Yey. New Layout. Its so clean and purty and professional looking. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The physics quiz was very mind boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My finger hurts. Damn guitar fingering skills. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I love my layout.:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115168062342074835?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115168062342074835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115168062342074835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115168062342074835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115168062342074835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/yey.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115132694089538002</id><published>2006-06-26T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:02:20.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Natawa ako sa post ko yesterday.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, due to laziness to update, my posts are so outdated na. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, it was our 15th monthsary. Hehe. going on forever hopefully.:) And, it was Papa Kendrick's birthday. Hehe. Old man.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, we went to ATC to celebrate Kendrick's birthday. Only 5 of us showed up. Hehe. We ate at Shakeys, and I saw that my mom and brother were eating there too.XP Hehe. After eating, we went to picture city and got our pictures taken, and the boys went to go play in the arcade, and we bought Kendrick a pink polo shirt. Soooo Cute. He looked great when he tried it on. Cutesy.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Se, and Arlene while wandering around, then went off to watch Cars, and Scary Movie 4. I love cartoon flicks. Hehe. The son of Tom Ryan in Scary Movie 4 was cute. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played pool after, and saw Anna, Raffy, and Ystol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate dinner and went home.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. Wow. High School Musical. Those songs are my current LSS.XP Everybody in school was talking about it early.. and the plotline seems very familiar to me. XP&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/7892483-115132694089538002?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115132694089538002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115132694089538002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115132694089538002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115132694089538002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/natawa-ako-sa-post-ko-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115124428724250806</id><published>2006-06-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:04:47.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>---&lt;br /&gt;Zac Efron= Wow. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan= probably jealous now. I love you hun!:D&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/7892483-115124428724250806?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115124428724250806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115124428724250806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115124428724250806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115124428724250806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/zac-efron-wow.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115072586668527534</id><published>2006-06-19T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T22:04:26.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Its only been a week since school started, and I feel like things are gonna go downhill already. I've been working twice or thrice as hard as I did the past year, and people just told me that I've been neglecting my studies. WTF. And you dont even understand why I got mad at you. Try working for 13 hours a day, sleep for 5-6 hours, and do the same thing all over again for 200+ days. Good Luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;People, I'd like to let you know that no matter how hyper I get, how bubbly and charming I get, I also have the right to feel negative emotions. For those people who think they know me well, think again. Many people have misjudged me. Laughed at my face during those times when I needed them to listen. Yes, listening would have been enough. You don't need to give me advice,or comfort me, just knowing that you are listening..Its enough. But you wouldn't even give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&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/7892483-115072586668527534?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115072586668527534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115072586668527534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115072586668527534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115072586668527534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-only-been-week-since-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115061587421977530</id><published>2006-06-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:05:36.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day.:)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I love you and miss you Daddy.:).&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To all the sons and daughters out there, make sure you greet your father on his special day.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda down today, though I was able to visit my dad and give him my gift. A friend told me once how life could get so unpredictable, and today, that friend proved it to me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking, and one sore topic came up. And things sorta started heating up, though I was able to keep my cool, I am kinda feeling..so-so about that friend. [sigh]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friend that I wish to remain anonymous, I would just like to let you know that I trust you to make decisions that will make you happy, and remember that I am just here to listen. Whatever happened, whatever words exchanged, that will be kept between the two of us, but please don't let me down. I expect you to do your best there, and make people here proud. We miss you, and im sure you miss us too, but we'll get our chance to bond sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kikayqueen.blogspot.com"&gt;Angel&lt;/a&gt; tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first player of this game starts with the "6 weird things/habits about yourself" and people who get tagged, need to write a blog of their 6 weird habit/things, as well as state this rule clearly.. in the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I am VERY secretive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- I am very picky about sharing information about me to other people, and when I say no, its quite impossible to coax it out of me.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I always have moodswings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Haha, like Angel, I always have moodswings too. From, hyper, to sad, then to happy, then to mad. You'll never understand. Hehe. No, I am not PMS-ing.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. I am always smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Even if I'm sad, I am very easy to cheer up, but when I'm mad, I get really really bitchy/:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. My chest gets red when ever I'm mad, or crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Its a trait I inherted from my mum. My chest, gets all blotchy and red. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I am addicted to chocolates and peanut butter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I hate my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- theyre so small! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I'll be tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Amanda, Bea, Serena, Kai, Justine and a random person. Hehe.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115061587421977530?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115061587421977530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115061587421977530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115061587421977530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115061587421977530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115038018667279264</id><published>2006-06-15T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:03:06.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like every little thing you do has no known purpose at all since nobody ever notices, or the person that you want to notice never does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone made you feel like you dont deserve anything or everything you have or accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to hear the words "You're [insert any compliment adjective here]", "I'm so proud of you." etc..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever get your heart broken and dreams shattered by someone who you consider really important and has a major role in your life?&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I do, and I'm not liking any of it.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115038018667279264?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115038018667279264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115038018667279264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115038018667279264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115038018667279264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/have-you-ever-felt-like-every-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115029043460562510</id><published>2006-06-14T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:07:14.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Aliw ako. Twin twin twin twin Nice. Hehe. I made a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Workload increasing. yanni needs destressing. help.&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/7892483-115029043460562510?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115029043460562510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115029043460562510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115029043460562510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115029043460562510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/aliw-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115020672471164197</id><published>2006-06-13T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T21:52:10.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;First day of school today!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;The former 3-A and 3-B students are merged into one class only.. tadaa! 34 students in a small room with only 2 fans, and 2 ac units. Great. Nooot. Its so freakin hot.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. and its really unexpected that Mrs. Magallanes isn't the highschool coordinator now, and have been replaced by Mrs. Ricafort. Hehe. She's our adviser nga eh.. She's pretty cool..erm. Boring. Haha.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo.. ayun. We have a new classmate, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Denice, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;and she's my new friend! Haha. We're sisters nga eh.. We call her Nice, but they call her Ice.. and they were like.. Ice, Ice baby.. and then I remembered Dan..and started missing him too much, but I just didn't say anything, and just doodled. *sighs* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today had been so boring.XP &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, im off to finish my homeworks.:)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115020672471164197?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115020672471164197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115020672471164197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115020672471164197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115020672471164197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-of-school-today-former-3-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115011676452737520</id><published>2006-06-12T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T21:09:49.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Got this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" href="http://theincugirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Saab's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;SUPPOSEDLY if you've seen over 80 movies, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 169 movie titles on this list. Put your score in header and repost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rocky Horror Picture Show&lt;br /&gt;(x) Grease&lt;br /&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boondock Saints&lt;br /&gt;( ) Fight Club&lt;br /&gt;(x) Starsky and Hutch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Airplane&lt;br /&gt;( ) My First Mister&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Virgin Suicides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 3/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;( ) AnchorMan: The Legend of Ron Burgandy&lt;br /&gt;(x) Napoleon Dynamite&lt;br /&gt;( ) Labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw&lt;br /&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Noise&lt;br /&gt;( ) White Oleander&lt;br /&gt;(x) Anger Management&lt;br /&gt;(x) 50 First Dates&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scream 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Scary Movie 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Scary Movie 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Pie 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) American Wedding&lt;br /&gt;(x ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 10/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil I&lt;br /&gt;(x) Resident Evil 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Wedding Singer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Village&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lilo &amp; Stitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(x) Finding Neverland&lt;br /&gt;( ) Signs&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Grinch&lt;br /&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;br /&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;br /&gt;(x) Butterfly Effect&lt;br /&gt;(x) 13 Going on 30&lt;br /&gt;( ) I, Robot&lt;br /&gt;( ) Robots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) Universal Soldier&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lemony Snicket: A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;br /&gt;(x) Along Came Polly&lt;br /&gt;( ) Deep Impact&lt;br /&gt;( ) KingPin&lt;br /&gt;( ) Never Been Kissed&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet The Parents&lt;br /&gt;(x) Meet the Fockers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Eight Crazy Nights&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joe Dirt&lt;br /&gt;(x) King Kong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Terminal&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;br /&gt;( ) Passport to Paris&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber&lt;br /&gt;(x) Dumber &amp; Dumberer&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;br /&gt;( ) Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Ring&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Ring 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Surviving X-MAS&lt;br /&gt;(x) Flubber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 6/14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) Harold &amp;amp; Kumar Go To White Castle&lt;br /&gt;(x) Practical Magic&lt;br /&gt;(x) Chicago&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ghost Ship&lt;br /&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;br /&gt;(x) Hellboy&lt;br /&gt;( ) Secret Window&lt;br /&gt;(x) I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Whole Nine Yards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7/9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;(x) Child's Play&lt;br /&gt;(x) Seed of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Bride of Chucky&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;br /&gt;(x) Just Married&lt;br /&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;br /&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sixteen Candles&lt;br /&gt;( ) Remember the Titans&lt;br /&gt;( ) Coach Carter&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Grudge&lt;br /&gt;(x) the Mask&lt;br /&gt;( ) Son Of The Mask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 7/14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bad Boys 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Joy Ride&lt;br /&gt;( ) Se7en&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Eleven&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;(x) Identity&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lone Star&lt;br /&gt;( ) Bedazzled&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator I&lt;br /&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5/13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Independence Day&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cujo&lt;br /&gt;( ) A Bronx Tale&lt;br /&gt;( ) Darkness Falls&lt;br /&gt;(x) ET&lt;br /&gt;( ) Children of the Corn&lt;br /&gt;( ) My Boss' Daughter&lt;br /&gt;(x) Maid in Manhattan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Frailty&lt;br /&gt;( ) War of the Worlds&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour&lt;br /&gt;( ) Rush Hour 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 2/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Best Bet&lt;br /&gt;(x) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days&lt;br /&gt;( ) She's All That&lt;br /&gt;( ) Calendar Girls&lt;br /&gt;( ) Sideways&lt;br /&gt;( ) Mars Attacks&lt;br /&gt;( ) Event Horizon&lt;br /&gt;(x) Ever After&lt;br /&gt;(x) Forrest Gump&lt;br /&gt;( ) Big Trouble in Little China&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Terminator&lt;br /&gt;(x) Terminator 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 5/12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;br /&gt;(x) X2&lt;br /&gt;(x) X3&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;br /&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Sky High&lt;br /&gt;(x) Jeepers Creepers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Jeepers Creepers 2&lt;br /&gt;(x) Catch Me If You Can&lt;br /&gt;( ) The Others&lt;br /&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;br /&gt;( ) Reign of Fire&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;br /&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 3&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Hot Chick&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;br /&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total: 13/18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) Swimfan&lt;br /&gt;( ) Miracle&lt;br /&gt;( ) Old School&lt;br /&gt;(x) The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;( ) K-Pax&lt;br /&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;br /&gt;( ) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King&lt;br /&gt;(x) A Walk to Remember&lt;br /&gt;( ) Boogeyman&lt;br /&gt;( ) The 40-year-old-virgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;total:3/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86/169&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Wow.. nagmuka namang wala akong social life. ahahaha.:P**&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Im actually destressing. Im uber excited/nervous about our first day. Haha. Lets all pray that Mrs. Magallanes wouldn't call on me during the assembly to lead the pledge of allegiance. Help. Noooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/hubbyhottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/hubbyhottie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D Ala lang.. just wanna share the cuteness.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Happy Independence Day!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115011676452737520?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115011676452737520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115011676452737520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115011676452737520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115011676452737520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/got-this-from-saabs-blog-supposedly-if.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-115003612806925247</id><published>2006-06-11T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T22:28:48.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Late updates again. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Went to Makati (again...) yesterday for my dentist appointment.. and supposedly to get a blood test too.. but mum forgot the doctor's prescription.XP Rawrness. We're gonna go to Makati Med tomorrow for that.. anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Gerald Anderson in Glorietta. Haha. He's really tall.. I expected him to be a little bit short.. haha. Anyways, na-starstruck ako. He's cute.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. School starts on Tuesday. BOooooo! Im gonna miss my long chats with my bebe. Booo. Welcome senior year. Haha. Go Bears.XP Wait..Blue bears..XP Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Advance Happy Independence Day! (in case I dont update tomorrowXP)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-115003612806925247?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/115003612806925247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=115003612806925247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115003612806925247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/115003612806925247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/late-updates-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114977265037508041</id><published>2006-06-08T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:17:30.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I just accidentally hit my mum's eye.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy filling out my college applications for the past few days. Whoa. College. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of.. I went to UST earlier and I can say that I am in love with the campus.:P I have always been attracted to old, classical places, and that University, being one of the oldest universities here (like.. 400 years old.XP) , caught my eye too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I also found out that my Dad graduated in UST. He was also the Suma Cumlaude of his batch, and was crowned Mr. UST once. XP Haha.. More reason for me to study there.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Went to Glorietta with Chi after. Ugh. I'd rather not talk about it.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, we went to SM.. and Chi and I played the manual soccer thingiemajig..:P Haha.. Fun. Fun.:)&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/7892483-114977265037508041?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114977265037508041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114977265037508041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114977265037508041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114977265037508041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-i-just-accidentally-hit-my-mums.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114934047893773867</id><published>2006-06-03T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:14:39.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with Mom in Glorietta earlier. Midnight Madness. Whew. So many people were there, and not all the things sold are on sale anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.. I saw Robert in Glorietta too.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooo. Prices of stuff are so over the top. We bought 3 shoes and it costed us 12 Grand already. geeeeeez.XP&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My hubby looks extremely handsome.:P Haha. he just went to work looking like the most adorable guy ever.:P Girls, back off, k? Thanks:P&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/7892483-114934047893773867?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114934047893773867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114934047893773867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114934047893773867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114934047893773867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/went-shopping-with-mom-in-glorietta.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114926313762383077</id><published>2006-06-02T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T23:48:29.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Wooooo. Late updates once again. Haha. Well, not really late, since its been only..erm.. 2 days?XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;So far, after the consecutive days of waging raging wars between me and my danny boy, &lt;u&gt;things are once again restored to its natural peace and order.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Haha. Why do I feel like I'm narrating a post-fight scene for a documentary or whatever? haha.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been talking, and apologizing, and talking, and being mushy.. and then talking some more.. you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love my Danny Boy&lt;/span&gt;.:P [how come Danny boy sounds like a puppy name?XP]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some people who were posting messages in my tagboard saying bad stuff about my relationship and my boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever you are, I would like to speak in behalf of my beau and of myself ofcourse [:P] and get our point straight across that feeble mind of yours that no matter what you think [if ever youre thinking while you posted those stuff] that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our relationship is very strong, and nobody could ever get in our way. We love and value each other so much, and we aren't stupid to just throw away what we have because we both know that its special.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So if you really are stupid, or just plain stubborn,&lt;u&gt;I'm letting you know now that your efforts will be worthless&lt;/u&gt;.:)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go shopping with Mum tomorrow. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Midnight madness Sale in Glorietta&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Gotta get some ZZZZ's to be fully charged for tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Wah. Dan and I weren't able to talk earlier cuz of net technical problems.., and now he has to go to Dad's house and cut our convo short.:-( &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I miss him so much.&lt;/span&gt; [sighs]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114926313762383077?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114926313762383077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114926313762383077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114926313762383077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114926313762383077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/06/wooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114908575476513558</id><published>2006-05-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T22:36:21.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Hey hun.. Read this. Read and think about it.:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/do_not_spoil_what_you_have_by_desiring_what_you/205432.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/do_not_spoil_what_you_have_by_desiring_what_you/205432.html"&gt;Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/we_tend_to_forget_that_happiness_doesn-t_come_as/205885.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/we_tend_to_forget_that_happiness_doesn-t_come_as/205885.html"&gt;We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but rather of recognizing and appreciating what we do have.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/we_tend_to_forget_that_happiness_doesn-t_come_as/205885.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/contentment_is_natural_wealth-luxury_is/190175.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/contentment_is_natural_wealth-luxury_is/190175.html"&gt;Contentment is natural wealth, luxury is artificial poverty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/there_is_no_end_of_craving-hence_contentment/150856.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/there_is_no_end_of_craving-hence_contentment/150856.html"&gt;There is no end of craving. Hence contentment alone is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/everyone-chases-after-happiness-not-noticing-that/410966.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/everyone-chases-after-happiness-not-noticing-that/410966.html"&gt;Everyone chases after happiness, not noticing that happiness is right at their heels.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/it-is-better-to-want-what-you-have-than-to-have/397616.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/it-is-better-to-want-what-you-have-than-to-have/397616.html"&gt;It is better to want what you have than to have what you want.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/it-takes-more-distress-and-poison-to-kill-someone/397375.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="sqq"&gt;&lt;a class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/it-takes-more-distress-and-poison-to-kill-someone/397375.html"&gt;It takes more distress and poison to kill someone who has peace of mind and loves life.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;"&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" class="sqq" href="http://en.thinkexist.com/quotation/man-never-has-what-he-wants-because-what-he-wants/762988.html"&gt;Man never has what he wants, because what he wants is everything.&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be looking for something else.. but you may not know that all you could ever want is already there.. *sigh* It hurts..you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Oh a happier note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hanged out with Chi earlier, and I got to meet her cute niece and nephew : &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Natalie and Jason&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She asked them to sing twinkle twinkle little star and baa baa black sheep.. They from Cebu, so they got this Visayan accent.. their songs went like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trinkle Trinkle Litter Star..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite.:D:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Baah Baah Black sheep many many more! Yes sir! yes sir! three plus four!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah. Cuteness.:P&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just found out the Jeahan won't be studying in OB this year. Sad.:( I miss you gurl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114908575476513558?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114908575476513558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114908575476513558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114908575476513558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114908575476513558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/hey-hun.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114899849094789924</id><published>2006-05-30T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:14:51.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Its unfair that girls have to compete with videogames just to get their guy's attention.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That simple phrase was used as my status in YM this afternoon. I've read many magazine articles about this simple conflict between couples, but I thought the day that me and my beau would fight about it will never come.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago, if ever I read those articles, I would probably snigger and tell my friends how weird those girls are.. seeing theyre getting mad because of video games.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse I'm wrong, seeing that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan is an avid gamer and I am a sucker for his constant attention.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Booooy was I off.:P This afternoon we fought about that.:p Yes, I know whats in your heads.. -Again? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, we fought again. Cute eh?:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. As in full-blown fighting. Haha. In front of Audrey. Fun Fun Fun.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing we made up before he went to bed.. we'll.. he fell asleep on his computer table.. and then &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;he started to snore..and it was soooo cute&lt;/span&gt;.:P Ehe. Who could resist that cutesy snores?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I checked out Warcraft earlier hun.. and I just couldnt get it.:D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;If you teach me, Im willing to learn&lt;/span&gt;.. but..&gt;:) *snores:D*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hee hee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you my cutesy snoring beau.:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I've been checking out sites of foundations that have been helping the poor, children, animals, and the environment.. I want to help so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this foundation..the Cancer Warriors Foundation : &lt;a href="http://c-warriors.org"&gt;http://c-warriors.org&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are helping children who are diagnosed with cancer. Let us help them:)&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/7892483-114899849094789924?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114899849094789924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114899849094789924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114899849094789924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114899849094789924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-unfair-that-girls-have-to-compete.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114891004554272297</id><published>2006-05-29T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T21:40:46.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Lennie is fiiixed&lt;/span&gt;!:-D I finally learned how to replace the strings and tune the guitar..erm. Well, not so sure about the tuning, but anyways, I'm happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Tinkered with the layout Ches gave me months ago, and made it the new layout of our blog. Erm. Our, reffering to me and Dan. Ehe.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out &lt;a href="http://addictedtoeachother23.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks before school starts. Cringe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided that im gonna upload random pics..:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/feeling%20chinese%20freaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/feeling%20chinese%20freaks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Javster pretending to be Chinese.. well he is chinese.. so i guess im pretending.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/IMG_2114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/IMG_2114.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fear. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/1600/yourfavoritethree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/8188/508/320/yourfavoritethree.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His cutest pic ever. Hehe. Cuuute.:p&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114891004554272297?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114891004554272297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114891004554272297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114891004554272297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114891004554272297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/lennie-is-fiiixed-d-i-finally-learned.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114879863397584738</id><published>2006-05-28T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T22:56:39.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Peace doesn't mean silence, no busy streets, no noise or chatter from the outside world, but the calmness of the heart amidst all of these.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My rabbit died..:-( My little rabbit died yesterday.:-( She was an easter gift from my mom a year after my dad died..Something attacked her..*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out after seeing the incredulous smile of someone being so hypocritical. Rawr you.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Went to SM Mall of Asia (*sings in a mock voice* The bigggeest maaall in assssiiaaa!). That place was really crowded.. Ugh. And its so big, my feet are still hurting now from walking all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset in Manila Bay is practically to die for.. Too bad I didnt get a picture.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Is bummed and slightly depressed.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;[edit/slash]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I despise him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hate to have a love/hate relationship. As much as I love those, having one in real life is enough for me to slash my wrists with a silver dagger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span name="storytext" id="storytext" style="font-size: 12px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How did we get from saying 'I love you'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to 'I'll see you around someday'&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114879863397584738?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114879863397584738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114879863397584738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114879863397584738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114879863397584738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/peace-doesnt-mean-silence-no-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114861781882153889</id><published>2006-05-26T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T12:30:18.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;*yawns*&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Yay. Taylor Hicks won!:-D haha. I'm loving the golden idols.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to Clay Aiken's hair.XO He reminded me of Barry Manilow for some reason..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ugh. Away na naman kami. war.war. war. I remember that song from 13 going on 30.. yung.. Love is a battlefield. Haha.XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleeeepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for school to start.. lounging around the house doing nothing is getting.. boring.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait for school to end too. *wonder why...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Filled out my application form for UP yesterday. Huwa. 1 more year and I'll be in college. Crazy really. It feels like I was just a newbie freshman yesterday. Oooh. Time flies by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. SUPER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, lets go hang out before school starts.:)&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/7892483-114861781882153889?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114861781882153889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114861781882153889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114861781882153889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114861781882153889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/yawns-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114852557034904948</id><published>2006-05-25T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:52:50.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 8 am. Slept at 3 am. Oh joy. 0_o&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;My hair is currllyyy.XP I woke up with  messy and curly hair. Yegaaads. Dad'd gene's are showing up.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;X_x Girl Confessions x_X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I do wear make up..&lt;br /&gt;[x] When I walk by mirrors, I cant help but&lt;br /&gt;look&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I love pink..&lt;br /&gt;[x] I have cried at a movie theater&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love chocolate&lt;br /&gt;[x] Getting flowers still makes me smile&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've wrecked a car&lt;br /&gt;[x] I can put mascara on without opening&lt;br /&gt;my mouth&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I'd do anything for a guy&lt;br /&gt;[x] I currently have a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love cuddling&lt;br /&gt;[x] Johnny Depp is sexy&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Gotten Detention/principal's office&lt;br /&gt;[x] If I have to dress like a ........ to get your&lt;br /&gt;attention,then forget it buddy&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Ive flashed someone/some people&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I've skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like Rock&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I like rap&lt;br /&gt;[x] I like Electronics/techno&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I carry a purse everywhere&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I carry my cell phone at ALL times&lt;br /&gt;[x] I do own a spice girls CD&lt;br /&gt;[x] I own a Britney Spears CD&lt;br /&gt;[ ] I play hard to get -hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;[x] Boys are fun to tease&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Football is boring&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love athletic boys&lt;br /&gt;[x] I love rockers&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Hot guys are better then sweet guys&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sweet guys are better than hot guys&lt;br /&gt;[x] I prefer sweet hotty guys.&lt;br /&gt;[x] Ive been called a tease *&gt;:-P*&lt;br /&gt;[x] Lip gloss is WAY better than lipstick&lt;br /&gt;[ ] can't leave the house without makeup&lt;br /&gt;[x] I'm a bitch. Deal with it. [hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;[x] I play video games, even when there are other&lt;br /&gt;people around&lt;br /&gt;[x] My friends are the best, and they're&lt;br /&gt;important to me&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;*random.*&lt;br /&gt;I wanna love you in a hot tub.XP&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;1)how many messages do you have in your&lt;br /&gt;inbox?&lt;br /&gt;-- 90+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)what pissed you off today?&lt;br /&gt;-- uhm, Dan not telling me where he's going..and leaving me hanging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)what are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;-- Next summer.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)who was the last person you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;-- Dan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)what freaked you out today?&lt;br /&gt;-- Uhm.. the lobsters in american idol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6)do you feel guilty?&lt;br /&gt;-- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)does somebody harass you mercilessly&lt;br /&gt;lately?&lt;br /&gt;-- haha. no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8)do you fight back?&lt;br /&gt;-- usually, i do.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)what was the latest dream you had?&lt;br /&gt;-- T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)who do you text everyday?&lt;br /&gt;-- chi, dan, manda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11)who did you last talk to on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;-- erm.. operator?XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12)ever got expelled?&lt;br /&gt;-- no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13)who do you wish would die right now?&lt;br /&gt;-- none.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14)do you believe in karma?&lt;br /&gt;-- i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15)what's the weirdest thing that happened&lt;br /&gt;to you today?&lt;br /&gt;- none yet. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16)are you sleepy?&lt;br /&gt;-- heck yes.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17)are you contented with your life?&lt;br /&gt;-- yes.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18)who do you hate?&lt;br /&gt;-- erm.. hate is such a big word don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19)are you drunk?&lt;br /&gt;-- no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20)who are the people in denial?&lt;br /&gt;-- uhm.. those who are in denial.:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21)ever been heartbroken?&lt;br /&gt;-- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22)ever had a bloody accident?&lt;br /&gt;-- erm. banging my head on the sink making my nose bleed?XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23)do you miss somebody?&lt;br /&gt;-- yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24)have you met your soulmate?&lt;br /&gt;--  hopefully, yes.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25)do you think you're pretty?&lt;br /&gt;-- haha. no.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26)ever fell on the stairs?&lt;br /&gt;-- hahaha. yes.;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27)who are you thinking about?&lt;br /&gt;-- Dan.XO&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;SO early. SO many surveys. So bored. NO hubby. argh.XP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114852557034904948?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114852557034904948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114852557034904948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114852557034904948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114852557034904948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/woke-up-at-8-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114845074081442916</id><published>2006-05-24T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T23:16:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Haha. This is my update for yesterday.:P &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Warning: Mushiness ahead.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;May 23&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Its been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14 months&lt;/span&gt; since I said yes to this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;incredibly nice, shy boy who wooed me with his girlie side *grins* &lt;/span&gt; when he asked me if I can be his girlfriend. Turns out, that decision would be one of the bestest ones I've even made in the span of my 15-almost-16 years life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I remember my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2nd grade teacher telling me that if ever I'm in the age to find a boyfriend which is like.. the hubby material, his last name should start with the letter A&lt;/span&gt;, since mine starts with the letter Z.:-P &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And ever since I was young, I've loved the name Daniel already. &lt;/span&gt;If I just got influenced by the harry potter films, I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just quite funny how I ended up with a guy named &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Daniel Adair&lt;/span&gt;.:) Maybe its just a sign?:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the road of our relationship is..well, unpredictable. One day, it could be smooth-sailing, and war could be looming the next, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we both have our share of laughter and tears&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past months, I could say, and my friends could attest to it that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am happy&lt;/span&gt;. Happier than before. Happier than ever. I always laugh when after I tell them that we've been in a fight, they'd just tell me that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its all nonsense&lt;/span&gt;, since &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we always make up later&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fights don't usually last for long. The longest span of our fighting time was two days. Haha. Its strange, because we always fight.:-P&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; We're just.. stubborn by nature, so go figure.;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He's doing a great job making me feel so special.&lt;/span&gt; Haha. Even Ms. Cervantes told me that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I look blooming.-_- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As strange and unpredictable life is, I can just.. see how he'd remain a constant figure in mine. I might be saying this &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;prematurely&lt;/span&gt;, but I know in my heart that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I want him to stay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel Riley Adair, I know you're reading this and I want to let you know that you have made me happy for the past 14 months, and I just want to thank you for that.:) You are so special, and you know it! Going on forever, right?:-D I&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; love you with all my heart.:)&lt;/span&gt; happy 14th.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked out&lt;a href="http://sinigangnababoy.blogspot.com"&gt;Ate Thea's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and saw this funny video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrYRY6kx550"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FrYRY6kx550" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sakit sa ulo.XP Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114845074081442916?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114845074081442916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114845074081442916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114845074081442916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114845074081442916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/haha_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114821728098784624</id><published>2006-05-21T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:37:05.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Town&lt;/span&gt; earlier. Looooved it.:D &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ron Howard&lt;/span&gt; is a genius.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cinematography was..well at first I got dizzy with the camera angles, but somehow deeper into the film, it was very, precise and fit for the scene.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The locations were beautiful, and I so want to go there someday.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the actors, though &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tom Hanks&lt;/span&gt; wasn't how I envisioned Robert Langdon, I think he did a great job. As for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Audrey Tautou&lt;/span&gt;, I think she's really beautiful, and her accent is so..erm.. Sophie-ish. Hehe. Had fun mocking the Doc. Oct guy.XO I was teasing my brother, cuz he's a big fan of Spidey and LOTR, about how a villain turned into a bishop, and how Sir Ian Mckellen (sp?) turned into a maniac with 2 bastons.XP. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough about my inner critique.XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently crushing on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paul Bettany&lt;/span&gt; (Silas) because of the movie. Haha. Im so weird no? I just thought he looked cute in Wimbledon eh..Heehee. **Daaaaan, relax, at least its not another William, right?;;) **&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't able to get&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Lennie &lt;/span&gt;fixed because the guy who's supposed to fix my guitar wasnt dare. Rawrish.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so wanting to buy the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;special illustrated edition of Davinci Code and Angels &amp; Demons.&lt;/span&gt; Its like.. P 1059.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Donations, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehe.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to greet the bestest friend in the world:&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;u&gt;MACHIIII!&lt;/u&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY! LOVE YOU GURL!(--,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114821728098784624?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114821728098784624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114821728098784624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114821728098784624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114821728098784624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/watched-da-vinci-code-in-town-earlier.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114803842881771310</id><published>2006-05-19T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T21:35:13.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;" I love you, you didnt feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;  Though we're apart, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;you're in my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   heart."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanted you to know,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; I love the way you laugh.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Its dad's 8th year death anniversary today. 8 years had passed, and I was forced to grow up because of that. My mom couldn't afford to have someone as kulit and as naughty as me in the house.. soo yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my father terribly. Its just so hard because there are times when I know that he'd be the only one who could understand me and what I'm going through.. but he's not there.:-|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you Dad.:)&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114803842881771310?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114803842881771310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114803842881771310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114803842881771310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114803842881771310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-love-you-you-didnt-feel-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114795783727608925</id><published>2006-05-18T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T21:25:05.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;I.&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NEED&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.TO.WATCH.THE.DA.VINCI.CODE.AS.SOON.AS.POSSIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Im so so so dying to see the movie, and mum just wont let me. Huhuhu.:'-(&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Chi and I was almost bitten by a rabid looking stray dog earlier, and Chi sunk her nails deep into my flesh. Haha. That scared me more than the dog.XP&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Robert. Langdon. + Sophie. Noveau.= the da vinci code. help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7892483-114795783727608925?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114795783727608925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114795783727608925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114795783727608925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114795783727608925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/i.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7892483.post-114778638384808993</id><published>2006-05-16T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:33:03.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>--&lt;br /&gt;Rawr. SO SO SO Pissed off right now. The Da Vinci Code is R-18! Rawr. rawr. rawr. I sooooo need to watch that movie. I need to see Robert Langdon. Haha. Tom hanks.XP Rawr MTRCB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even our Cardinal is encouraging students and teenagers to talk about that movie! rawr. All of you are so so so prejudiced! BOOOOO!&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/7892483-114778638384808993?l=pixiewixie18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/feeds/114778638384808993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7892483&amp;postID=114778638384808993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114778638384808993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7892483/posts/default/114778638384808993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiewixie18.blogspot.com/2006/05/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Pixiewixie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04285048145047381878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img513.imageshack.us/img513/6080/bebgw67kf.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
