<?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-1654675403409058134</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:42:44.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pixiedust</title><subtitle type='html'>My Passion. My Dreams. My Life. In Pink and White.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-7032064769296254617</id><published>2009-07-01T14:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:46:14.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I type this, you’re probably in your slumber, trying to kick the headache away. Perhaps if I was there beside you, I would be holding your hand, making sure you’re okay, and use my remaining fingers to speak the thoughts that are flowing, flowing so vigorously that my heart feels like screaming a little of what’s inside so it can make room for air and remain speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is overwhelming with emotions all mixed up but I want you to know that I won’t be sad for us. I fell asleep with a smile on my face and woke up still with another because my heart feels happy with the thought of last night’s conversation. I want you to know that I will never get tired of listening to you and sharing my thoughts with you, the person who never fails to make my heart stop in anticipation with his witty humor and funny antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, now is also the time to let you know more about what you make me feel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long I have been guarding my heart not only from pain but also from happiness. I would keep myself distant from extremely feeling happy because a part of me used to think that some good things never really last. I used to be afraid of what could happen that’s why before it could even hurt me, I’d choose to just shrug it off as if I didn’t really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if I had no intentions at first to feel what I am feeling right now, I guess it made sure to find its way to my heart. The last time I cried, I remember it was too painful to bear and I thought tears would be the best way to make myself feel better. But right now, even I, was surprised to hear my heart crying because it feels something different. And it’s definitely not pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot may have come too soon for us but no matter how different this is for me and you, there’s really something in you that makes me feel like everything’s right, that everything’s okay. Now I realize that it’s really not in how long you spent time with the person nor how long you knew him. It’s in how you truly get to know him and how you feel when you’re with him. Yes, ours is unique, isn’t it? =) That’s why I want you to know that I value this relationship too and that we can make this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am ready to feel and make my love be felt again because I know that what we feel will never pass. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am listening to this song and I can feel like my heart is full of hope and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Iniwan ka na ng eroplano, okay lang baby, wag kang magbago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dito ka lang, humimbing, sa aking piling antukin…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sasalubungin natin ang kinabukasan, nang walang takot at walang pangamba/at yayakapin pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tadhana’y merong tip na makapangyarihan, kung ayaw may dahilan, kung gusto palaging merong paraan… Gumawa nalang tayo ng paraan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can relate to love songs again and really feel each word as if it was my own. You make me hum a note so endlessly, that I would only realize it has been a while when another person would go and stop me. You make me smile even without you and I noticing it and you make me laugh my heart out unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much more if you’re already right here beside me? I can only imagine how blissful that would feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess all I want to say is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really happy that you came into my life. So, thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND of course. To the Greatest Planner up above, I thank you more. :)&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-7032064769296254617?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7032064769296254617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=7032064769296254617&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7032064769296254617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7032064769296254617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/07/june-1.html' title='July 1.'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8629912915636224083</id><published>2009-04-28T16:33:00.047+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:46:37.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boracay Bliss</title><content type='html'>April 24-26, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it didn't at all rain in Boracay during these dates! As in I was really kind of anxious that it might because it was consecutively raining hard in Manila from Sunday to Thursday before the 24th! And Dad said he heard from the radio a while ago that it's raining (really terrible) there for two days now. We're so lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcHYAMqa2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/teByldmKX8c/s1600-h/CIMG8518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcHYAMqa2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/teByldmKX8c/s320/CIMG8518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329736792967637858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcHh4Zm9uI/AAAAAAAAAbg/S9jSUK51C4g/s1600-h/CIMG8489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcHh4Zm9uI/AAAAAAAAAbg/S9jSUK51C4g/s320/CIMG8489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329736962673145570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly had a blast in this heavenly paradise. It seems hard to describe how much relaxation and fun this place has brought upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcH1IYyCgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/J49db6qxxLM/s1600-h/DSC00060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcH1IYyCgI/AAAAAAAAAbo/J49db6qxxLM/s320/DSC00060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329737293382158850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcIemNcC8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/vTpZlL5S6cY/s1600-h/DSC00063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcIemNcC8I/AAAAAAAAAbw/vTpZlL5S6cY/s320/DSC00063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738005762280386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem and I had the same flight. We were at the airport early because my parents' flight was a little earlier than ours. We ate breakfast at Delifrance and guess who were beside our table, Elizabeth Ramsey and Pilita Corales. Legend. Haha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcI2SxdOhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6QnBClSzG-A/s1600-h/CIMG8158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcI2SxdOhI/AAAAAAAAAb4/6QnBClSzG-A/s320/CIMG8158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738412861504018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the boat ride from Caticlan airport to Boracay. :) How'd you find my sunnies? Borrowed it from mom. It's Rayban from the 80's. I wasn't even born when my mom first wore it! Me thinks it's pretty cool. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcJdSTrYEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qcqcTAb3WI4/s1600-h/CIMG8178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcJdSTrYEI/AAAAAAAAAcI/qcqcTAb3WI4/s320/CIMG8178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329739082751500354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about these pairs? Haha we really bought it together huh. For cheap sunglasses, I'd say head to F&amp;amp;H, I at least find fashionable pieces there. My friend Ruth (who happens to be my sister's colleague) said we're like twins in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharing even more pictures of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcJ76IDNbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/cC8PbHFdlps/s1600-h/CIMG8304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcJ76IDNbI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/cC8PbHFdlps/s320/CIMG8304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329739608836224434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here comes the sun...&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcKWoW-sdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/W9-xFJ9KoCQ/s1600-h/CIMG8221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcKWoW-sdI/AAAAAAAAAcY/W9-xFJ9KoCQ/s320/CIMG8221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329740067923472850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was just waiting for the splash hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcKnr9JjVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/7PB4vZjV8FY/s1600-h/CIMG8235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcKnr9JjVI/AAAAAAAAAcg/7PB4vZjV8FY/s320/CIMG8235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329740360946650450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because my sister wanted to experience the same thing too... :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfggoDgkP-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/mkHrEKVMlO0/s1600-h/CIMG8292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfggoDgkP-I/AAAAAAAAAfg/mkHrEKVMlO0/s320/CIMG8292.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330046031501737954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jem playing with the sand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNk1lau8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xghat926hCo/s1600-h/CIMG8258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNk1lau8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/xghat926hCo/s320/CIMG8258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329743610526743490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's really stolen. Promise! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNwJKNVKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7ccOstRGYPA/s1600-h/CIMG8260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNwJKNVKI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7ccOstRGYPA/s320/CIMG8260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329743804759889058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one's not. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOBB0t6jI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Wy1iGXZQgPc/s1600-h/CIMG8255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOBB0t6jI/AAAAAAAAAdo/Wy1iGXZQgPc/s320/CIMG8255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329744094848477746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weee! Nice picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgiHVa78gI/AAAAAAAAAfw/u4z97ptJTjY/s1600-h/CIMG8206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgiHVa78gI/AAAAAAAAAfw/u4z97ptJTjY/s320/CIMG8206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330047668397535746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeling sexy and silky, thanks to V&amp;amp;M *wink wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sfgi61INS_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Qhg7Edg3iBQ/s1600-h/CIMG8274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sfgi61INS_I/AAAAAAAAAgA/Qhg7Edg3iBQ/s320/CIMG8274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330048553082244082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just basking in the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOLXuWagI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SoMnVAEbL4E/s1600-h/CIMG8306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOLXuWagI/AAAAAAAAAdw/SoMnVAEbL4E/s320/CIMG8306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329744272526043650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With mom and dad&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcPX0qXCxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/8xyJjb-WJYw/s1600-h/CIMG8568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcPX0qXCxI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/8xyJjb-WJYw/s320/CIMG8568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745585963993874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Too giddy finding my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcO_oQ_vVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qfG74l2-QYg/s1600-h/CIMG8391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcO_oQ_vVI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qfG74l2-QYg/s320/CIMG8391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745170319523154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sand and beer go well together&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcPteg6R7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ePA-Do9JPPU/s1600-h/CIMG8286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcPteg6R7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/ePA-Do9JPPU/s320/CIMG8286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329745957975902130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is The Great Jump. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcQconPgZI/AAAAAAAAAew/O-ZNEvyltb8/s1600-h/CIMG8505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcQconPgZI/AAAAAAAAAew/O-ZNEvyltb8/s320/CIMG8505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746768140665234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunkissed skin already. But now, it's... Let's just say it's too far from my original tone already. But hey, I think I'm enjoying it hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgjmNCU4GI/AAAAAAAAAgI/0MqgyRXHPpk/s1600-h/CIMG8335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgjmNCU4GI/AAAAAAAAAgI/0MqgyRXHPpk/s320/CIMG8335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330049298234400866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The breathtaking sunset. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sfgg1GqZe1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/tIlgPWAQbOA/s1600-h/CIMG8444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sfgg1GqZe1I/AAAAAAAAAfo/tIlgPWAQbOA/s320/CIMG8444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330046255686581074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainbow... Even if the rain didn't make it just yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcQwNZ4YAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hPRLOy9ifNk/s1600-h/CIMG8362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcQwNZ4YAI/AAAAAAAAAe4/hPRLOy9ifNk/s320/CIMG8362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747104434249730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With mom. Thanks, mom!&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgikqjRLtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/IXjAEqA0FgM/s1600-h/CIMG8398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgikqjRLtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/IXjAEqA0FgM/s320/CIMG8398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330048172285832914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loving the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And there came the night life. Of course, we wouldn't miss this. I have a funny story about a supposed encounter with a Bora crushie. I could have a talk with him. Hmm, I think the possibility of him seeing this post is really miniscule so, I don't really mind documenting this. Besides, it would be funNY (more than fun even) to re-read this post again after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcJQVtQQeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CzhbhTIOj9U/s1600-h/CIMG8419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcJQVtQQeI/AAAAAAAAAcA/CzhbhTIOj9U/s320/CIMG8419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329738860325781986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture above, we were with Ashley, the Aussie that we met while we were chilling at Don Vito, listening at some live band. She was really fun that night to be dancing with her other friends. And they were getting some people from the crowd to dance with them too. Being at the very very front, (again prone to being dragged to the stage), of course, I was swayed to dance as well! I was near giving in when my sister's boyfie (being the dancer that he is, at least I would have felt assured that I won't be all alone in this. Haha!) left me. So, in my mind, I said, later I will. Because I really really wanna dance!! Next, my crushie who was just beside me was called too, and he danced right away! If only I knew he'd agree just like that! My, I wouldn't hesitate! Hahaha! We could have been the only Pinoys there! ('coz the rest were Australians, Canadians and Koreans) HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOqhop-zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XqpxX1ouRAE/s1600-h/CIMG8428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOqhop-zI/AAAAAAAAAeA/XqpxX1ouRAE/s320/CIMG8428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329744807762459442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's right there, in white! (at the back of Jujus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOXbMSxoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GJs_7YW3OcA/s1600-h/CIMG8367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcOXbMSxoI/AAAAAAAAAd4/GJs_7YW3OcA/s320/CIMG8367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329744479615370882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enough for the regretful vibes, we danced it all off at the Juice bar and Siam Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcP793-DjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/kIDM1vH3Cb0/s1600-h/CIMG8441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcP793-DjI/AAAAAAAAAeg/kIDM1vH3Cb0/s320/CIMG8441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746206912286258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcQJbOpvRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oDaeYP4s2AU/s1600-h/CIMG8443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcQJbOpvRI/AAAAAAAAAeo/oDaeYP4s2AU/s320/CIMG8443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329746438130351378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw people from my highschool and college too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoy watching fire dancers. I think they really are skilled and amazing! We were given the chance to learn some of the steps (project brought by C2). At first, I thought we were to use fire, oh my, if that’s the case I sure could have seriously burnt myself. It was so hard to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcLPcSD2CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gVh39IHp1Wg/s1600-h/CIMG8355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcLPcSD2CI/AAAAAAAAAcw/gVh39IHp1Wg/s320/CIMG8355.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329741043934156834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s fascinating how they can build sand castles! With sand as fine as polvoron?? My God, I can’t even build a small house. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcK4JwYRFI/AAAAAAAAAco/UAKu7RCGr4o/s1600-h/CIMG8358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcK4JwYRFI/AAAAAAAAAco/UAKu7RCGr4o/s320/CIMG8358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329740643824059474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at what our tough men made out of the Bora sand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcRBJtjn_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/FOIiZhMAQog/s1600-h/CIMG8471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcRBJtjn_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/FOIiZhMAQog/s320/CIMG8471.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747395500810226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it cute or scary? You be the judge. For me it's both. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcRMfEJmjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-RtQl0l2H5I/s1600-h/CIMG8470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcRMfEJmjI/AAAAAAAAAfI/-RtQl0l2H5I/s320/CIMG8470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747590211279410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At least this one's meaningful. :) Dad may not be that skilled to build a hill, but at least he still has a grateful heart for what he has. Hihi. Love you daddy yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcRezvMXTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Ueg4Vi07FJk/s1600-h/CIMG8567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcRezvMXTI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Ueg4Vi07FJk/s320/CIMG8567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329747904998169906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Bean’s Halowich is love! Jem and I shared in this cappuccino ice while my sister and her boyfie, Brian tried their pies. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcLhf6WHAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ox7MVbX-NXg/s1600-h/CIMG8547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcLhf6WHAI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Ox7MVbX-NXg/s320/CIMG8547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329741354146077698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sorry for the half-eaten iced cream, just couldn't help myself when I saw it. Forgot to take a picture first. Hihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcM07WhDJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ocphF_8CRj0/s1600-h/CIMG8563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcM07WhDJI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ocphF_8CRj0/s320/CIMG8563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329742787441134738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When going places, I always see to it to bring home cute accessories specially made by the locals. And look at what I've got. Haha! I just can't seem to stop myself from buying more and more bangles and earrings and pendants (teehee, I'm getting fond of them recently, and after  this particular pendant, (GOSH, the story behind this special one!) I'll make sure to get some in every special place I'll find myself in!). At least these are really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgdwvMqHJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZBlfa3Qi9cI/s1600-h/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfgdwvMqHJI/AAAAAAAAAfY/ZBlfa3Qi9cI/s320/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330042882133466258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought pasalubongs for my V&amp;amp;M dearies, family and friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayayay, my stay is truly insufficient, but what can we do, we need to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNKLhyAGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9w_6VrbT-4s/s1600-h/CIMG8724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNKLhyAGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/9w_6VrbT-4s/s320/CIMG8724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329743152560603234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now. I hope you remain as you are. :) I'll see you again, pinky promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNYdcWxqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3RfbEhU1NNo/s1600-h/CIMG8684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcNYdcWxqI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/3RfbEhU1NNo/s320/CIMG8684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329743397887854242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ate Magy (Kuya's fiancee) for your gift to me and Jem! We love you muchyy. :)&lt;br /&gt;Next stop? Hmm.&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-8629912915636224083?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8629912915636224083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8629912915636224083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8629912915636224083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8629912915636224083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/04/boracay-bliss.html' title='Boracay Bliss'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SfcHYAMqa2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/teByldmKX8c/s72-c/CIMG8518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6216761605902706930</id><published>2009-04-21T13:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T14:05:58.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Craze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finally I gave in. Haha! I have yet to explore this social networking site. So, please do welcome me, friends, alright? :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-6216761605902706930?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6216761605902706930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6216761605902706930&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6216761605902706930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6216761605902706930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/04/facebook-craze.html' title='Facebook Craze'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-359190036760752255</id><published>2009-04-16T19:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:14:58.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Leads Us Where Again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's actually a bit frustrating to not see my friends for this long. It's very hard to mend our schedules right now, unlike before. So, since Loyce and I have been meaning to see each other for quite a while now, we decided to see each other last night to talk about a few things that tore his good heart (YET AGAIN). When will you ever learn? Haha! But what can I say, this boy loves to love a lot and give his whole heart when he falls in the pit of love. How i wish all guys are like you!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Uyy, laki ulo! Wag ka masyado matuwa, pampalubag loob lang 'to. :D ) &lt;/span&gt;My God, buy me a DSLR, Loyce, I'll be your girlfriend for a month. Hahaha! You deserve someone better, dear! That's what I know for sure. Wink wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Secge1wFC8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cr_2IM7Cgkk/s1600-h/IMG_2366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Secge1wFC8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cr_2IM7Cgkk/s320/IMG_2366.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325260798585801666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure enjoyed the night, love. In fairness, after so many years, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngayon nalang ako ulit nagkaroon ng &lt;/span&gt;hang over&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; And to think, I do not even have any dilemma to forget about.  How dare you make me believe we'd only have coffee?! You got me there ha! Of course you know I wouldn't let you down. My gosh, this is how I care for you. So if ever your heart aches  again, (which I certainly am not wishing to happen), you know the number to call ;) I hope you feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon. Let us Palawan with the gang! ;)&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/1654675403409058134-359190036760752255?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/359190036760752255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=359190036760752255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/359190036760752255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/359190036760752255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-actually-bit-frustrating-to-not-see.html' title='Love Leads Us Where Again?'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Secge1wFC8I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/cr_2IM7Cgkk/s72-c/IMG_2366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-971428587760762239</id><published>2009-04-13T17:43:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:55:45.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Time From Sun Rise to Sun Down</title><content type='html'>Happy Easter everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s super fun for me and my two sibs. After our church service, we headed to Trinoma to get ourselves some R&amp;amp;R! And of course, bonding time! (As if this doesn’t happen every night?!) Oh well, we love to bond, even if it means hurting our ego and getting pissed off at each other from time to time! Haha! We actually got into petty fights the night before and the morning after that, but well, let’s not get into that because that’s gonna be helluva different story already that would need a new entry altogether.  Hmm, guess that’s just how we are! :)) I love these pretty girls so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ate Jus for the scrumptious lunch treat at TGIF. I was so so so full that I didn’t get to finish what I ordered. That meal was seriously hefty! Here’s what I ordered, I think this is Dragon Fire Chicken? Forgot. PIIIG OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMJnc0GiZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mrKXOZ9q95E/s1600-h/CIMG7970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMJnc0GiZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mrKXOZ9q95E/s320/CIMG7970.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324109757836331410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what Jujus ordered…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMJxqhu0oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/awMyH1UBEak/s1600-h/CIMG7969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMJxqhu0oI/AAAAAAAAAZg/awMyH1UBEak/s320/CIMG7969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324109933316067970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for Jem’s dish, we took some pictures of ourselves with our oh-so-generous meals. Foolish? Yeah, we know. But what’s the point of acting so grown up when you REALLY are indeed growing up? (In terms of number, that is.) Wouldn’t that be so redundant? Living up to our real age is never our mantra. LOL! Kidding aside, it’s actually so much fun to goof around sometimes especially when you are with the people you love. No pretensions at all! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKB8_9XMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/OSU6mUG2tyU/s1600-h/CIMG7977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKB8_9XMI/AAAAAAAAAZo/OSU6mUG2tyU/s320/CIMG7977.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324110213152595138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKPIyX46I/AAAAAAAAAZw/I3W3fZAbA40/s1600-h/CIMG7980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKPIyX46I/AAAAAAAAAZw/I3W3fZAbA40/s320/CIMG7980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324110439655138210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMmlnDKo-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/6T29AMqxU0s/s1600-h/CIMG7950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMmlnDKo-I/AAAAAAAAAbI/6T29AMqxU0s/s320/CIMG7950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324141612061336546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMLKVnOSrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gCvyszPhfI0/s1600-h/CIMG7979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMLKVnOSrI/AAAAAAAAAaI/gCvyszPhfI0/s320/CIMG7979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324111456710314674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jem’s has finally arrived…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKdV0XmiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/W2fEuJXlC5Q/s1600-h/CIMG7984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKdV0XmiI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/W2fEuJXlC5Q/s320/CIMG7984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324110683671337506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s her time to shine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKuhodD4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/MQ0QoNsX27g/s1600-h/CIMG7985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMKuhodD4I/AAAAAAAAAaA/MQ0QoNsX27g/s320/CIMG7985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324110978900365186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see from our body built, Jem and I are the ones leading the game here. Look! That’s us showing off our backs, you know, front tummy angles can sometimes be very distracting! So bare with our “sexy” backs for now. (But to be quite frank, I don't think it is not I who needs a little concealing, but for family ties sake, let’s just keep it at that. Hehehe! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMNKODFPaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Zti0HM58NQs/s1600-h/CIMG8037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMNKODFPaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Zti0HM58NQs/s320/CIMG8037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324113653702933922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is Jujus in navy blue. If you want, I can show you a picture of her in a modern pharaoh swim wear that earned her an award for being a woman who could possibly be joining a Superbod contest last year. That is if she would agree for me to actually post that picture in here. ;) But hey, to be fair with her, that was really cool huh. Sexy indeed. The  modelling agencies missed that! And now they're missing a whole lot. Hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMMmWhayoI/AAAAAAAAAag/l5SCMWukvrA/s1600-h/CIMG8029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMMmWhayoI/AAAAAAAAAag/l5SCMWukvrA/s320/CIMG8029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324113037502368386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this is to say that… It was very surprising that she was the one who actually finished her plate! I sure did underestimate this chic! Just so you know, she rarely eats thrice a day and when she eats, she can’t even finish a cupful of rice! So, yesterday was amazing! But here’s the catch. If you are familiar with the fable entitled “The Hare and the Tortoise”, you’d know what exactly happened. Thanks to Jem, you captured it so right, dear! Admittedly, I eat at a fast pace. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabi nga ni Ate Jus, para daw akong lalake kumain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And a friend used to always tell me, "You eat like a construction worker!" (Me: Wow! Thanks.) &lt;/span&gt;But I never really notice that. But a part of me accepts that fact already since every time I eat with her and her boyfie, I finish my food at just about the same time that her boyfie finishes his. :D Oh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To recognize her eating prowess, let’s allocate some space for her here too. Hehe! Winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMLfybejvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VTB6Wje7kgc/s1600-h/CIMG8023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMLfybejvI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/VTB6Wje7kgc/s320/CIMG8023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324111825222930162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed to Dashing Diva to give our soles some extra loving. (After all the processions that they’ve been through the past week?? Not that I am complaining at all! :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMLyJQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nGLIQNH7dcs/s1600-h/CIMG8085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMLyJQSVjI/AAAAAAAAAaY/nGLIQNH7dcs/s320/CIMG8085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324112140587652658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMljlS-E5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/KOYQGT9P4RM/s1600-h/CIMG8056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMljlS-E5I/AAAAAAAAAa4/KOYQGT9P4RM/s320/CIMG8056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324140477719384978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weee happy times! Happy feeeet! Yay to us, little friends! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty Bar is just so tempting, I could have bought another tube of lipstick but I tried my best to help myself because I just bought one last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT the fun time didn’t end there because never can I help myself when it turns to two great swimy swimy swim suit choices available for me and two sibs that would say, “Go buy both na!” Thinking about it, it’s better to think of them as investments because you’ll never know when you’ll be able to see such great designs and cuts again! Better to have them now than worry later. Right? Right! Yaaaay! My swimwear collection is ever growing. :D Happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I become excited to take pictures of them, I’ll post them here. But I think it wouldn’t give the babies the justice that they deserve. So, I’d say wait ‘til I wear them wahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus! I was able to buy a dress, which style I’ve been desperately finding for the longest time! :D Yipee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, before I forget, Happy Birthday again to Tita Trelli’s cool Nanay! ;) We enjoyed the partaay! Got home at 10.30 but it was so much fun than tiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is lalalalove! I also discovered a funny TV show, The: Dish, which is aired on ETC. :) It gives Hollywood Entertainment a fresh twist. ;) You might wanna watch it, I think it's around 7pm Monday? Not sure. HAHAHA! :))&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-971428587760762239?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/971428587760762239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=971428587760762239&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/971428587760762239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/971428587760762239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/04/fun-time-from-sun-rise-to-sun-down.html' title='Fun Time From Sun Rise to Sun Down'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SeMJnc0GiZI/AAAAAAAAAZY/mrKXOZ9q95E/s72-c/CIMG7970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-1568263504056429248</id><published>2009-04-02T12:29:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:40:50.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OTH, I Love You. Always and Forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You made me cry yet again. I love Episode 18 of Season 6! How I wish I could write as well as you both do, Mike Herro and David Strauss. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-1568263504056429248?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1568263504056429248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=1568263504056429248&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1568263504056429248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1568263504056429248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/04/oth-i-love-you-always-and-forever.html' title='OTH, I Love You. Always and Forever.'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8516189041440514715</id><published>2009-03-29T16:36:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:48:17.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ateneo's 150th Year Batch 2009, Down To The World Go I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I now officially bleed blue. I still can't quite believe that I'm done with college! How fast that was. When I first got the invitation from ADAA, I remembered the times when I used to just leaf through the pages of the Ateneo course pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General English/Lit and Science classes to Accounting, Finance, OpMan courses to LS majors, Philo and Theo. Wooah, nakakasenti talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixed emotions, but I feel so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious Rellin, thank you for the calls (although I wasn't able to answer because I'm fast asleep already! My body was soo tired!) and the text messages. I was all smiles, promise!!! You're the sweetest, love. I really really miss you. Thank you for everything. As in. I really wished you graduated with us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelo Brillantes, though I wish you were there to march with us too, I also pray that you're happy now wherever you are. Thank you for the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'll let the pictures do the talking. :)&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc842N7xW4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wrLgr_MVU4A/s1600-h/P3272515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc842N7xW4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wrLgr_MVU4A/s320/P3272515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318532189052296066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before the Baccalaureate Mass&lt;br /&gt;&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc8287qF1LI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nNIu0IM_P0I/s1600-h/CIMG7612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc8287qF1LI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/nNIu0IM_P0I/s320/CIMG7612.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318530105382130866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Loving my huge diploma :) I made it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc86oLRxmtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QZ5pcjmDLdc/s1600-h/CIMG7574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc86oLRxmtI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/QZ5pcjmDLdc/s320/CIMG7574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318534146844367570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that wouldn't have been possible if not because of you. Thanks mom and dad.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc83HyRvEHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9S_YHOHwEcE/s1600-h/CIMG7593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc83HyRvEHI/AAAAAAAAAXY/9S_YHOHwEcE/s320/CIMG7593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318530291842617458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With one of my closest guy friends, Tam Angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc83jziT-pI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kI38QYKHR54/s1600-h/CIMG7594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc83jziT-pI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kI38QYKHR54/s320/CIMG7594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318530773216918162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With good friends, Alden Ong and Dan Napa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc83v1UVBTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VrKwXEAtS-E/s1600-h/CIMG7595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc83v1UVBTI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VrKwXEAtS-E/s320/CIMG7595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318530979853567282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With some of P3, From L-R: Riz Paras, Chally Gutierrez, Alden Ong, Dan Napa, Me, Yet Velasco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84ETN9YEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dNLykbNRX9k/s1600-h/CIMG7601.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84ETN9YEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/dNLykbNRX9k/s320/CIMG7601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318531331477299266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This girl, I love to bits. Cel Lejano :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84SoBrJcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/e346FHZuWlY/s1600-h/CIMG7598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84SoBrJcI/AAAAAAAAAX4/e346FHZuWlY/s320/CIMG7598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318531577581086146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mica Carino and Pat Valerio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84aq3q4GI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1mbytW2S8X0/s1600-h/CIMG7600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84aq3q4GI/AAAAAAAAAYA/1mbytW2S8X0/s320/CIMG7600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318531715783385186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Mac Penalosa and Chally G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85FCM_ikI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6S1tUNaV4a4/s1600-h/P3272590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85FCM_ikI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6S1tUNaV4a4/s320/P3272590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318532443601340994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Chally G. and Paolo Esguerra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85bcFhYOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CtJG94JicR8/s1600-h/IMG-4034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85bcFhYOI/AAAAAAAAAYg/CtJG94JicR8/s320/IMG-4034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318532828506448098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Issa Diomampo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84nOdG-nI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gMjyvBiQ18s/s1600-h/P3272584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc84nOdG-nI/AAAAAAAAAYI/gMjyvBiQ18s/s320/P3272584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318531931494087282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my fave prof ever, Sir Roy Tolentino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85mkpkzrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sh9hmWIZn9U/s1600-h/IMG-4049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85mkpkzrI/AAAAAAAAAYo/sh9hmWIZn9U/s320/IMG-4049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318533019783712434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This picture is too lovely not to post. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85zmC069I/AAAAAAAAAYw/rdKonYZkfN8/s1600-h/CIMG7602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85zmC069I/AAAAAAAAAYw/rdKonYZkfN8/s320/CIMG7602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318533243496360914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85_EFwerI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Wsdiv9y7ckA/s1600-h/CIMG7603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc85_EFwerI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Wsdiv9y7ckA/s320/CIMG7603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318533440540277426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With sister, Jujus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc86JUOwgHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_LBBu3LudtQ/s1600-h/CIMG7605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc86JUOwgHI/AAAAAAAAAZA/_LBBu3LudtQ/s320/CIMG7605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318533616671686770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jem, baby pa din kita kahit graduate ka na din. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc86eUi52_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/m9LDR8wuwmU/s1600-h/CIMG7615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc86eUi52_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/m9LDR8wuwmU/s320/CIMG7615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318533977533438962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With my family :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ateneo, forever you'll be in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-8516189041440514715?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8516189041440514715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8516189041440514715&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8516189041440514715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8516189041440514715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/ateneos-150th-year-batch-2009-down-to.html' title='Ateneo&apos;s 150th Year Batch 2009, Down To The World Go I'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc842N7xW4I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/wrLgr_MVU4A/s72-c/P3272515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-2761088612602093627</id><published>2009-03-28T17:17:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T16:07:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Roast Finals 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;March 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;They say when it rains, it pours. How true could that be? Literally. Blue Roast 2009. March 24, I tried to recall the happenings during last year’s senior party and remembered that that day wasn’t really very sunny. There were occasional drizzles, which would eventually stop. Rain party wasn’t very ideal especially when it was to be held in an open field such as Bellarmine’s (JUST imagine Bonfire 2008). And so I thought, it would be very weird if it would rain again this year when it has been scorching hot for the past few days. But guess what, it did, with matching cranky thunders before I left my house. (Summer here in the Philippines could really be very strange too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I leave the house without me taking pictures of myself? Teehee, sorry for the extreme level of vanity. (If you can’t take it, then please spare your time and don’t view. ;) lol!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3r-VaBslI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fsLm-FaWZ_8/s1600-h/DSC00920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3r-VaBslI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fsLm-FaWZ_8/s320/DSC00920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318166191125148242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3tmtEpM_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uqF9yD9cYBY/s1600-h/DSC00907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3tmtEpM_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/uqF9yD9cYBY/s320/DSC00907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318167984184308722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since I last saw my college friends and Blue Roast did it for us. Though I enjoyed last year’s Blue Roast way better than this year’s (considering the fact that I was there to basically pick up trash and set up the place and I wasn’t even a senior), the latter made me reminisce a lot about my college life and enjoy the company of my friends without all the acads stress. Also, the vibe made me more aware of my soon to come graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3uUCWfRRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ssBxoJWGyrI/s1600-h/P3252481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3uUCWfRRI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/ssBxoJWGyrI/s320/P3252481.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318168762990413074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3vX7w1e6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/CIE-Goyl2u0/s1600-h/IMG-3941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3vX7w1e6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/CIE-Goyl2u0/s320/IMG-3941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318169929452977058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3vuwadiWI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HsT7AOuON6c/s1600-h/P3252467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3vuwadiWI/AAAAAAAAAWw/HsT7AOuON6c/s320/P3252467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318170321543334242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3wDJJlVMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GLn26yAMqvI/s1600-h/P3252480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3wDJJlVMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/GLn26yAMqvI/s320/P3252480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318170671780811970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc8sPSLtjkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/G5M9sR5M1nY/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc8sPSLtjkI/AAAAAAAAAXI/G5M9sR5M1nY/s320/DSC00938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318518326038466114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrived at around 8pm, but my blockmates weren’t there yet. Good thing I saw Kath, we roamed around for a bit and we took a picture with Father Ben. This is my very first. Thanks, Kath! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3uwJ9fxrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JXVP_ieWDsc/s1600-h/IMG-8323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3uwJ9fxrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/JXVP_ieWDsc/s320/IMG-8323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318169246069409458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3t5nxO7nI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wQ_FafGcaOY/s1600-h/P3262484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3t5nxO7nI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wQ_FafGcaOY/s320/P3262484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318168309178232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Holding on to this Blue Rose until someone gives me one.” Haha! Fortunately, I went home holding a rose, which turned out to be the very same that I claimed from the team. Boo! But hey, I would like to believe that they were just too shy to approach me. Hahaha! Kidding aside, I made someone very happy and giddy that night. I’m very happy for my friend, R. I heard that she should be getting her Blue rose today! (I hope she does!) I missed you! I hope this is the start of your love life with D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3wcFw0w9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/W9J2xpWV0cc/s1600-h/IMG-3934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3wcFw0w9I/AAAAAAAAAXA/W9J2xpWV0cc/s320/IMG-3934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318171100368389074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3vAwCxndI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8stkkytc9nE/s1600-h/IMG-3935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3vAwCxndI/AAAAAAAAAWg/8stkkytc9nE/s320/IMG-3935.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318169531170004434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Down from the hill, Down to the world go I; Rememb'ring still, How the bright Blue Eagles fly.&lt;br /&gt;Win or lose, it's the school we choose; This is the place where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the happy times, Ateneo. I will definitely miss you lots.&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-2761088612602093627?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2761088612602093627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=2761088612602093627&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2761088612602093627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2761088612602093627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/blue-roast-finals-2009.html' title='Blue Roast Finals 2009'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sc3r-VaBslI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fsLm-FaWZ_8/s72-c/DSC00920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6036591951472754472</id><published>2009-03-18T23:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:02:05.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From this day forward, I will be "the" woman of positive energy. I will look at things pleasantly and will not decide impulsively. I also promise to be calm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warmest thanks to my superbestfriend, Mitch. :) I missed you lots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Okay, I might not actually become the standard of positive vibes but it sounded more optimistic than if I would say "I will try". It sounded more assured and confident. Hehehe! :)&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/1654675403409058134-6036591951472754472?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6036591951472754472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6036591951472754472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6036591951472754472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6036591951472754472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/on-relationships.html' title='On Relationships'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-5517246081068230484</id><published>2009-03-13T14:07:00.029+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T10:47:11.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Fun At Hard Rock Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something really exhilarating happened last night! And I would have to saaaayy woooohoooo!! Fine, I even haven't gotten my voice back since the Eheads concert and I think I'm losing more than half of what's left again. I'm beginning to wonder when I would have my normal voice back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno but I felt like I was in dire need of gimmicks, admittedly I was deprived of it during the past months. I barely saw my old time friends for quite some time and I don't think we'll be going out until April. Sooo, I, my sister and her boyfie went to Glorietta yesterday to hang out and chill out at Hard Rock Cafe before we go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbn-v9KK9nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iYeWXtixylA/s1600-h/DSC00826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbn-v9KK9nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iYeWXtixylA/s320/DSC00826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312557335284741746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo-lImhFPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IDlUZSgFHSM/s1600-h/CIMG7276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo-lImhFPI/AAAAAAAAAUY/IDlUZSgFHSM/s320/CIMG7276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312627518122038514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo-yKm7PpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y5dB5s1XyvM/s1600-h/CIMG7299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo-yKm7PpI/AAAAAAAAAUg/y5dB5s1XyvM/s320/CIMG7299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312627741998923410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo-8y1nKcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ydZPTvLvfao/s1600-h/CIMG7296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo-8y1nKcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ydZPTvLvfao/s320/CIMG7296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312627924596632002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_Gll3JZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mcLF8qEgX2E/s1600-h/CIMG7297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_Gll3JZI/AAAAAAAAAUw/mcLF8qEgX2E/s320/CIMG7297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312628092839601554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpB0R1-sbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HjPG4kMcsfI/s1600-h/CIMG7379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpB0R1-sbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HjPG4kMcsfI/s320/CIMG7379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312631076835733938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpB-23AI0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/esx972Uig1s/s1600-h/CIMG7380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpB-23AI0I/AAAAAAAAAVw/esx972Uig1s/s320/CIMG7380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312631258570826562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who we found?? TEE-HEEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbn_VZLUBBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wz7AAVQpocU/s1600-h/DSC00829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbn_VZLUBBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wz7AAVQpocU/s320/DSC00829.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312557978460881938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_WpeZ9II/AAAAAAAAAU4/O2PpgbGm0X0/s1600-h/CIMG7413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_WpeZ9II/AAAAAAAAAU4/O2PpgbGm0X0/s320/CIMG7413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312628368759977090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_mmFKKVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/87hfP2AmINA/s1600-h/CIMG7382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_mmFKKVI/AAAAAAAAAVA/87hfP2AmINA/s320/CIMG7382.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312628642726685010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpBowxMjkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/algpiYQnYAk/s1600-h/CIMG7383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpBowxMjkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/algpiYQnYAk/s320/CIMG7383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312630878978739778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was a bit close. But this one's closer! Wooohoo hahaha! Fanatic much? Who cares? I think this happens rarely and I should definitely take advantage of it, yes? :D Oh, Ely! Haylabyuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_1tsUMOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cm-MA6c_mhI/s1600-h/CIMG7416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo_1tsUMOI/AAAAAAAAAVI/cm-MA6c_mhI/s320/CIMG7416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312628902468006114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo__qAqiSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BV5NawMtIMs/s1600-h/CIMG7432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbo__qAqiSI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/BV5NawMtIMs/s320/CIMG7432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312629073278306594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met the other members of Pupil too and had a quick chat with their drummer, Wendell. :) Oh, how I remember those days when I used to perform in various bars in the metro too. Alright, maybe not as posh as Hard Rock, but still this is quite reminiscent. Gone are those days. So so gone. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side story: As we were waiting for them to play, Jay, NU 107's DJ tried to make the crowd even livelier by having someone (preferably a fresh grad) to chitchat with. And since we were located near the stage and was very vulnerable to approaches, I kept on stuffing and munching chips and fish and chips and fish and chips (if it was only possible to put them all in my mouth, I tell you, I would have done so!) just so I wouldn't be called (because I would look too busy eating!). But my sister and her boyfie were very kind to me and pointed me even! I was a BIT tipsy soooo.. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpALLQ2HKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GsJMRtrDiQk/s1600-h/CIMG7430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbpALLQ2HKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/GsJMRtrDiQk/s320/CIMG7430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312629271183105186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SboCnlkqenI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ei-sZknbyfQ/s1600-h/DSC00827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SboCnlkqenI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/ei-sZknbyfQ/s320/DSC00827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312561589560965746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jay: Hi! What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Jam&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Hi Jam! What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Will just be graduating soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;Jay: What did you take up?&lt;br /&gt;Me: BS Management&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Do you have any plans yet?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hmm. Sleep and rest for the next 2 months!&lt;br /&gt;Jay: That was a clever plan you have. :) You can actually make that 6 instead. Where did you graduate if you don't mind me asking?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ateneo de Manila&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Alright, we have a smart girl right here. Okay so for my question.. As I was mentioning earlier, NU Rock (blah blah blah blah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Okay so just when he said I'm smart, that's when I didn't hear his question properly, I thought he was asking for their tagline.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: NU Rock 107, home of NU Rock&lt;br /&gt;Jay: No, I meant, frequency. 107 blank blank.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ohh. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Of course I know what frequency means! Of course!!! And so I was about to make a wild guess and say, 107 dot 5! Why in the world do I always stop myself from making wild guesses! I always knew that was 107.5!!! I could have bagged the freebies! BUT INSTEAD I SAID...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: U-oh! SORRRRY!&lt;br /&gt;Jay: Hahaha! That's okay, Jam! Thanks for being so game! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was so cool and funny! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun fun night. Want more of it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, what's next for summer? Bora maybe?? Weee! Excited!&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/1654675403409058134-5517246081068230484?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5517246081068230484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=5517246081068230484&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5517246081068230484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5517246081068230484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/mad-fun-at-hard-rock-cafe.html' title='Mad Fun At Hard Rock Cafe'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sbn-v9KK9nI/AAAAAAAAAT4/iYeWXtixylA/s72-c/DSC00826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-3067028092339193716</id><published>2009-03-08T17:58:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T14:48:21.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eraserheads, The Final Set (I Hope Not!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am really hoping for there to be another set. I am a huge fan of Marcus, Buddy, Raimund and Ely and so, though putting the Sticker Happy piano on fire was a bit dramatic, it saddened me to a huge extent. Was that supposed to signify something? I think so, but I really am hoping not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so yesterday, my friends and I were at MOA early to get some lunch first, stroll around and do some personal stuff while we were waiting for the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOr7EVXzJI/AAAAAAAAASw/HdJPq9Xo2tM/s1600-h/CIMG7148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOr7EVXzJI/AAAAAAAAASw/HdJPq9Xo2tM/s320/CIMG7148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310777416863960210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbO6vdwRzfI/AAAAAAAAATo/NP4PbNjxof8/s1600-h/DSC00794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbO6vdwRzfI/AAAAAAAAATo/NP4PbNjxof8/s320/DSC00794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310793710203686386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOtD7fKXQI/AAAAAAAAATA/dFI8s8MCHeA/s1600-h/CIMG7152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOtD7fKXQI/AAAAAAAAATA/dFI8s8MCHeA/s320/CIMG7152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310778668619554050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Concert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there early! (at around 4:30pm) and as the concert drew nearer, it grew more and more exciting as well! Oh my goodness gracious, these are one of the things that make my heart beat thump thump thump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to my favorite local band in my iPod is one thing, but hearing and watching them live is another. I mean, no one could ever replace Eraserheads! And at some point yesterday, it seriously &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;felt&lt;/span&gt; like they were The Beatles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I just say, I could not believe the number of audience who came for this set! SM MOA must have seriously accumulated a huge sum of wealth because of this event! I hope I was able to get a snap of the people around the vicinity after the concert because they looked like wanting to sleep outside the mall because of the frustration of not getting any way home! My gosh,  even the ordinary buses were all filled (with people who do not even look like they'd get into that kind of vehicle)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was a blast, (as I type this, my throat feels hoarse and it's hard to sing along with the videos that we took last night because anything hardly comes out from my vocal cords) But I  just hope the crowd was livelier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOuvkKKx6I/AAAAAAAAATY/MYKX6SGuh5I/s1600-h/CIMG7206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOuvkKKx6I/AAAAAAAAATY/MYKX6SGuh5I/s320/CIMG7206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310780517783357346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOyvatcIzI/AAAAAAAAATg/xX7yH1fIk5Y/s1600-h/CIMG7204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOyvatcIzI/AAAAAAAAATg/xX7yH1fIk5Y/s320/CIMG7204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310784913293452082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rock on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbO8zMaHOxI/AAAAAAAAATw/MX-hrBFsDuE/s1600-h/CIMG7209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbO8zMaHOxI/AAAAAAAAATw/MX-hrBFsDuE/s320/CIMG7209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310795973290048274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ely finally said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Isang sigaw para kay Francis!" &lt;/span&gt;and the people roared, OMG. I hope Francis M saw how we danced and sang our hearts and lungs out for Superproxy and Kaleidoscope. I am not a fan of rap music, but Francis M appealed to me in no way other rappers in the local music industry ever did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Pao, who is a fan ever since she was in third grade, documented the lineup! Haha! I loveeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Set:&lt;br /&gt;Magasin | Walang Nagbago | Maling Akala | Maskara | Poorman's Grave | Waiting For The Bus | Huwag Mo Nang Itanong | Slo-Mo | Alcohol | Insomnia | Torpedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Set:&lt;br /&gt;Julie Tearjerky | Tikman Ang Langit | Wishing Wells | Fine Time | Pare Ko | Kailan | Back To Me | Trip To Jerusalem | Spoliarium | Overdrive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Set:&lt;br /&gt;Superproxy | Minsan| Alapaap | Kaleidoscope World | Ang Huling El Bimbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encore:&lt;br /&gt;Ligaya | Sembreak | Toyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I seriously think i am in love with Ely. Why are you so much cuter now??? Every single movement of your lips seemed so much different. I like your current built better too, btw. Haha. (This is so not in sync with this entry, but WTH.)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I hope, we could spend more time together, a few hours is better than never... Forever would be fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOuJ1dTTeI/AAAAAAAAATI/uRjkZsaA3MI/s1600-h/CIMG7241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOuJ1dTTeI/AAAAAAAAATI/uRjkZsaA3MI/s320/CIMG7241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310779869591981538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOuZwcQGsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HX25VKHfVGY/s1600-h/CIMG7246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOuZwcQGsI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HX25VKHfVGY/s320/CIMG7246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310780143123307202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay sino kaya yung inspiration sa mga love songs niyo? Ang sarap maging babae bigla eh. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mabuhay ang Noypi! Bogchi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on an Eheads high! Here's a clip of Torpedo, one of the songs that they played last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-35d43e8859a96904" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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Not!)'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbOr7EVXzJI/AAAAAAAAASw/HdJPq9Xo2tM/s72-c/CIMG7148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6511685971364262372</id><published>2009-03-06T17:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:36:32.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of The Best (or worst??) OMG Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, so today, Ate Jus and I should be going to Trinoma to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic, get our nails groomed at Debenhams (in preparation for the Eheads concert, which is tom!!), shop for my graduation dress and buy a gift for a friend and to get a lot of walking and talking. We were all dressed up already when something really terrible happened (let's not even get into that.) It was a complete disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDt83BQo9I/AAAAAAAAASg/rRDIK1k7jS4/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDt83BQo9I/AAAAAAAAASg/rRDIK1k7jS4/s320/DSC00698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310005590486983634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aww sayang ang date. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do with all the free time that's left for me? I tried practicing my makeup skills and think of looks I can create for my graduation day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pics I took out of boredom after I played with my Coastal Scents eye pallete. wink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDtTcoagOI/AAAAAAAAASI/_QEcoH0Y0Rk/s1600-h/DSC00762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDtTcoagOI/AAAAAAAAASI/_QEcoH0Y0Rk/s320/DSC00762.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310004879028814050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDthh_hMBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vAm1U4AlAmE/s1600-h/DSC00764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDthh_hMBI/AAAAAAAAASQ/vAm1U4AlAmE/s320/DSC00764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310005120986066962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDtuNDz76I/AAAAAAAAASY/IdIgd97zjIQ/s1600-h/DSC00756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDtuNDz76I/AAAAAAAAASY/IdIgd97zjIQ/s320/DSC00756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310005338705227682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Francis M, one of my fave artists, passed away today. :( Sad. That was really very abrupt. You may be physically gone but you will forever be remembered.&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-6511685971364262372?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6511685971364262372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6511685971364262372&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6511685971364262372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6511685971364262372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-of-best-or-worst-omg-days.html' title='One Of The Best (or worst??) OMG Days.'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SbDt83BQo9I/AAAAAAAAASg/rRDIK1k7jS4/s72-c/DSC00698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-2909421757112387061</id><published>2009-03-03T21:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T21:56:23.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Retrospect</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One’s mind once stretched by a new idea never returns to its old dimensions. &lt;/span&gt;– Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rested at around 2 a.m. last night and so waking up for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huling Pabaon&lt;/span&gt; was such a burden. Nevertheless, I would have to admit that it was an experience worth remembering. Being just right there at Henry Lee Irwin Theater, listening to what Ateneans would have to say about their stay at the Ateneo, to the staff who made our lives easier than most of us could ever imagine, to the professors who taught us more than just enough about the course and life and love, awakened me to the truth that indeed, I am graduating. I am now becoming an official Atenean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, passing the ACET was just a dream come true. I never really expected it to happen. I remember it clearly; someone even had to tell me that I passed the exam. I didn’t bother joining the long queu for myself. I remember saying, whatever happens I’d know the results too. You see, it was not easy to get into the Ateneo, so I guess you are entitled to feel proud of yourself if you passed the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took three entrance exams, all of which I luckily passed. But there was something in Ateneo that brought me to decide to spend four years of my life in it. The two other, though are very great schools as well, did not shake this decision very much. From that moment on, I found myself always reading through the pages of the Ateneo brochure and the Hau’oli invitation sent to my home. I was excited to go to school and started counting the days left before the first day of Orsem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people think Ateneans are only smart brats and elitists. Somehow, this could be true. I say somehow because there certainly are some Ateneans who are like this. But thinking about it, being an Atenean is not enough a criterion to judge the Atenean’s character. One cannot simply use this alone and say he knows much already about the person. There certainly is more to us than meets the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the soon-to-be Ateneans, I personally think it depends highly on how you choose to better yourself. If you allow yourself to embrace and be immersed in the culture that the university exemplifies, then you will learn and realize that you have a role to accomplish in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as the Ateneo culture is diverse, so are the many people that I met. And I am very happy to say that I was able to know a few with whom I established lasting friendships, which I know will go beyond the realms of college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all its worth, I loved being in the Ateneo. It was more than just the fame and prestige that caught me. Quoting my friend Kath, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“[In Ateneo], expect to be brought to hell and back for not less than a hundred times. It's not all glitz and glamour here. We get stress pimples and eye luggages too. It's difficult to get in but it's more difficult to stay and having a good head on your shoulders is not enough- a tough stamina is also needed. It's not easy and the ride will be crazy but it will be the best four years of your life if you allow it to be.” &lt;/span&gt;I know in my heart that I would not get to learn all the things that I know now if I chose to live the past four years of my life in a different place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, no matter how harsh other people’s words about Ateneo may be, it won’t change the way I look at this school. I guess one would never know how it is if he does not get to spend at least a part of his life in a place that could serve a big influence on establishing his character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dean Ang asked us to never forget how to dream big. Dreaming big does not necessarily mean being ambitious to the extent of losing yourself to attain your dream. It is being able to reach your aspirations as you continuously extend yourselves to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I won’t forget the place that encouraged me to do so every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ad majorem dei gloriam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Song For Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stand on a hill&lt;br /&gt;Between the earth and sky&lt;br /&gt;Now all is still&lt;br /&gt;Where Loyola's colors fly&lt;br /&gt;Our course is run&lt;br /&gt;And the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;Ends Ateneo's day,&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are dry at the last goodbye;&lt;br /&gt;This is the Ateneo way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary for you!&lt;br /&gt;For your white and blue!&lt;br /&gt;We pray you'll keep us, Mary&lt;br /&gt;Constantly true!&lt;br /&gt;We pray you'll keep us, Mary&lt;br /&gt;Faithful to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down from the hill,&lt;br /&gt;Down to the world go I;&lt;br /&gt;Rememb'ring still,&lt;br /&gt;How the bright Blue Eagles fly.&lt;br /&gt;Through joy and tears,&lt;br /&gt;Through the laughing years,&lt;br /&gt;We sing our battle song:&lt;br /&gt;Win or lose,&lt;br /&gt;It's the school we choose;&lt;br /&gt;This is the place where we belong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary for you!&lt;br /&gt;For your white and blue!&lt;br /&gt;We pray you'll keep us, Mary&lt;br /&gt;Constantly true!&lt;br /&gt;We pray you'll keep us, Mary&lt;br /&gt;Faithful to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics taken during the first day of my last semester in the Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sa009fNKg8I/AAAAAAAAASA/Ti2VAlHK1pc/s1600-h/DSC00303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sa009fNKg8I/AAAAAAAAASA/Ti2VAlHK1pc/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308957766693061570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From L-R: Kim, Cel, Jan, Me, Ella&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sa00TDoFjzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fWHq0ERWlZ8/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sa00TDoFjzI/AAAAAAAAAR4/fWHq0ERWlZ8/s320/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308957037735284530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From L-R: Cel, Jan, Me, Miguel&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sa00IokI-LI/AAAAAAAAARw/1xFW2uV4ZoI/s1600-h/DSC00301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sa00IokI-LI/AAAAAAAAARw/1xFW2uV4ZoI/s320/DSC00301.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308956858672281778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From L-R: Chal, Yet, Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They're just some of the few real and happy people I met in Ateneo. :) Love you, guys!&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-2909421757112387061?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2909421757112387061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=2909421757112387061&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2909421757112387061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2909421757112387061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-retrospect.html' title='In Retrospect'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/Sa009fNKg8I/AAAAAAAAASA/Ti2VAlHK1pc/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6094586760580167594</id><published>2009-02-07T00:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:36:25.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You Missing Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I owe this blog a lot. As much as I want to post and speak my mind, time just won't permit. I feel like I let too much relevant emotions and experiences pass without me actually getting the chance to fully contemplate about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my space. I bet when I get back, I'll get back with a full blow. Been thinking 'bout that but I'm not quite sure if it indeed is a good idea. My oh my, much of them were relegated at the back of my head since last last month? That was possible, err?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be back then. Hugs my pixiedust! I'm still confused and I dunno what to do. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-6094586760580167594?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6094586760580167594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6094586760580167594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6094586760580167594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6094586760580167594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-you-missing-myself.html' title='Missing You Missing Myself'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4536181617697485722</id><published>2008-12-22T12:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:46:58.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Stumbling, and FALLING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3.56am&lt;br /&gt;A bit too early for a little mishap. And I said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Start your day with a smile.&lt;/span&gt; :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened yet again. I was rushing to the choir loft because I didn't wanna miss the first song so I was running from where the car was parked up to the church, when suddenly, (I really don't know what happened here), nadapa na naman ako. Bakit ba ang lampa ko? Seriously. ??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It left me with neat, symmetrical bruises on both legs. And oh, a few scratches on the knees. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 DAYS TO GO.&lt;/span&gt; I shall start making friends with these little imps!&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/1654675403409058134-4536181617697485722?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4536181617697485722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4536181617697485722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4536181617697485722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4536181617697485722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-stumbling-and-falling.html' title='On Stumbling, and FALLING!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-7331827539539674225</id><published>2008-12-19T20:31:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:42:58.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Warmth In The Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUubS9s5o7I/AAAAAAAAARA/Z_fbtsnRQrA/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUubS9s5o7I/AAAAAAAAARA/Z_fbtsnRQrA/s320/DSC00438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281485738124878770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUuVlayPGkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V7n-Mh2pgW4/s1600-h/DSC00442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUuVlayPGkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/V7n-Mh2pgW4/s320/DSC00442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281479458099763778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went out with Te Me, Pao and Pamei - some of the few real people I know. ;) It was pure bliss. I missed those laughs I get when I'm with people I love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUuVLueIbSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oTH1L6Rp0No/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUuVLueIbSI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oTH1L6Rp0No/s320/DSC00441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281479016707550498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had dinner at Heaven n Eggs after hours of walking. Haaay, couches are super heroes! Reaaally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUuWw7ctfII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9lJLX6USQxQ/s1600-h/DSC00434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUuWw7ctfII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/9lJLX6USQxQ/s320/DSC00434.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281480755358039170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been kinda philosophizing on Christmas 'coz I can hardly feel it (even in the midst of Simbang Gabi and the uber cold atmosphere, which btw leaves my hands and soles really chilly, all the time!!!) but this particular date with M, P, and P was the first to make me feel the holiday spirit. Aaaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 DAYS TO GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys! Hugs! &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-7331827539539674225?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7331827539539674225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=7331827539539674225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7331827539539674225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7331827539539674225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/warmth-in-cool.html' title='Warmth In The Cool'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SUubS9s5o7I/AAAAAAAAARA/Z_fbtsnRQrA/s72-c/DSC00438.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4081336727198466580</id><published>2008-11-28T22:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:30:32.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Test, It Is!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is the most accurate personality test I've ever answered! Try it and I think you'll be amazed! Check out http://ipersonic.com ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Determined Realist. I so agree. Nakakatawa coz habang binabasa ko, natatawa din yung iba because ako nga raw ito. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Determined Realists&lt;/strong&gt; like to bear responsibility and welcome challenges. They are stable, reliable persons. External contacts are very important to them; they mix well and are very active. They are excellent organisers and are very happy when things are done correctly and punctually; they can quickly react impatiently if others are not as conscientious, orderly and dutiful as they are. They prefer structured work which produces visible results quickly to abstract, long-drawn-out processes. Determined Realists have no problem with routine as long as it serves efficiency. However, they very much dislike unexpected and unpredictable occurrences which mess up their careful plans. Once they have committed themselves to a cause they do this with dedication and are willing to make considerable sacrifices for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Determined Realists do not avoid conflicts and criticism but face up to them and look for solutions. As they have a keen eye for the errors and shortcomings of others and are often quick at expressing criticism, they sometimes rub people up the wrong way especially when they lose their temper and jump to conclusions. Due to their marked sense of justice they are quickly willing to correct themselves and never take offence if someone speaks to them frankly. You do not have to seek hidden motives with them; you always know where you are. Determined Realists are often found in executive positions as they combine commitment, competence and the ability to assert themselves. In their spare time, they often also accept responsibility in clubs and other institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditions rate highly with Determined Realists. They attend every family event and never forget a birthday or wedding anniversary. Family and friends are very important to them. With their open, communicative manner, they find it easy to get to know people and have a large circle of friends and acquaintances. They are never superficial, but reliable and loyal friends who are always there when they are needed. Determined Realists take their relationships very seriously - they dream of finding a partner for life. In a love relationship, they seek above all stability and loyalty and here, too, they are willing to invest a lot in a harmonious togetherness. Determined Realists master crises or difficult phases with composure; they would never think of breaking a promise given. As a partner, one can always rely on their support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adjectives which describe your type&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;extroverted, practical, logical, planning, direct, structured, conscientious, responsible-minded, self-confident, critical, honest, orderly, reliable, controlled, objective, able to concentrate, resolved, purposeful, communicative, with a sense of duty, tradition-conscious, stable, able to deal with conflicts, solution-oriented, relationship-oriented, efficient, impatient, warm-hearted, competition-oriented&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/1654675403409058134-4081336727198466580?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4081336727198466580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4081336727198466580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4081336727198466580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4081336727198466580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/personality-test-it-is.html' title='Personality Test, It Is!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-7606858719906171807</id><published>2008-11-20T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:40:33.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda wishing it would take more than 24 hours to make a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausted but fulfilled. I think I need more inspiration. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-7606858719906171807?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7606858719906171807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=7606858719906171807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7606858719906171807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7606858719906171807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-3446469908307386357</id><published>2008-11-15T16:56:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T17:52:10.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Is Bliss!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If there's one thing that I miss doing the most these days, it would be shopping with Jujus. We used to do that very very often during our highschool days - when time was not yet so crucial, and when social network was limited to our respective barkadas and to the two of us (hehe exagge!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I miss going out with my oh-s0-opposite-but-still-most-loved sister in the world.  When I don't have her around, I just go shopping with myself because I don't want the feeling of having someone to wait for me while I rummage through multiple pieces of lovely clothing (that may  all look just the same for one when I would like to push that they are not! hehe!) either because I feel rushed or because I feel like a time-waster to another person. Yes, I go shopping with some close friends too but we always end up parting ways and meeting up after a couple of hours haha! So, no diff if you come to think about it. With Jujus, I don't feel these things. Either because I'm that comfortable around her or makapal lang talaga ako to waste her time. Hehehe! I'm leaning towards the first 'coz I believe that she feels just the same with me. And if you ask me if I mind, I'll say, "Of course not! ;)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just recently we went out to get some supposedly important stuff for ourselves but unintentionally ended up with some not-so-necessary shopping leaving our pockets more burnt than they already were. Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6UTdXkaEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z81mt6P1DLM/s1600-h/DSC00300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6UTdXkaEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z81mt6P1DLM/s320/DSC00300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268811676091967554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we may have a loooot of differences but our love for shopping (and a few more deep abstract reasons) bridge all these gap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's fun being a girl. But it's a blast being a sister to a cool one. :) Love you, Jujus!&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/1654675403409058134-3446469908307386357?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3446469908307386357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=3446469908307386357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3446469908307386357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3446469908307386357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/two-is-bliss.html' title='Two Is Bliss!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6UTdXkaEI/AAAAAAAAAQg/Z81mt6P1DLM/s72-c/DSC00300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4036428638321609390</id><published>2008-11-15T16:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T16:49:32.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Sunday With The Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rarely get rest these days. But I will always choose a day with the kids (and maybe lose myself a little bit when I'm with them) over a sweet, long nap. :) Nothing is more rewarding than seeing them smile their hearts out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with the kiddos during one Sunday of my sembreak. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6KVx85w-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GnaUFoqL4FM/s1600-h/DSC00196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6KVx85w-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GnaUFoqL4FM/s320/DSC00196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268800720860726242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6MIsbq0wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZKQ4ebbgKZ8/s1600-h/DSC00192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6MIsbq0wI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ZKQ4ebbgKZ8/s320/DSC00192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268802695064113922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation for halloween! Hehe cute pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LgVSdYtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/L9ukTAQdnNk/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LgVSdYtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/L9ukTAQdnNk/s320/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268802001656701650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LOrEYn1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bpa00B0zCyU/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LOrEYn1I/AAAAAAAAAQA/Bpa00B0zCyU/s320/DSC00188.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268801698265603922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LAROe4uI/AAAAAAAAAP4/t6Ze48UOLWc/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LAROe4uI/AAAAAAAAAP4/t6Ze48UOLWc/s320/DSC00183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268801450810467042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At siyempre, hindi talaga papatalo. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LtiqQJcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XjyAmDSblo4/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6LtiqQJcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/XjyAmDSblo4/s320/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268802228584457666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh, how I miss my sembreak! But above all, how I miss my babies! :x&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-4036428638321609390?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4036428638321609390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4036428638321609390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4036428638321609390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4036428638321609390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-sunday-with-kids.html' title='One Sunday With The Kids'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SR6KVx85w-I/AAAAAAAAAPw/GnaUFoqL4FM/s72-c/DSC00196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-1608492027362418643</id><published>2008-11-04T11:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:31:34.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Pain, No Gain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday truly hurt. It made me cry. It hindered me from being my usual self. But yea, I'm sticking to this mantra, for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Pain, No Gain, make me stronger please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-1608492027362418643?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1608492027362418643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=1608492027362418643&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1608492027362418643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1608492027362418643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-pain-no-gain.html' title='No Pain, No Gain'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4986164727092173798</id><published>2008-10-31T20:40:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:59:35.428+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st, Lil Mon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SQr_gu366RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rBL4giyJdnA/s1600-h/DSC00082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SQr_gu366RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rBL4giyJdnA/s320/DSC00082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263300052339321106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SQr--yvMVZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PHhI3EzJ_Sw/s1600-h/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SQr--yvMVZI/AAAAAAAAAPg/PHhI3EzJ_Sw/s320/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263299469260903826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy Birthday! Thanks for being great to me and for still being intact! :) Your infectious power always proves itself and helps me find what's lost even if I already slept over it. For all the teeny components, thanks for holding tight in the sheets of kuya's bed and showing yourself to Manang the day after. :) Lalalalove you! More years to come. :) Mwaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, thanks again to my most generous aunt for this wonderful gift! :) Mwaaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-4986164727092173798?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4986164727092173798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4986164727092173798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4986164727092173798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4986164727092173798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-1st-lil-mon.html' title='Happy 1st, Lil Mon!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SQr_gu366RI/AAAAAAAAAPo/rBL4giyJdnA/s72-c/DSC00082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4278506993827015196</id><published>2008-10-22T12:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T12:50:20.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Haircut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SP6ugtGyxSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Li_XHE4utCU/s1600-h/DSC00144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SP6ugtGyxSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Li_XHE4utCU/s320/DSC00144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259833291702453538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SP6uRn_Vx2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sQ9CS4YCNdk/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SP6uRn_Vx2I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/sQ9CS4YCNdk/s320/DSC00143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259833032630978402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What suits me better? Long or short hair? ;)&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/1654675403409058134-4278506993827015196?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4278506993827015196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4278506993827015196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4278506993827015196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4278506993827015196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-haircut.html' title='New Haircut'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SP6ugtGyxSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Li_XHE4utCU/s72-c/DSC00144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-3573800107451339832</id><published>2008-10-03T23:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:23:55.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Twenty. Veinte. Twintig. Zwanzig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me screeaam "Waaah! I'm old!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT! But! But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not make this day less special. Thanks to everyone who remembered! As in I am so touched to hear your birthday greetings. You know who you guys are. :) My heart is just bursting with so much love! And I so so love you all as well! Thank you God for blessing me and loving me so much that you actually made me know these people! &lt;3  I have so much more to be thankful for and the space is not enough. Just, thank you God for everything. You definitely know what's in my heart before I can even say it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I will spend this day answering my theo thesis statements but how much fun is that?? Huh?! (Sorry God, I know that you know you are way more heavenly than acads.) Soooo now, I am absolutely not minding the consequences of going against my  (supposedly) strict schedule. I still have a lot more hours to spend for theo if I'd be willing to but  I just want my birthday to be just as relaxing as I wished it to be. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's to more twenty-years to come! :) And here's to more hugs and kisses to go along with it!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-3573800107451339832?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3573800107451339832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=3573800107451339832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3573800107451339832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3573800107451339832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/10/20.html' title='20.'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6533025667370669117</id><published>2008-09-11T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:27:34.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is Not Just Your Ordinary Kilig Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought commuting could give this much pleasure. No amount of rain, smirky faces from a gay man, freecut announcements just when I got to Bel (leaving no more classes for me today) could take this smile off my hippie happy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, ____, for making my day. &lt;3  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone reads this and FROWNS, haha! sorry, but I won't apologize for writing this malandi post. hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-6533025667370669117?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6533025667370669117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6533025667370669117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6533025667370669117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6533025667370669117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-is-not-just-your-ordinary-kilig.html' title='This Is Not Just Your Ordinary Kilig Moment'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8286844794105342411</id><published>2008-09-11T09:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:08:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I missed you my pixiedust. I've been meaning to write in here for quite some time already but there are just some things that keep me from getting my hands on the keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will just be a quick note, though. I just dropped by to leave a quote that is nice to live by, so I am sharing with the few who visit this blog as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is never about the people who act true to your face. It is always about the people who remain true behind your back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me miss my friends even more. Will see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADVANCED HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PRECIOUS RELLIN. :)&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/1654675403409058134-8286844794105342411?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8286844794105342411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8286844794105342411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8286844794105342411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8286844794105342411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8070482254086442983</id><published>2008-08-25T14:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:38:25.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BS Management - Block P3 '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SLJYJqucnVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VaGHY32uAGo/s1600-h/P3+Beauty+and+the+Geek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SLJYJqucnVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VaGHY32uAGo/s320/P3+Beauty+and+the+Geek.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238346239696477522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this was one of the things that kept me busy last Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and The Geek, but as you can see, we are the Geeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BS Management Block P3 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Block Write Up From Cheska (a.k.a. The Writer's Cut hehehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a social experiment, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different stereotypes and diverse personalites, once put together in the confines of college, are bound to conflict. Well, us? We just sort of clicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably it’s in how we all agreed to hold a prom during Christmas. Or to play dodgeball like we’re still in kindergarten. Or maybe, it’s in settling to have a photoshoot along the streets of Ortigas in suits and gowns. Then again, there’s our decision that ponds are a perfectly good place to have a bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re probably one of the many you’ve seen in SOM Mall, gossiping away. But when you’re eyes are caught by something bright and tight, it’s most likely a P3 boy in his newly tailored skinny jeans. Beside them, ranting away, are the P3 girls, perfectly comfortable in slippers and shorts even if there’s a Management class 30 minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here’s to the past four years and to the future as bright as one of our boys’ skinny jeans. May our men still fit in them and may our women never forget, that in the midst of the heel-clacking corporate world, there’s still the comfort of the slippers that once got you sent out of class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Picture above taken by Bea, edited by Miggz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-8070482254086442983?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8070482254086442983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8070482254086442983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8070482254086442983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8070482254086442983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/bs-management-block-p3-09.html' title='BS Management - Block P3 &apos;09'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SLJYJqucnVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/VaGHY32uAGo/s72-c/P3+Beauty+and+the+Geek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6810622712516265113</id><published>2008-08-20T23:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:23:56.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Three In A Row, That's How They Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I am dead tired and exhausted, I haven't had the luxury of time to grab enough sleep, at this point in time I'm awake for 18 hours straight, but I feel like straightening my thoughts out once and for all before I can peacefully sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I woke up so early this morning was because of the fact that this day was supposedly my graduation photoshoot day and I had to have my hair fixed. I was kind of chasing time because my mind was not where it should have been. It honestly felt like a day of multi-tasking. Plus it was raining so hard, the thunder was so cranky that I actually felt a bit scared of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was thinking, what to do, what to do? For one, I have had to blowdry my hair, I looked for the blower, was hasting, plugged it in one socket, and then boom, it wouldn't want to work. So I guess it suggested something, I plugged it in the wrong socket, oh boy was i dumb! Nakasira pa ako ng blower!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thought that came to mind, "oh my god! three in a row, three in a row, three in a row. LEAVE ME ALONE. I WOULD NEVER WANT FOR YOU TO VISIT ME TODAY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to school, the traffic was so heavy, good thing the cab driver knew another way to get to school. Got to school, chitchatted with some friends, went to class, then right after my first class, i received a message... "Jam, tuloy ba ang grad photoshoot kung suspended ang classes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing I knew, my heart was pounding so hard thinking the bad luck of actually having gone all the way to school with all the props and costume only to find out that I'll be heading home an hour after I arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do? Accept fate as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home. Opened Lil Mon to do loads of stuff, tried finding the printer ink because I needed to print important stuff, but its gone! So where was it? Tried looking for it in the trashcan, none. Just had my hands dirty. Called my sister, then she said, "Oh no! Nabenta ko, I thought it was an empty cartridge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my mouth was dropped wide open. True enough, they say when it comes, it does three times in a row. Actually for this day, it wasn't just three, but this is just enough to still keep me sane already, okay? I just don't want to think of anything more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I bought that ink for 900 bucks at Octagon!!! (Don't buy there!) Taga, man! 700 lang yun sa PC HUB (Which happened to be out of stock)! Ang swerte naman ng napagbentahan ng cartridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOZE OFF.&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/1654675403409058134-6810622712516265113?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6810622712516265113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6810622712516265113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6810622712516265113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6810622712516265113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/coz-they-say-it-always-comes-three-in.html' title='Three In A Row, That&apos;s How They Roll'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-3677431062919034248</id><published>2008-08-16T20:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:07:06.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Put A Smile On My Face</title><content type='html'>Certainly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being part of my day. Now I can sleep. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-3677431062919034248?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3677431062919034248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=3677431062919034248&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3677431062919034248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3677431062919034248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-put-smile-on-my-face.html' title='You Put A Smile On My Face'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6466954474063085967</id><published>2008-08-09T20:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T20:50:49.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know what to blog about. I really don't. But I just feel like blogging at this very moment. There are so many things that need to be done, in fact, I feel like time's not even enough. I just feel bloated. Dunno if I just ate too much for dinner? Oh no, this seems non-sense. But how come, I'm hoping that for every word written, I'd feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I want something but not sure if I want it right now. Is it even there to have? I think I hope it's there. Yes, I'd love to know it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna read for PolSci right now, that is what's certain.&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/1654675403409058134-6466954474063085967?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6466954474063085967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6466954474063085967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6466954474063085967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6466954474063085967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-am-i.html' title='Where Am I?'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-1192596443180034015</id><published>2008-07-27T00:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T19:27:30.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Song For Someone's Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never thought writing a love song for someone whom I do not even love will feel this heart-breaking. I had to extract all emotions not fit for the current position that I am in. So you know, I had to reminisce and it doesn't help at all. This felt like a project I had to accomplish before tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know girl, if you're not special to me, I won't do this. But you betta exercise putting your thoughts down into words ASAP 'coz I don't think I am gonna do this again. =/ I would have to tell you that the whole process made butterflies grow inside my chest and stomache at the same time, and they don't even leave yet right (right right right) now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, this is a CONGRATULATIONS-TO-ME Day! I did something really important and something really special to me. Yay! :D It feels great to be happy!&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-1192596443180034015?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1192596443180034015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=1192596443180034015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1192596443180034015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1192596443180034015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-song-for-someones-someone.html' title='A Love Song For Someone&apos;s Someone'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-5370394710629238048</id><published>2008-07-20T21:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:09:18.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Turn My World Upside Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are things that aren't meant to be divulged for the mere act of blurting them out sometimes results in making them turn the other way around. And when they do, we wouldn't always like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the feeling when you just can't contain something and you're really meaning to say it but you just have to hold it? Arrgh. It's just too hard to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm near hyperventilating. I need air and a hug at the same time.&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/1654675403409058134-5370394710629238048?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5370394710629238048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=5370394710629238048&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5370394710629238048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5370394710629238048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-turn-my-world-upside-down.html' title='You Turn My World Upside Down'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4027404413311106687</id><published>2008-07-20T00:07:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:18:16.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dear Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Thanks to Chally for the pictures. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIW4DWN5RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0k1HJW6M9bQ/s1600-h/P7180644.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIUuq4mb6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/k1rezvaSuRc/s1600-h/P7180572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIUuq4mb6I/AAAAAAAAAKM/k1rezvaSuRc/s320/P7180572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224761309721423778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carl and Stella on their 3rd year of being in love. :) Talk about real Tsinoy love. Sweeet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a fun night and I must say, it's time well spent! I was actually thinking of going online and blog when I got home from the party but I was just way too tired and sleepy. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIUTHpniUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KF0KXu4G9GM/s1600-h/P7180595.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy birthday to Carl and Stella, more years to come for you, and you both. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIITnUaYiMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1dQma7mBtS0/s320/P7180555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224760083918391490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks for the giant pizza, it sure did fill our empty stomachs. :) teehee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIITgdS84TI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/LWHAYK_cblE/s320/P7180537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224759966044053810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Picture muna while waiting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIUTHpniUI/AAAAAAAAAKE/KF0KXu4G9GM/s320/P7180595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224760836406872386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Off we went to Cantina. This is it, Yet! Haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIVU0eY8cI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6pGe8eIz-7s/s320/P7180599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224761965130871234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wild and Tamed version of me while holding San Mig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I kind of seemed too hungry for it. In reality, I wasn't. I enjoyed the Weng weng better. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIV_1CC3TI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uwaGfqex7iI/s320/P7180649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224762704014794034" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grabe! Nag-wild yung mga tao sa "I've Never"! Put that little finger down!!! HAHAHA! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIWbk5B7WI/AAAAAAAAAKs/jYFQ_oD8LIw/s320/P7180648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224763180718353762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chally, Miggz and Cheska with Sir Guerra, our cool Finance prof! :) Thanks Sir for partying with us! Hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SIIW4DWN5RI/AAAAAAAAAK0/0k1HJW6M9bQ/s320/P7180644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224763669930173714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: justify; display: block; cursor: pointer;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We were the few that's sober. Sorry, we rarely get drunk. :) Or maybe we don't at all. 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For some reason, I was able to talk to my best girl friends in this whole wide world. I miss them badly you know. Yes, we don't talk as much as we did when we were in high school but I am genuinely happy for knowing the simple fact that no matter what we do, no matter how long we don't see each other or we don't hear from each other, the bond still remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boys too, but this is not the time of the year yet. Maybe this coming sembreak, I'll see all of them. I got news about one of them though, and I am happy for him. Haha. His parents got him a brand new BMW topdown (for the sole reason that he's been studying daw! But aren't we really supposed to study, huh? huh?!) If I could remember right, his "supposedly old" car is relatively new at that! Haaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottomline, I am dying to see them again. Times like these. Big sigh. Smooches and hugs for you guys muna now. I'll see you soooon.&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/1654675403409058134-4831865377278049743?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4831865377278049743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4831865377278049743&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4831865377278049743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4831865377278049743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-girls-my-boys.html' title='My Girls, My Boys'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-5108687997932079256</id><published>2008-07-15T21:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T21:38:06.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Is Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SHygFobH7fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-BXANySBRIA/s1600-h/tttw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SHygFobH7fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-BXANySBRIA/s320/tttw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223225686453906930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I know about time travelling, but I never realized how real it could be until I finished this book. I have been meaning to read this since summer but I only had my grip on it just a few weeks ago. Dear God, Audrey Niffenegger is awesome. What more can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just your ordinary love story, it is so genuine you wouldn't even think it's within reach. One moment you are tensed, wary that Henry might just disappear and the next, you're drenched with tears. Admittedly, I was carried away by it, I felt like I was Clare and Henry at the same time. I felt as if I was part of the story. I hoped for their joy. I hoped for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Had we but world enough and time. ... I want you, here and now. Here and now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summary of Henry's love for Clare was summarized in a letter which was supposed to be read by Clare after his death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Clare, I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you. ... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... When I was young, I didn't understand, but now I know, how absence can be present, like a damaged nerve, like a dark bird."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"... I love you always. Time is nothing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time is nothing.&lt;/span&gt; Clare is strong, for always waiting for him. They say all people have a cross to bear, but in this book, you'll see Henry's is matchless. And when you place your heart into the story, when you truly immerse yourself in it, you'll be amazed and inspired by how love manages to make everything seem to be a lot more easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time well spent. I'll definitely wait for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers, to love and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1654675403409058134-5108687997932079256?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5108687997932079256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=5108687997932079256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5108687997932079256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5108687997932079256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-is-nothing.html' title='Time Is Nothing'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SHygFobH7fI/AAAAAAAAAJs/-BXANySBRIA/s72-c/tttw.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-3199415975043041071</id><published>2008-07-12T00:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T01:02:59.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Euro Films Class Is Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Senior Year's First Sem classes seem to be not so interesting for me. Thank God for the free elective, I at least got to choose a class I really want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Euro Films it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every week, I am looking forward to Friday, not only because of the fact that that's the last day of schoolweek but because that is the day where I get to enjoy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a &lt;/span&gt;subject. True enough, you've gotta save the best for last. My cool-school-Friday starts at 1030am with Philo.  ( I was expecting this class to be fun actually, but no. I didn't get Sir Roy to be my prof because of my high, (not to mention, very very very high) random number. Lucky first batchers! Anyway, it ends with a 3-hour class that starts at 130pm with Euro Films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one, I find it amazing to be in my old parish priest's (Father Nick Cruz) class. I was about 5 when he still preaches in our village. It's quite cool to see him teach. He's cute and funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we watched a French Film entitled The Choir and admittedly, I cried again. Hehehe! It was my second time to cry in Euro Films class. I actualy tried my best to eliminate the weeping sound because I don't want my classmates to know how much of an emo I am when to think that the movie isn't even a tearjerker. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's how I am, baka masakit lang mata ko nun. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-3199415975043041071?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3199415975043041071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=3199415975043041071&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3199415975043041071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3199415975043041071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/07/euro-film-is-love.html' title='Euro Films Class Is Love'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8754175448137399994</id><published>2008-06-25T17:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:38:57.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Seeing Dripping Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I got off from class at 1:30 this afternoon. I was in a hurry to go home coz I have loads of stuff to do, mom's errands, personal duties. I rode an FX in Tandang Sora after five minutes of waiting under the ever-reliable gray umbrella that shed me from the scorching heat of the sun. As usual, my mind flew and thought things 'til I get to my next stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of nowhere, the Sulpicio disaster crossed my mind. I remembered seeing this lady in wild hysterics on TV who hasn't found her sister days after the ship had sunk and simultaneously remembered how I felt. I think I felt nothing. I dunno. And then I said to myself, maybe life's like that. Life goes on no matter how hard it has become for others. Then I sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So went back to texting. Thought about my own life. Tried ironing out some of my impulsive plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so near my destination until one lady from my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asks the driver to pull-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passenger: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Manong, pwede po dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo, sige. Dahan dahan ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for a second I thought, yea good. Coz I was seated at the rightmost part of the vehicle. No more hassles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Split second, I found myself seeing a man terribly lying down the road. He got up trying to get his motorcycle, with  his right ear dripping with blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my God! Shit!" That was all I had to say, at first. Having seen the driver hesitant to get his ass off his smelly FX, I felt like I wanted to slap him hard. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Dalhin na sa hospital!!,"&lt;/span&gt; I then insisted. My heart was jumping really hard as if I knew the man involved. If you still can't imagine how extreme the impact was, imagine this. The door couldn't be closed. No more. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lumipad yung mama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That incident struck me hard that I said to myself, "I felt it." As if a part of me blames myself for also wanting the lady passenger to get off through the wrong door. As if he was a family member. As if I wanted to shout at the lady for being such an idiot! As if I wanted to blame the driver for allowing the passenger to get off through that stupid door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only took a split second. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;A split second&lt;/span&gt;, that was all it was.&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/1654675403409058134-8754175448137399994?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8754175448137399994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8754175448137399994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8754175448137399994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8754175448137399994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/06/on-seeing-dripping-blood.html' title='On Seeing Dripping Blood'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4330008042518788803</id><published>2008-06-20T17:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:01:51.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, She's A Beagle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I feel really overwhelmed about having Phoebe, I can't help but share funny stories about her to my friends. And they ask, what's her breed? And I usually replied with "with all honesty, I don't know." Hehe! Not until a while ago. I was seraching for a layout for one of my sites when I stumbled upon this cutesy one with a pup that look just like Phoebe, with the layout name: Beagle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my dad for him to see the picture, and he said, "Serious? Hindi ba si Phoebe yan?" Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, Phoebe, you're a Beagle indeed. :)&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/1654675403409058134-4330008042518788803?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4330008042518788803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4330008042518788803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4330008042518788803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4330008042518788803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-shes-beagle.html' title='So, She&apos;s A Beagle'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-586222208705202205</id><published>2008-06-11T18:23:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:03:12.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe.</title><content type='html'>This is all about you, baby. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNKhKSWi1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Kb6NkOmsqgQ/s1600-h/01042006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNKhKSWi1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Kb6NkOmsqgQ/s320/01042006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211591127355263826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God, before I finally had Phoebe, my dad kept throwing "Pre-Pet-Test-Questions" at me as if there's no tomorrow. Examples of which would be: a. Are you willing to bathe her everyday? b. Are you willing to clean her poo/pee? c. Are you willing to feed her? d. Are you willing to take responsibility of her actions? And the list went on. We even got into fights because of this little angel. But it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNK0vfREQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iPoM2VECuCY/s1600-h/01042006%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNK0vfREQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/iPoM2VECuCY/s320/01042006%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211591463759057154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping Phoebe. zzzZzZZzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNLepgdibI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AX_jTy2UPIU/s1600-h/01032006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNLepgdibI/AAAAAAAAAJk/AX_jTy2UPIU/s320/01032006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211592183707961778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sleeping in the laundry. Nakataas pa yung ears. Haha! Ang haba na ng hair, papagroom na kitaaa! How dirty can your paws get, huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNLGZTke7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TWQKSthqvHo/s1600-h/01042006%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNLGZTke7I/AAAAAAAAAJc/TWQKSthqvHo/s320/01042006%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211591767042063282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Really have to watch her eat because she might switch foods with Kiara, our pet kitten. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Phoebe simply relieves me from stress. Haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really what you'd call an animal lover but with Phoebe, I realized, (quoting Patty Laurel) it was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-586222208705202205?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/586222208705202205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=586222208705202205&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/586222208705202205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/586222208705202205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/06/phoebe-phoebe-phoebe.html' title='Phoebe, Phoebe, Phoebe.'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SFNKhKSWi1I/AAAAAAAAAJM/Kb6NkOmsqgQ/s72-c/01042006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-7524075710726325234</id><published>2008-06-01T17:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T17:30:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, But Yep! Still Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been really busy lately but a lot of stuff are still yet to be done. I do have my hands full right now  but I'm happy,  just exhausted at times.  Andaming foregone opportunities to write here and I am medyo regretful because those were the times na I felt intensely happy or sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recent happenings, I had my hair cut and colored again, yipeeee! I met a new stylist, a real fun dude, (dingga)!, I am meeting new friends because of my Orsem family, I am busy with RecWeek, (good Lord please let this end), I am preparing myself emotionally for my last year in college, I am gonna have a puppy (which Cielo kept naming Jamie and I kept telling her I already decided a name for her which is Phoebe, ((Cielo agreed with me kanina lang!)) I am gonne get her next week) and I have an online shop, &lt;a href="http://mineralskintreats.multiply.com/"&gt;Mineral Skin Treats&lt;/a&gt; where I am selling all-natural cosmetics you'll surely love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, my pixiedust. I'll post pictures here soon. Hello JUNE 2008! Be great to me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-7524075710726325234?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7524075710726325234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=7524075710726325234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7524075710726325234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7524075710726325234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-long-but-yep-still-here.html' title='So Long, But Yep! Still Here!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-5043446703061940666</id><published>2008-05-14T11:48:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T12:32:08.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I Love Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met with my cousins last Sunday and had few glasses of drinks in Eastwood. Kind of a last hurrah before Miko leaves for Zamboanga again. It was my first time to see Miko after 18 years 'coz my family doesn't really go to Zamboanga for vacations. Secret: My mom's scared of the place. But that's where my dad grew up! Hehe! Haven't gotten the pics from Ness yet so to follow nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is really dedicated to my gorgeous niece and nephew, Cielo and Matthew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpiMFzXncI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V0NtjNPdk-A/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpiMFzXncI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V0NtjNPdk-A/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200076679608245698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm very malambing to kids and I love playing with them even if I look really stupid. Like last Sunday, Cielo and I were playing the famed "Chase meeee!!!" game and we were squeaking like crazy and then I realized, "wala tayo sa bahay". Hello?! She was forcing me pa nga to play Hide and Seek! Beat that! Pinigilan ko lang siya. Hahaha! But it was okay, I missed Cielo terribly.  I love this pretty kid so much, we can actually speak on the phone for hours. I love her wits and humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were strolling in Eastwood, we saw this booth offering personalized gift items through caricatures and then I told Cielo, "Do you want one? I'll put your face on the picture and then I'll place it there. (pointing to where the Fazoli's sign is)" then she said, "You know what Tita Jam, if you do that, I will never ever go here again 'coz its so nakakahiya!" Malanding bata. Hihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really funny how I can be the old one and at the same time the one who gets scared of her threats. She was playing with the water at the sidewalk when I told her to be careful because she might slip and when she slips, I'll laugh, (then I demonstrated the laugh) like that. She stared at me blankly and said, "Hey tita Jam, if I slip and then you laugh, I won't talk to you anymore." Hahaha! Naku, is this like a training before I transfer the crown? Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one time, we were on the phone and then she screamed like a teenager and said, "Oh my god, it's Hana Kimi na!" and then asked, "Do you watch it Tita Jam?" I said "No, sige nga, go convince me, why should I watch it?" She said, "Because it's cool, Joey really is a girl, but she cut her hair so that she could go to (the guy's, forgot the name she said) the guy's school. And its nakakakilig." Hahaha! Ok, convinced. She has lots of stories to tell and I always feel like I miss her. I always want to go there and she always pushes me to but it's just so far away!!! Grrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, because I'm a very proud tita, I'll share with you the pictures of their pictorials. Mas vain pa sakin diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCplo1zXndI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JV54KLRnvnI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCplo1zXndI/AAAAAAAAAH8/JV54KLRnvnI/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200080472064368082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My strawberry shortcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpl1FzXneI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dH_Df9zOjFw/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpl1FzXneI/AAAAAAAAAIE/dH_Df9zOjFw/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200080682517765602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpp6VzXnlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gJC67cxmfSE/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpp6VzXnlI/AAAAAAAAAI8/gJC67cxmfSE/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200085170758590034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpmVFzXnfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CUIxyr47vw8/s1600-h/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpmVFzXnfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/CUIxyr47vw8/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200081232273579506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew aka Zanjo in Bora! Bring it on hunkie! Smooochies mwamwamwamwamwaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpmklzXngI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UANswIJxMGI/s1600-h/138454991l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpmklzXngI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UANswIJxMGI/s320/138454991l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200081498561551874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm a frustrated model (shy flirty laugh! nyeee!!!) so I'm very happy that these little angels are frequently having a spot in the mag, Smart Parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cielo with mom, yes ate Kate at last may exposure din haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpnRlzXniI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RD5CGEav0bg/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpnRlzXniI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RD5CGEav0bg/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200082271655665186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew with mom Kate, but this time minimum exposure for my cuz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpnglzXnjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xz0NbzRsiO4/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpnglzXnjI/AAAAAAAAAIs/xz0NbzRsiO4/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200082529353702962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spot the cutest! Say Cielo, say Cielo!!! Of course it's Cielo! Right? Right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpn8FzXnkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HufltGCnc7c/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpn8FzXnkI/AAAAAAAAAI0/HufltGCnc7c/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200083001800105538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realization: Parang dati lang kami yung ganito kaliit. Oh my God. Matanda na ako. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-5043446703061940666?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5043446703061940666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=5043446703061940666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5043446703061940666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5043446703061940666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/because-i-love-kids.html' title='Because I Love Kids'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCpiMFzXncI/AAAAAAAAAH0/V0NtjNPdk-A/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-2817053639826749061</id><published>2008-05-05T16:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:45:24.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SB7Ma1dc9_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uzFIfx1j794/s1600-h/heartbreak-kid-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SB7Ma1dc9_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uzFIfx1j794/s320/heartbreak-kid-poster-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196815781431408626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A feel-good movie, at last! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reached "that" scene, I remembered my friend who always acts as a kuya to me when he said, "No Jam, 'di ka pwede dun okay? Bata ka pa!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey kuya, I can handle the likes of those scenes wiiith ease, dontchaworry! :D Yun lang pala, eh? Haha! Kidding! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not that "bata" now after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-2817053639826749061?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2817053639826749061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=2817053639826749061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2817053639826749061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2817053639826749061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/finally.html' title='Finally.'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SB7Ma1dc9_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/uzFIfx1j794/s72-c/heartbreak-kid-poster-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8094672889461210047</id><published>2008-05-02T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:21:10.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamie Faith</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 align="center" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&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 Jamie Faith Means&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are fair, honest, and logical. You are a natural leader, and people respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never give up, and you will succeed... even if it takes you a hundred tries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are rational enough to see every part of a problem. You are great at giving other people advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the classic "Type A" personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are loving, compassionate, and ruled by your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are able to be a foundation for other people... but you still know how to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes your emotions weigh you down, but you generally feel free from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a seeker. You often find yourself restless - and you have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to travel often, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are quite passionate and easily tempted. Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly an original person. You have amazing ideas, and the power to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success comes rather easily for you... especially in business and academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people find you to be selfish and a bit overbearing. You're a strong person.&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://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&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/1654675403409058134-8094672889461210047?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8094672889461210047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8094672889461210047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8094672889461210047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8094672889461210047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/jamie-faith.html' title='Jamie Faith'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8672451316977615430</id><published>2008-05-02T12:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:32:14.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scaredy-Cat Scares Her Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't wanna sound arrogant in this post so I'm begging you, please don't think of this entry as something that is. I just wanna speak my mind about something that is making me feel really guilty and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, I've been receiving calls from good companies, Summit and Accenture to be particular, asking me to start my internship. A part of me wanted to accept the job but there are several reasons why I chose not to. I remember that I really wanted to be an intern but as time passed, my passion for it slowly diminished. And then I realized that one reason that keeps me wanting to have an OJT is because I feel pressured that my friends are currently having one. Another reason is that I want it to appear on my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't want to enter into one just because I feel pressured to do so. I want to be really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;into it&lt;/span&gt; if in case I accept one. I'm just worried about regretting these decisions I have made now in the near future. Haaay nako, Jam. You truly are a worry wart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give you a breather, I decided to rest my mind regarding this matter and aimed to watch a funny movie. My sister just gave me another movie file last night entitled P2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBqj6Vdc99I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ddVZFr6T7Fc/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBqj6Vdc99I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ddVZFr6T7Fc/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195645342713706450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this time, I thought that this is a light and funny movie. At 11pm last night, I was alone outside and played the film. The creepy soundtrack made me walk briskly to my room instead. Haha. The last time I had my heart broken because of OJT issues, I found myself watching The Brave One. Then now, P2? Is this to make my heart stronger? I didn't find it a good movie, but it was enough to relegate my worries and keep them under my bed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-8672451316977615430?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8672451316977615430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8672451316977615430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8672451316977615430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8672451316977615430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/scaredy-cat-scares-her-scare.html' title='Scaredy-Cat Scares Her Scare'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBqj6Vdc99I/AAAAAAAAAHU/ddVZFr6T7Fc/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4749737150700589385</id><published>2008-05-01T18:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:10:28.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Inlove With A</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmWZVdc97I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cd4hkwF3n-U/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmWZVdc97I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cd4hkwF3n-U/s320/3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195349007150151602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W760i. Tsk. You're beautiful. Sira pa naman phone ko ngayon. I want you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmW0ldc98I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GV6C0c5zeVI/s1600-h/4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmW0ldc98I/AAAAAAAAAHM/GV6C0c5zeVI/s320/4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195349475301586882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In time you'll be mine. But for now, here, you'll stay and wait with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-4749737150700589385?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4749737150700589385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4749737150700589385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4749737150700589385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4749737150700589385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-inlove-with.html' title='I&apos;m Inlove With A'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmWZVdc97I/AAAAAAAAAHE/cd4hkwF3n-U/s72-c/3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-565947562160868229</id><published>2008-05-01T16:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T12:51:42.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sweetest Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I find it odd whenever I grasp a vivid memory of my dreams after long hours of slumbers. When I was younger, I used to make a fuss over it. I remember myself asking older people if dreams come true when you remember them when you wake up. If it was a good one, I wanted to make myself believe that someday, it'll come true. But if it was the other way around, I immediately dumped the thought 'coz just thinking about it made me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had the sweetest dream after a long long time. Well, I woke up happy. Yes, with a sweet smile on my face. Now, thinking about it, I feel so weird because I can really visualize it, as if I'm still dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it started with me playing beach volleyball with some friends until I found myself covered with unbearable darkness in an afternoon. As if the clouds and the heavens were angry real bad. The waves were getting mightier and were beginning to hurt my skin, strain my muscles. The next thing I knew, there was a huge huge wave that was out to get me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now you might be wondering what I did about it. Well, in my dream I was still calm and was still able to think of a unique idea. The people were panicking already, they were running like crazy without anywhere to go. So, I went to a post, hugged it really tight and promised to not let go. Can you imagine how I looked?! Hilarious! But I was serious, man. I say this was a unique idea because I was the only one who thought about it. And then the rest followed. Crazily, I felt proud about it because for some strange and foolish reason, the huge and mighty wave did not eat us. Parang binasa lang kami pero nansusugat! Grabe, I felt like I was someone from the movie Poseidon! This wasn't where the sweet part emerged. It's actually funny to extract something sweet about this beginning of a dream but it actually occurred!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next? The next scene felt like I was playing the "Hardest Game On Earth". I said to myself, when the waves get off the shore, I'll move quickly, run and pass the back stage! There was a back stage at a beach! Sobrang weird. I was desperately aiming to catch my breath and at last felt secured when I found my family in a resto. Siyempre, dahil lahat ng tao sinasabing matakaw ako, parang na-instill yata yun sa mind ko and hanggang sa panaginip, matakaw pa rin daw ako. Siyempre, nagpalibre ako kasi nasurvive ko yung tsunami on that part of the resort! See, my dream's really weird. Tsunami that chooses only a part of a resort. Like, around 15  feet lang yung inoccupy na part. Haaay. Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him. We were buying a snack from the same stand. And he called me by my nickname.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jam, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was surprised because I didn't even think that he knows me. And he knows my name. It felt like that's the sweetest time my name's ever spoken. A conversation started and then we felt really comfortable being together. We had dinner and spent the night together. It felt as if we were beyond the friendly stage and in my dream it was official. Friends know about us. We were sweet. And as we went home, he leaned his head on my shoulder and I leaned mine against his head.  Slowly, I closed my eyes as he clasped his hand  with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmUOldc96I/AAAAAAAAAG8/f5LEBaWicq0/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmUOldc96I/AAAAAAAAAG8/f5LEBaWicq0/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195346623443302306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream I was thinking, "Is this just a dream? Is this just a dream?" And my eyes opened, with my niece hugging me, making me feel really missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, a dream, it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/1654675403409058134-565947562160868229?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/565947562160868229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=565947562160868229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/565947562160868229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/565947562160868229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweetest-dream.html' title='The Sweetest Dream'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBmUOldc96I/AAAAAAAAAG8/f5LEBaWicq0/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-5136658853432818850</id><published>2008-04-30T14:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:38:06.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soter, Oh So Not For Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It has not worked. It is not working. It will not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I know myself better than anybody else after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-5136658853432818850?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5136658853432818850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=5136658853432818850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5136658853432818850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5136658853432818850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/soter-oh-so-not-for-me.html' title='Soter, Oh So Not For Me.'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-602306374632286864</id><published>2008-04-25T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:41:54.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Brave One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBHRhFdc93I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hUIvNIinah0/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBHRhFdc93I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hUIvNIinah0/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193162211666491250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A movie starred by Jodie Foster.  It's about a woman who struggles to gain recovery from a brutal attack that killed his fiance and also almost took her life. You really gotta have a brave heart to stand this flick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great way to heal a broken heart. :| Time to dance, Jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-602306374632286864?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/602306374632286864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=602306374632286864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/602306374632286864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/602306374632286864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/brave-one.html' title='The Brave One'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBHRhFdc93I/AAAAAAAAAGk/hUIvNIinah0/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-2348895040049753300</id><published>2008-04-21T17:30:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:21:41.567+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacacion Verano Parte Dos: Puerto Galera 2008</title><content type='html'>And so I guess the stress was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was our first time to go out of town. We just usually hang out, grab some drinks and we're good. Our summers naman were usually spent with our families. That's why I really wanted it to happen, with all of us present.  But due to fortuitous events, only four of us made it this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the start of our yearly outings, my beloved friends. But I am not planning next year's. Haha! Cheers to more salty waters and mighty waves! Or cheers to more travels, anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savoring Oreo and the moment with my Mader Mitch. Yes, this is how we call each other ever since high school. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxjk_OaWVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fQeaTVxNthI/s1600-h/P1010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxjk_OaWVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fQeaTVxNthI/s320/P1010148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191633957549660498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keno, Me and Jojo at Batangas Port&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxkV_OaWWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BNPiQm8FeDA/s1600-h/P1010154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxkV_OaWWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/BNPiQm8FeDA/s320/P1010154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191634799363250530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us four, "The Founders", while waiting for the boaaat! 9:45 huh, it's 12 already! Whaatta liar barker, and oh! Paper sched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxk5_OaWXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sCjEqYXgTfM/s1600-h/P1010168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxk5_OaWXI/AAAAAAAAAE8/sCjEqYXgTfM/s320/P1010168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191635417838541170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SA1931dc91I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IOOimjr2uSc/s1600-h/P1010227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SA1931dc91I/AAAAAAAAAGU/IOOimjr2uSc/s320/P1010227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191944343624939346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the splash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxiwPOaWSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hrxryFWvFWw/s1600-h/P1010195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxiwPOaWSI/AAAAAAAAAEU/hrxryFWvFWw/s320/P1010195.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191633051311560994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite. After x number of tries. Nagawa rin. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy2zfOaWZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P6RGC6Y-n4s/s1600-h/21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy2zfOaWZI/AAAAAAAAAFM/P6RGC6Y-n4s/s320/21.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191725466122869138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dahil napagtripan ako ng mga mahal kong kaibigan pati na rin ng mabuting alon... Captured! Spell poise, Jam. Spell poise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy2jPOaWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/90O7ZtcF-NA/s1600-h/42.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy2jPOaWYI/AAAAAAAAAFE/90O7ZtcF-NA/s320/42.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191725186949994882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart Attack! Funny and heart-grabbing game! I lost myself for 10 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy6w_OaWcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZgwXWPIaeRE/s1600-h/79.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy6w_OaWcI/AAAAAAAAAFk/ZgwXWPIaeRE/s320/79.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191729821219707330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken by Hazel, the friendly server. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy6KPOaWbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hSK0j6C07QY/s1600-h/67.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy6KPOaWbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/hSK0j6C07QY/s320/67.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191729155499776434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy52POaWaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U1Iq0B3fh5c/s1600-h/77.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy52POaWaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/U1Iq0B3fh5c/s320/77.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191728811902392738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meet Hazel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy7HvOaWdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zo3tALZztVM/s1600-h/71.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy7HvOaWdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zo3tALZztVM/s320/71.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191730212061731282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cliff Keno and I love! Jojo's sleeping. Tinatamad pa si Mitch bumaba. Sayang ang view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy-i_OaWeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BcS4CyQd2cE/s1600-h/92.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy-i_OaWeI/AAAAAAAAAF0/BcS4CyQd2cE/s320/92.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191733978748049890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy_7POaWfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w7ZcSBn9Rag/s1600-h/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAy_7POaWfI/AAAAAAAAAF8/w7ZcSBn9Rag/s320/107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191735494871505394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun sun sun 'til my skin's burnt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAzAbfOaWgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BGAPbtzdw-s/s1600-h/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAzAbfOaWgI/AAAAAAAAAGE/BGAPbtzdw-s/s320/102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191736048922286594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we see again, White Beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SA1LoFdc90I/AAAAAAAAAGM/S4cMrrRETz8/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SA1LoFdc90I/AAAAAAAAAGM/S4cMrrRETz8/s320/138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191889097460610882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCESEFdc-AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/12sxs3jrYR4/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SCESEFdc-AI/AAAAAAAAAHs/12sxs3jrYR4/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197455306356750338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky to have these people in my life. This may sound really cheesy but my barkada really is a priceless gift from heaven. :) I know that they are the people who won't ever turn their backs on me, (aside from my family). No matter how harsh I become. How harsh we become. Basta we know naman kasi na we just want the best for each other, always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny but sometimes, it feels as if we are the stars of One Tree Hill or Friends. Next time, I'll write about who's who and why. Haha. Mukhang fun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey, Jayvie, Mader Ruth, Loyce, you're missed! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pictures on my multiply site www.starburssst.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;*Some of the pictures are grabbed from Jojo's cam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-2348895040049753300?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2348895040049753300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=2348895040049753300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2348895040049753300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2348895040049753300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/vacacion-verano-parte-dos-puerto-galera.html' title='Vacacion Verano Parte Dos: Puerto Galera 2008'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAxjk_OaWVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/fQeaTVxNthI/s72-c/P1010148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-896056458840213997</id><published>2008-04-21T13:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:55:14.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiling Point Reached 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I reached my boiling point. It was very traumatic for me to plan that Galera outing. It was hard for me to believe the struggles, really. At one point, I wanted to make myself believe na "No Jam, these are all lies. Pinapakaba ka lang ng mga yan. Helllooo? Imposible naman na halos lahat magkaron ng excuse!" It was hard for me to believe the problems kasi our barkada really is solid. As in, we all don't think that there's one person who'll ever feel that he or she'll be left out. Basta, ganun. Maybe because we're friends not just in words but in hearts talaga. Haha. We're family! And that is what I like most in us. Okay, I promised myself na after the weekend, whatever happens, I'll write about the thing that made me reach my boiling point sooo, let me share the reasons behind all the stress I encountered last week. (Now that I'm in my most normal and hippy happy self.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday. Nagkasakit si Mitch ng weekend, thus hindi pa siya nakakapagpaalam. At hindi siya madaling payagan. Ok, so the pessimistic me screams "Shit, I can foresee nega vibes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday. Me, texting people last minute reminders. Few replies because of busy scheds. OJT, Summer classes, Duties, Exams. Mitch finally gets the courage to ask permission from her parents. And Tito says, "Nakuuu, naririnig ko nanaman ang pangalan ni Jamie." Ok, good job. Me forcing Jayvie to go to Ruth's place to ask if she could come. Ok, walang issue to, si Jayvie lang ang pwede because Keno's out with his family to spend his bday. Joey, Mitch and Jo can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday. Joey texts "Jam, sorry baka hindi ako makasama on Sat. May exam ako. Gusto ko talaga sumama but epal class ko." So, additional nega vibes. Mitch still doesn't get the "Yes" we've been dying to hear. Keno and I meet with Ruth. Ruth confims that she really couldn't come because of a validity exam she'd have to take. SADNESS overflows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday.  I decide to call Mitch's mom. Asks  if Mitch could come. Desperateee! 10PM Convo with Mitch, tells me that she got the Yes from her mom already but not yet from her dad. But seems like it's sure na. Happy atleast. Hangs up the phone. Jayvie texts, "My problem ako, I think I would have an operation on Saturday." Okay, so back to sadness. Calls Jayvie. See that there really is a problem. Me, trying to get some sleep. Jojo texts, "Eto ang problemang hinahanap mo. Sinasama ako nila Mama sa Pangasinan." Ok, so heart attack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday. Only sure ones. Me, Keno, Mitch. Jojo wakes up at 3PM. Convo at 3, he's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's four of us. Friday. Still no sleep. Wary that a problem might still come before we head for Puerto. Seryoso, stress talaga mamennn! Ngayon nalang ulit ako nastress ng ganun. Hahaha! It was a morality check 'n test for me too! Kasi naman, I really really wanted us to be complete. I miss them terribly, ok? Parang a part of me tells them, "Sige na Joey, cut mo na yan, ngayon lang naman eh. Jayvie, tiisin mo nalang yung sakit ng ngipin mo, sa Monday ka na magpaopera. Ruth, wala bang re-test yan??" Diba, ang pangit pakinggan. But because I really wanted us to be complete in this outing, oo nasabi ko. Shit, sooo wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jojo, Mitch, Keno and I still pushed through with the plan. And, super saya. Super. Super. Super. I'll post an entry about it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BACK! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-896056458840213997?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/896056458840213997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=896056458840213997&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/896056458840213997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/896056458840213997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/boiling-point-reached-2.html' title='Boiling Point Reached 2'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-2287429156964270264</id><published>2008-04-17T10:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:25:48.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boiling Point Reached</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am so hurt, I don't even know how to express how I feel now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still hope and want to believe it'll happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-2287429156964270264?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2287429156964270264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=2287429156964270264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2287429156964270264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2287429156964270264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/boiling-point-reached.html' title='Boiling Point Reached'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4937077816699491329</id><published>2008-04-14T20:15:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:58:24.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bucket List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBHVGVdc94I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zyzKvtjDChA/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBHVGVdc94I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zyzKvtjDChA/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193166150151501698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before I headed for Cebu, I watched this tearjerker starred by Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. I turned reeed. Really really red. Naging red-nosed reindeer nanaman ako. I love the script.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When he closed his eyes, his heart was opened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You measure yourself by the people who measure themselves by you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This movie recognizes life's true value by depicting the lives of two different people who unexpectedly met in a time of sickness and trial. They created a bucket list that they promised to accomplish before they die. In spite of their disparities, they allowed themselves to learn from each other. Real friendship brought these people to find their common humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really am a sucker for philosophical stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-4937077816699491329?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4937077816699491329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4937077816699491329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4937077816699491329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4937077816699491329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/bucket-list.html' title='The Bucket List'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SBHVGVdc94I/AAAAAAAAAGs/zyzKvtjDChA/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-7095965274708288821</id><published>2008-04-14T17:48:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:50:10.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cebu Stumble</title><content type='html'>My sibs and I, together with the love of their lives went to Cebu last Friday. It was my first time to step on its land and I was very impressed. It was like Manila to me minus the pollution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my heart in Cebu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our first night, we went to the hotel to leave our belongings first and then went to eat dinner at Resto 27, Crossroads after. We learned that this place is Cebu's high street. In Manila, it's Serendra or Eastwood at the very least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor kids living the good life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMrKEiexAI/AAAAAAAAACk/zJHdL4P6jUI/s1600-h/04112008%28053%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMrKEiexAI/AAAAAAAAACk/zJHdL4P6jUI/s320/04112008%28053%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189038647677993986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMrWEiexBI/AAAAAAAAACs/lGpkjBnMgiU/s1600-h/04112008%28045%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMrWEiexBI/AAAAAAAAACs/lGpkjBnMgiU/s320/04112008%28045%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189038853836424210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMrlkiexCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mnrAaexNo98/s1600-h/CIMG3880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMrlkiexCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/mnrAaexNo98/s320/CIMG3880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189039120124396578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't want to sleep the night off and so we were thinking of something to do after we ate. We wanted to party and dance but we couldn't because we were with Jem. But it's okay. Jem's really a cool kid. We get along pretty well except when it comes to her hair. It seems as if she's not really fond of fixing herself yet. Haha! Anyway, it was very obvious that we were so tired already and so we just decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to wake up at 6 a.m. to fix ourselves before going to the beach but we delayed it to 7:30. Haha, it's funny because we all heard the alarm but just didn't mind it. We met really good people, Mr. and Mrs. Irizari. They accompanied us to Tambuli Resorts and Cebu Beach Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMtKUiexDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WdXrWczRfTM/s1600-h/CIMG3948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMtKUiexDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/WdXrWczRfTM/s320/CIMG3948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189040850996216882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMtc0iexEI/AAAAAAAAADE/usRZ6iQWRHg/s1600-h/CIMG3924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMtc0iexEI/AAAAAAAAADE/usRZ6iQWRHg/s320/CIMG3924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189041168823796802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the feel of the salty breeze and water against my bod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMuBUiexFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZRA2bMtvkO4/s1600-h/CIMG3986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMuBUiexFI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZRA2bMtvkO4/s320/CIMG3986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189041795889022034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basking in the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMu4UiexGI/AAAAAAAAADU/yMVqe4X5CVY/s1600-h/CIMG4022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMu4UiexGI/AAAAAAAAADU/yMVqe4X5CVY/s320/CIMG4022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189042740781827170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because we are hippy hoppy jumpees...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMvVUiexHI/AAAAAAAAADc/r-hDTQeEUGQ/s1600-h/CIMG3930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMvVUiexHI/AAAAAAAAADc/r-hDTQeEUGQ/s320/CIMG3930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189043238998033522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the resort. I was just a bit disappointed in the beach because it was full of algae. Haaay. Sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back to the hotel at around 7 p.m. and rested. Ate Jus tried her best to get a tan but her white white skin failed her just like what my tushee did to me the day after. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, we got ready to hear mass. We went to Cebu's Basilica del Sto. Nino. I was astonished with the interior of the cathedral. It's awesome. I love its paintings. We also dropped by its wishing fountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love this painting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMwgkiexII/AAAAAAAAADk/2_fcSV_zpfU/s1600-h/CIMG4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMwgkiexII/AAAAAAAAADk/2_fcSV_zpfU/s320/CIMG4083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189044531783189634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMwyUiexJI/AAAAAAAAADs/xet-cwubJWg/s1600-h/CIMG4092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMwyUiexJI/AAAAAAAAADs/xet-cwubJWg/s320/CIMG4092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189044836725867666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMw9kiexKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0POCA7pTTtc/s1600-h/CIMG4097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMw9kiexKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/0POCA7pTTtc/s320/CIMG4097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189045029999396002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is like Quiapo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lunch at Jollibee. Yes, very Pinoy! Loving the ambience eh. Actually, we were really aiming for KFC but we didn't find it after ten minutes of walking (or was it just five but it felt like ten?). What I loved the most about that morning was of course, shopping!!! It's my bestfriend, my ultimate stress reliever. Haha. I love Cebu's Pasalubong Center, I even told Mom that we should go back just for it. Hahaha! I looooooove it. I reallly do. Hahaha! I wish I had more money!!! I love their accessories, shirts, yum-yums. I love everything about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMyjEiexLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kqee9n8tPPg/s1600-h/CIMG4112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMyjEiexLI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Kqee9n8tPPg/s320/CIMG4112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189046773756118194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? We got our pasalubongs ready! But, we didn't feel like going home yet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMy9UiexMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0hlk04fjguo/s1600-h/CIMG4108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMy9UiexMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0hlk04fjguo/s320/CIMG4108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189047224727684290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAM0kkiexNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GhCW7qjFgRU/s1600-h/CIMG4111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAM0kkiexNI/AAAAAAAAAEM/GhCW7qjFgRU/s320/CIMG4111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189048998549177554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my short stay in Cebu, I learned quite a lot about it. Yes a looot. Haha. I learned three Cebuano words. Pangadaygon for purihin, Daghang salamat for maraming salamat and kayoy-i for maawa. They also don't have a "yu" sound. Say the word's Dios, they say, Diyus. And! It seemed like it's a fave spot of hybrid couples to do their smoochie-moochies. Haha. American+Pinay=Love. We look exotic daw, but grabe. Haha. These Americans really appreciate a different kind of Pinay beauty. As in you'll see a couple in every direction. Hahaha! You'll never run out of these in Cebu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See most of the Cebu escapade pics in my multiply site. www.starburssst.multiply.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-7095965274708288821?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/7095965274708288821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=7095965274708288821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7095965274708288821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/7095965274708288821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/cebu-stumble.html' title='The Cebu Stumble'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SAMrKEiexAI/AAAAAAAAACk/zJHdL4P6jUI/s72-c/04112008%28053%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-4531743984804657607</id><published>2008-04-14T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T12:59:59.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There are so much thought running in my head, I don't even know where to start. I was gone only three days, but it's filled like crazy. Later. I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Should. Watch. Out. For. It.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-4531743984804657607?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/4531743984804657607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=4531743984804657607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4531743984804657607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/4531743984804657607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-508669317207701050</id><published>2008-04-11T13:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:48:09.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When It's Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's out. Was I just late? Had I not been, could I have gotten it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are doubts. Doubts that I want so much to take away. Yesterday, I was asking if I should be happy. But now, why do I ask if I should feel otherwise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it even possible for a person to be this bizarre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-508669317207701050?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/508669317207701050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=508669317207701050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/508669317207701050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/508669317207701050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-its-gone.html' title='When It&apos;s Gone'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8359277878904005003</id><published>2008-04-10T19:17:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T19:22:58.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprises!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This day is full of surprises! And every blow left my heart pounding hard. Tama bang sunod-sunorin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be happy? I don't know. I'm scared. And I hate it when I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-8359277878904005003?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8359277878904005003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8359277878904005003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8359277878904005003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8359277878904005003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprises.html' title='Surprises!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-3091961054194749743</id><published>2008-04-10T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T15:14:17.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Think This Is True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Let's make a difference. I know nowadays it's really hard to believe these things but let's allow ourselves to see what we can do before even judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click this link &lt;a href="http://fourturtle.multiply.com"&gt;http://fourturtle.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have hearts, don't we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-3091961054194749743?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3091961054194749743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=3091961054194749743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3091961054194749743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3091961054194749743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-think-this-is-true.html' title='If You Think This Is True'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6947980736642545578</id><published>2008-04-08T16:18:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:19:04.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Three days ago, I went to the mall to pay half of my barkada's will-be lodging expense for our outing at Puerto Galera a week from now. Well, it was my first time to do it. I mean, to pay something off via a savings account. So when I was actually able to fill up the slip, there was a feeling of satisfaction on my part. I was like, "Yey, Jam you did it without really looking like an idiot copying the woman in shades beside you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I went in line, siyempre with the help of Manong guard. I didn't wanna find myself naman standing desperately and falling in a line meant for something else. Haha. Then, I realized the line was just so long. Oh God! I would have to admit that I am an impatient creature experiencing itchy feet soles whenever I have to wait for my turn. Nevertheless, I waited, waited and waited even more as I created little tales in my head about the people who were present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also counted. Well, I think I always count. I remember a time when I usually spent my afternoons at a friend's house with friends and walked home after with them. You know when people say "Masarap maglakad kung may kasama ka." Yea yea, true. But when you walk along with the same people whom you already spent your afternoons with, I think you'll get tired of it too. So when I reached that saturation point, I found myself wanting to be alone on the other side of the street and counting my footsteps quietly 'til I got home. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, I counted the people who were ahead of me. At last, after 45 minutes of waiting, the number went down to five-four-three-two-Oops! No, three! Suddenly there was an old woman who suavely got her way up to the front and acted as if she was in line and as if she did nothing but normal. Galing eh! She barely even waited for a minute! Sin verguenza muchoo! Grr! And so I was bummed. I felt like really wanting to reprimand her about what she did when she passes by me but I immediately dismissed the, I must say, ingenious idea, just because I thought, "as if naman," with a shrug. Matanda na kasi eh, kaya mahirap. And also, I did not want to make a fuss about it but such instances really strain my nerves. Everytime I encounter injustices of this kind, it feels like there's a compelling reason to react. Injustices talaga eh! Haha pero seriously,  'eto talaga yung mga kapal moments na nakakairita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is just one of my shallow thoughts I feel like sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-6947980736642545578?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6947980736642545578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6947980736642545578&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6947980736642545578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6947980736642545578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/as-i-ponder.html' title='As I Ponder'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-1523092294778869697</id><published>2008-04-06T20:06:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:31:28.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Struck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jGyWqkGDI/AAAAAAAAACU/y30yXRZ26Ik/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jGyWqkGDI/AAAAAAAAACU/y30yXRZ26Ik/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186113539296991282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Simply having the courage to say senseless things made me euphoric. All you have to do is open your mouth and have the courage to say things you don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jB1GqkF_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5WhB2xRkZyo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jB1GqkF_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/5WhB2xRkZyo/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186108088983492594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fate is strange: almost no one I know married the first love of their lives. Those who did are always telling me that they missed something important, that they didn't experience all that they might have."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's around the well that lovers find each other, satisfy their thirst. But if one decides to leave, the well cannot go with them. Love remains there, abandoned - even though it is filled with the same pure water as before."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jEC2qkGBI/AAAAAAAAACE/8z1TWfoWkzQ/s1600-h/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jEC2qkGBI/AAAAAAAAACE/8z1TWfoWkzQ/s320/5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186110524229949458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice. The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. If we are not reborn - if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm of childhood - it makes no sense to go on living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jDlGqkGAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AEWqUOQN_aU/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jDlGqkGAI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AEWqUOQN_aU/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186110013128841218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The magic moment is the moment when a yes or a no can change our whole existence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By the River Piedra, I Sat Down and Wept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paolo Coehlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sometimes, we don't notice that we are already too busy to see that something that truly matters. We let it go. Oftentimes, we don't realize that we just choose to confuse ourselves and focus on things that seem to matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-1523092294778869697?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1523092294778869697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=1523092294778869697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1523092294778869697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1523092294778869697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/simply-having-courage-to-say-senseless.html' title='Heart Struck'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_jGyWqkGDI/AAAAAAAAACU/y30yXRZ26Ik/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-657772621409164641</id><published>2008-04-06T12:45:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:27:44.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am experiencing so much of this lately. And I do not like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of stress caused this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I ask, how could I get rid of stress and insomnia at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-657772621409164641?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/657772621409164641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=657772621409164641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/657772621409164641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/657772621409164641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/insomnia.html' title='Insomnia'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-8270655990640896240</id><published>2008-04-05T15:18:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T23:10:46.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night High</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enjoyed my Friday. Fixed myself at around 4:30 p.m. Took some pictures of myself before I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cx_GqkF9I/AAAAAAAAABk/eVVh74WCD_o/s1600-h/Photo+99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cx_GqkF9I/AAAAAAAAABk/eVVh74WCD_o/s320/Photo+99.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185668456131074002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cyJWqkF-I/AAAAAAAAABs/Y7vN2klN8Sk/s1600-h/Photo+84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cyJWqkF-I/AAAAAAAAABs/Y7vN2klN8Sk/s320/Photo+84.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185668632224733154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met with my high school friends just because we felt like meeting and to prepare for our summer outing. Had dinner at Eastwood. Ruth wasn't able to go though and people like me had to leave early but we still had so much fun. Jayvie was late, but it's fine. I missed these people so bad. Here's some of our pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cpyGqkF6I/AAAAAAAAABM/xL02bWTtCW4/s1600-h/04042008%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cpyGqkF6I/AAAAAAAAABM/xL02bWTtCW4/s320/04042008%28008%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185659436699752354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cqD2qkF7I/AAAAAAAAABU/e4KANfoH_Jk/s1600-h/04042008%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cqD2qkF7I/AAAAAAAAABU/e4KANfoH_Jk/s320/04042008%28014%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185659741642430386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then, I headed to Xocolat Katipunan to meet with Kim and Miguel. Left for Freedom Bar to watch Miguel play. Had a crazy early morning stroll along Katipunan after and finally stayed at Kim's condo while waiting for Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_crHmqkF8I/AAAAAAAAABc/KG83-H1VEzo/s1600-h/04042008%28019%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_crHmqkF8I/AAAAAAAAABc/KG83-H1VEzo/s320/04042008%28019%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185660905578567618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's how I spent my night. All smiles. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-8270655990640896240?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/8270655990640896240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=8270655990640896240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8270655990640896240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/8270655990640896240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/friday-night-high.html' title='Friday Night High'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/R_cx_GqkF9I/AAAAAAAAABk/eVVh74WCD_o/s72-c/Photo+99.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-2382187359694573193</id><published>2008-04-03T22:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T13:51:53.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've been thinking of writing here since yesterday but I could not think of something worthy to actually write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I feel that my heart is currently filled with emotions that I am not really sure of. What is this I am feeling? What are these? Hahaha. Weird. But seriously. Maybe I am just excited because a lot of things are planned for me and I always get this feeling whenever I look forward to such stuffies. I can't even explain what this is. Why am I so weird?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my day and I just wanna share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kinda bummed out because I thought that there was no internet for me until tomorrow. I even called the server operator to help me fix it out, twice. Turned out, with the help of Bri, one cord wasn't plugged. Then, I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself reconciliating with people who had hurt me and who I also did hurt. And it felt good. There were three. Okay, this does not mean I am a war freak. I love to be at peace.  I love this stage because I personally think it makes the relationship grow into a better and deeper one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to read By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept. At first I thought I wouldn't be able to finish it because it was initially boring. But then as I went on reading it, I never for a second felt the urge to stop. Soon, I'll write about some of its lines. I love how Paolo Coehlo writes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that people who ask me (or do they actually tell me? 'coz I feel that they don't expect an answer) "Why can you not eat without so much chilli?" are growing in number. Haha. A bit off. But, I remember myself not eating spicy foods up until I was in third grade. I actually loathed it. Now, I think I can't live without it. Haha. OA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about tomorrow and the day after, also for the days that will follow. Yeyeh. But then again, I would have to control this bliss until each day comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-2382187359694573193?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/2382187359694573193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=2382187359694573193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2382187359694573193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/2382187359694573193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-1899076003316531655</id><published>2008-04-01T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:29:37.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Random</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, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;What kind of girl am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;You are a Career Girl!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/career-girl.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may not be a CEO yet, but you're well on your way to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take your career seriously, and you wouldn't stop working for any guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An independent woman, you pay for your own car, clothes, and housing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And men appreciate that - at least, the ones as driven as you are.&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://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofgirlareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Girl Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-1899076003316531655?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/1899076003316531655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=1899076003316531655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1899076003316531655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/1899076003316531655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/you-are-career-girl-you-may-not-be-ceo.html' title='At Random'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-979993105340772940</id><published>2008-04-01T14:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:14:25.648+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headachy Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you want a challenging and mind-boggling game, &lt;a href="http://www.addictinggames.com/theworldshardestgame.html"&gt;click here. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will give you the headache you've been looking for. But, it's fun. In an insane kind of way. Wink! Got this from a friend and just like him, I also highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-979993105340772940?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/979993105340772940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=979993105340772940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/979993105340772940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/979993105340772940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/headachy-fun.html' title='Headachy Fun'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-5060987895455618193</id><published>2008-04-01T13:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T14:03:44.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It was a very good decision for me to stay up late last night 'coz I was able to talk to Pre for like, two hours. I missed her badly. Conversations with her can be compared to finishing a very good book though. It grows very exciting but when it's nearing to end, there's always this something that makes me wish for time to slow down 'coz its just so hard to say bye. Akala mo guy lang, eh? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, speaking of guys, I got a really wonderful present from Pre this morning. It's driving me crazy. I actually was speechless for five seconds. Pwede na pang-wallpaper. I would like so much to post the picture here but, well... Just, but! This is not the time, yet. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quoting Kirsten Dunst, "I'm crazy. You're beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-5060987895455618193?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/5060987895455618193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=5060987895455618193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5060987895455618193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/5060987895455618193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-beautiful.html' title='Crazy Beautiful'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-3861879217351407488</id><published>2008-04-01T13:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:34:50.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was desperately searching for OTH's Episode 13, I suddenly bumped into an article saying... Episode 13 premieres on April 13th. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I said, okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-3861879217351407488?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/3861879217351407488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=3861879217351407488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3861879217351407488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/3861879217351407488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/04/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6054602874561342290</id><published>2008-03-31T16:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T13:35:11.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost? Noooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have been searching for the thirteenth episode of One Tree Hill Season 5 since last week and I haven't found any. Why??? Where had they all gone? This is not possible. Episode 14 will be up tomorrow and still I haven't found its prequel. Helllpppp! But don't spoil or I'll kill you. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-6054602874561342290?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6054602874561342290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6054602874561342290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6054602874561342290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6054602874561342290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/03/lost-noooo.html' title='Lost? Noooo!'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1654675403409058134.post-6816652126092885178</id><published>2008-03-30T08:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:32:40.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div face="georgia" style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm back. Pixiedust still. But with a major overhaul. I realized the old one was a bit too gloomy. Sad. Melodramatic. Too desperate for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it has been quite a while and I finally found the energy and time to do another one. It has been two years already and I would have to say that having a blog not incorporated in any web account feels different. And I am really happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my world again, people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1654675403409058134-6816652126092885178?l=pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/feeds/6816652126092885178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1654675403409058134&amp;postID=6816652126092885178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6816652126092885178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1654675403409058134/posts/default/6816652126092885178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pixiedustdrizzlesagain.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-return.html' title='A Happy Return'/><author><name>faith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13611174361380874906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rDcVZrr4ObA/SE-mJULHeaI/AAAAAAAAAJE/d1ok6OnGiCY/S220/Photo+227d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
