<?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-3445604526847968817</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:01:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Laugh Love &lt;3</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-3683926688351811399</id><published>2008-07-17T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:01:05.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed.</title><content type='html'>It had been a very long week. I was actually too preoccupied to even remember what day it is, but I'm getting used to it. I have allowed myself to blog inspite of the long line-up of things I had to accomplish, but I'm multi-tasking, right now I'm sending the Physics PPT to some of my classmates. Anyway, I was drowsy in most of my classes today (especially during eco, but I was listening to the film, not viewing it, because my eyes needed some rest), a direct and obvious effect of sleep deprivation. I'm not the only one who has those circles under their eyes, a lot of my friends have them too, but not as prominent as mine(I was born with it). Things had been hard on us the last couple of days (for some; weeks), we had to comply with a lot of requirements, which includes, bookreports, homeworks, quizzes, sketching, the usual things that a student does, only, this is twice as hard, no, maybe just a half more harder ;). But who was I to complain? It's an inevitable part of &lt;em&gt;studenthood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Larissa's birthday celebration is coming up, I need some time to avoid the loads, and just half fun. Don't get me wrong, school is incredible, especially with my friends being there, but I just needed a place that wouldn't remind me of the pile of unfinished business, a place like &lt;strong&gt;star city. :)&lt;/strong&gt;.  But that's on Sunday, which was good, because I get to study during saturday, which abides by the &lt;em&gt;"priorities first"&lt;/em&gt; motto. And also, saturday is our &lt;em&gt;grad pic.&lt;/em&gt; picture taking. gahd! I'm sooo not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another dilemma at hand though, my mom just read a couple of text messages that she shouldn't have. I try to laugh about the whole thing, but when I think of it, I get butterflies in my stomach(not the good ones) and my arms loses their normal strength. I'm &lt;em&gt;scared&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-3683926688351811399?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3683926688351811399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=3683926688351811399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3683926688351811399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3683926688351811399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/07/mixed.html' title='mixed.'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-3109653212072389378</id><published>2008-07-12T09:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T10:28:17.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last fieldtrip</title><content type='html'>This year is definitely going to be full of &lt;strong&gt;lasts&lt;/strong&gt;... last year in highschool will mean, last long tests, last periodic exams, last pullout classes, last extra pull out subject, last mr. and ms. teachers (because in college we'll be calling them professors), last highschool field trip, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our &lt;s&gt;field trip&lt;/s&gt; educational trip, we went to Paradise Ranch in Clark, Pampanga, where in we were able to see some beautiful landmarks, plus birds such as ostriches and &lt;strong&gt;peafowls&lt;/strong&gt;(peacocks are the male peafowls) and lots of those very entertaining &lt;em&gt;makahiya&lt;/em&gt; plants :)), we also went in the butterfly garden, but I chose to sit down and rest instead, because the place was like 50,000 hectares of land, and trecking, would definitely lead to exhaustion. Moreover, we interacted with our aeta brothers and sisters, they were so &lt;strong&gt;welcoming and warm&lt;/strong&gt;, I even &lt;u&gt;danced with the aeta children&lt;/u&gt;, it was so much fun!! And helping them with our donations of food, drinks and old clothes, was really fulfilling. Not only were we able to help the Aetas, but also, we were able to help mother nature with our tree planting session! yey for us! :) St. Paul Parañaque even had it's own mini forest inside the Paradise Ranch, it was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Nayong Filipino after, It's a very historic place, with lots of replicas, such as the replica of Andres Bonifacio's house, Rizal's house, Emilio Aguinaldo's house, an Ifugao village and replicas of their houses, which were easy to clean with their roll-up floors, burglar-proof with their moveable ladders and flood-proof because it is placed relatively high from the ground, smart isn't it? There were a lot more replicas which I couldn't remember. After which, we wnt to Clark Museum, camera's were not allowed in here, so no pictures for us.. Inside were a lot of historical articles, such as very telephones, cameras, clothes, pictures, boots, guns etc. There was even a figure of the Blessed Virgin Mary, who survived a fire, it was amazing, and very overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for our last destination, we went to the original duty free shops, it was pure gold duty free -_- ... I didn't like this stop that much :)) It was chocolate-filled, and I'm not much of a chocolate fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the best part of the trip was bonding with my classmates inside the bus, we had this social ranking caste system inside our bus :)) see, there was an elevated part at the back, with chandeliers as the lights, That was the &lt;strong&gt;upperclass or the V.I.P.&lt;/strong&gt; where we belonged, It was so funny because we had this &lt;s&gt;piture&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;portrait&lt;/strong&gt; taking, where in we had to pose seriously to demonstrate our cream-of-the-crop--ness. haha! But us back sitters, when they said that we should be stern, we posed otherwise, and vice versa. The V.I.P.s were also the nosiest, we partied hard on our way home, singing and dancing, blahblah. Then there was the &lt;strong&gt;middle class &lt;/strong&gt;they were the quiet ones and the sleepy ones as well :) then the &lt;strong&gt;lower class/the urban poor&lt;/strong&gt;, the funniest of them all, &lt;em&gt;hanep sa punch lines! &lt;/em&gt;And super &lt;em&gt;madaldal &lt;/em&gt;as well :) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Di kami tumatanggap ng food na bukas na at pag nag bigay kayo, di na&lt;br /&gt;makakabalik"&lt;/em&gt; --upper class&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"magkaka-revolt of the lower class!! (lol)" --lower class"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;(stop over sa isang place para mag comfort room) "huh?! asa school na?!&lt;br /&gt;teka ung gamit ko! teka lang!" --Joanna C. of the middle class :)))))&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PICTURES AT MY &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.multiply.com/"&gt;MULTIPLY(click)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-3109653212072389378?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3109653212072389378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=3109653212072389378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3109653212072389378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3109653212072389378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/07/last-fieldtrip.html' title='Last fieldtrip'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-977775281885844068</id><published>2008-06-30T19:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T19:55:07.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>painting spec</title><content type='html'>I'm loving my spec! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SGjI4dizPPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F4TXupwrWKY/s1600-h/lines.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217641040637541618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SGjI4dizPPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F4TXupwrWKY/s320/lines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SGjI4VNf0RI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FQC_0xApQfU/s1600-h/sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217641038400704786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SGjI4VNf0RI/AAAAAAAAAGA/FQC_0xApQfU/s320/sketch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visit my &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deviantart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for a larger view :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-977775281885844068?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/977775281885844068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=977775281885844068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/977775281885844068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/977775281885844068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/06/painting-spec.html' title='painting spec'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SGjI4dizPPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/F4TXupwrWKY/s72-c/lines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-8108868821026654038</id><published>2008-06-16T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:10:04.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is technology good or bad?</title><content type='html'>My Physics essay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we must adapt ourselves to an environment that is different from what human race had evolved in... An environment of technology. This is the future, the 21st century, it is where you can send a mail, talk to your friends even order your groceries and do shopping all at the comfort of your home. Technology had made our world small, it made talking to someone from a different continent a whole lot easier, and technology even lets you look at the world from a satellite’s view! Who would have guessed that from snail mailing, here is now E-mail, faster, easier and with less effort, to it you could even attach pictures, and music. Who would have guessed that instead of the months or even years of traveling using a ship, come only a number of hours of flying via airplanes. Who would have guessed that technology had made its own world… an intangible world called the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Advances in technology are truly overwhelming when you think about it, but a question often rang is “is technology good or bad?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            There are always two sides of everything, the black and the white. Often debated are the two sides of technology. Clearly, technology had made our lives easier and comfortable. Without technology, cure for deadly diseases wouldn’t have been discovered, easier communication wouldn’t have emerged and we wouldn’t be as educated as well. What we are embracing now is human development in action; to do away with this, is like denying our humanity, we are human beings, we are made with intellect, and we are made to prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then now, what is really the problem? The problem is that we use it and then we abuse it. A person could sit in his comfy couch, watching TV, or surfing the internet all day… and with all the things accessible to him via his laptop (he could shop, mail and even take his college classes) he would never have to leave his house, and soon grow obese, but thanks to technology, an easier solution materialized, he could have liposuction. Using this scenario, it is clear to us how a person could abuse technology. This is obviously not a good thing, since all things that are too much is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic it may seem, but we have to face the fact that good and bad always co-exist. There wouldn’t be good if there wasn’t bad, and vice versa. That is why there is no clear answer to such questions like “Is technology good or bad?”. For the effects of technology depend on the one who uses it, no doubt that technology brought us to a life that is comfortable and beneficial. What makes technology bad is the people who abuse it, because some tend to become over dependent to computers and advanced appliances, and addicted to T.V. and online or Nitendo games. We just have to learn to balance and learn how to use these overwhelming breakthroughs that surrounds us today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-8108868821026654038?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8108868821026654038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=8108868821026654038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/8108868821026654038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/8108868821026654038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/06/is-technology-good-or-bad.html' title='Is technology good or bad?'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-5993837644451824513</id><published>2008-06-12T16:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T17:48:43.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day blues</title><content type='html'>Who would have guessed... The first day of school made me &lt;strong&gt;sick. &lt;/strong&gt;LITERALLY. I was actually hoping to have a pretty normal way to start this year off, &lt;em&gt;pero first &lt;strong&gt;hour&lt;/strong&gt; palang, &lt;/em&gt;stressing&lt;em&gt; na.&lt;/em&gt; And the teachers&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;are already giving us tons of homework!&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;They have an excuse though, they're &lt;strong&gt;paulinian teachers, &lt;/strong&gt;(haha, see the humor in that? :)) ) I guess it was either out of necessity or &lt;strong&gt;just a habbit&lt;/strong&gt;. Probably they were just excited =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm suffering from Amoebiasis. Sad isn't it? :)) That was the reason why the nurse sent me home yesterday, and why I'm absent today -_- . I really want to attend school :'( I'm missing a lot of lessons... First week pa naman. haay. lucky me wlang pasok tom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SABOG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-5993837644451824513?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5993837644451824513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=5993837644451824513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/5993837644451824513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/5993837644451824513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/06/first-day-blues.html' title='First day blues'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-4828983257476151836</id><published>2008-06-09T18:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T18:47:45.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rose = Love</title><content type='html'>Jaime and I had this little conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaime: The best roses to give are the ones that never wilt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki: No, the best are those that are true...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaime:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do you say so?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki:&lt;/strong&gt; Just like love, &lt;em&gt;Mas maganda pag totoo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jaime:&lt;/strong&gt; Coz the fake rose is also like love, &lt;em&gt;na di dapat&lt;br /&gt;matapos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki:&lt;/strong&gt; I realized that. &lt;em&gt;Pero &lt;/em&gt;I would rather have real love, rather than&lt;br /&gt;fake ones. Real roses last, it multiplies&lt;em&gt; pa nga&lt;/em&gt;, you just have to know how to&lt;br /&gt;use it,&lt;em&gt; hindi katulad ng&lt;/em&gt; fake ones, it stays the same, &lt;em&gt;at habang tumatagal,&lt;br /&gt;nagiging&lt;/em&gt; boring&lt;em&gt; na...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of pointless arguments followed after. It's obvious that both of us had a point, &lt;strong&gt;why&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;can't a rose allow itself to last and at the same time be real? If that was possible, it surely will defy the laws of mother nature&lt;/strong&gt;, but that's the magic of LOVE, &lt;strong&gt;it violates the norms that are known to man. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is where being real and never wilting can co-exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is where being real and never wilting can co-exist.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-4828983257476151836?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/4828983257476151836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=4828983257476151836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/4828983257476151836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/4828983257476151836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/06/rose-love.html' title='Rose = Love'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-6898067939387935927</id><published>2008-06-04T14:42:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:56:38.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitch Hansen Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's definite. I fell inlove with a vampire :)) I finished reading &lt;strong&gt;twilight&lt;/strong&gt; last thursday, and I got so engrossed with the book that I couldn't let go of it. I was able to finish it faster than any other books that I have read... I can't wait 'til I get my hands on a copy of &lt;strong&gt;Newmoon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relation to that, there's this really cool one man band, the &lt;strong&gt;Mitch Hansen Band,&lt;/strong&gt; who translated Edward's and Bella's feelings into &lt;strong&gt;majestic melodies&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;captivating lyrics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you guys to listen to his songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Edward: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"lullaby"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being made of stone will make you strong&lt;br /&gt;But I've been alone for oh so long&lt;br /&gt;Then there you were a silent mind&lt;br /&gt;And beauty that I thought I'd never find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something Strange is happening&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt my heart beat in over 90 years&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;When you're thinking no one else can see&lt;br /&gt;I feel like someone different when you're near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sleep now and hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Just lay down and rest your waery eyes&lt;br /&gt;Calm down, you're safe with me&lt;br /&gt;I love you more than you can see&lt;br /&gt;You need your rest and so I wrote you this&lt;br /&gt;Lullaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could someone who has a soul&lt;br /&gt;Have such a hard time staying in control&lt;br /&gt;Eternity can wait a while&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the way you blush when you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bella:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Twilight Hour"&lt;br /&gt;(How Bella wants to spend forever with Edward)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a simple thing&lt;br /&gt;Losing me would hurt you so deeply&lt;br /&gt;I see it in your ocher eyes&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me be an eye blink&lt;br /&gt;In you endless, sleepless eternity&lt;br /&gt;You know you want me by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and stop all this debating&lt;br /&gt;Please change your mind&lt;br /&gt;The hourglass only offers so much waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm just one of those grains you see&lt;br /&gt;Slipping down the neck of the bottle&lt;br /&gt;Soon the top will be empty&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;There are too many Forks here in my road&lt;br /&gt;Which is the path that I should choose&lt;br /&gt;Inside my heart the answer's&lt;br /&gt;Glinting, hinting, waiting for me to see&lt;br /&gt;The road less traveled leads to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me why&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and stop all this debating&lt;br /&gt;Please change your mind&lt;br /&gt;The hourglass only offers so much waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm just one of those grains you see&lt;br /&gt;Slipping down the neck of the bottle&lt;br /&gt;Soon the top will be emptyAnd you'll be out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in our meadowI see you as you really are&lt;br /&gt;Out of the shadows&lt;br /&gt;You are my shining star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're picturesque&lt;br /&gt;Then there's me I'm always such a mess&lt;br /&gt;That never makes you love me less&lt;br /&gt;You offer me protection&lt;br /&gt;When all I want is preservation&lt;br /&gt;Please make the time stand still for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm just one of those grains you see&lt;br /&gt;Slipping down the neck of the bottle&lt;br /&gt;Soon the top will be empty&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be out of me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-6898067939387935927?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6898067939387935927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=6898067939387935927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6898067939387935927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6898067939387935927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/06/mitch-hansen-band.html' title='Mitch Hansen Band'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-7005079765006951944</id><published>2008-06-03T14:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:43:21.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last walk on the streets of Manila.</title><content type='html'>Well, review classes are over :) finally, all those mind-racking lessons had come to their end. Now I hope I'm ready for the real UPCAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the review with a real BANG! thanks to Ber who treated us to Shabu-Shabu, the restaurant was really cool, it was actually my first time there :)) It's really fun, It was like, playing with your food but not actually &lt;em&gt;playing&lt;/em&gt; with them :)) here are some pictures, captions at the bottom of each shot. More at my &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr29i3b4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/znDXssAjQHc/s1600-h/Mixed068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207546398613401474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr29i3b4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/znDXssAjQHc/s320/Mixed068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's our raw(?) food :) ready to be feasted upon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr3ndIUDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/W6XiC0plISM/s1600-h/Mixed070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207546409863630898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr3ndIUDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/W6XiC0plISM/s320/Mixed070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then here we are, cooking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr3y3GGSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7QHx0D6xj5E/s1600-h/Mixed074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207546412925327650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr3y3GGSI/AAAAAAAAAFA/7QHx0D6xj5E/s320/Mixed074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;still cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr3wSW4MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wE6KMSy7Xvc/s1600-h/Mixed076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207546412234367170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr3wSW4MI/AAAAAAAAAFI/wE6KMSy7Xvc/s320/Mixed076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*chenen! my masterpiece! almost a waste to eat it :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr4KgMoQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LtlwKpkzijM/s1600-h/Mixed081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207546419271737602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr4KgMoQI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LtlwKpkzijM/s320/Mixed081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SCRUMPTIOUS!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After bloating our stomachs at shabu-shabu&lt;strong&gt;(THANKS BER!),&lt;/strong&gt; we went to have some fun at timezone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETuZ2CrOvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Lq-F8g_6txc/s1600-h/Mixed103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549196918012658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETuZ2CrOvI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Lq-F8g_6txc/s200/Mixed103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETuaR-382I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ItLMr_yF4lU/s1600-h/Mixed105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549204418261858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETuaR-382I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ItLMr_yF4lU/s200/Mixed105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETubNg9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0CSlDZkgsKo/s1600-h/Mixed109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549220398908370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETubNg9Q9I/AAAAAAAAAFo/0CSlDZkgsKo/s200/Mixed109.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETublWfYHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/twZEqArsQlE/s1600-h/Mixed106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207549226797457522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETublWfYHI/AAAAAAAAAFw/twZEqArsQlE/s200/Mixed106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Sorry, I took minimal pictures, and most of the shots had me in them :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I almost forgot.. &lt;strong&gt;NEW HAIRCUT! &lt;/strong&gt;AND I HAD MY BRACES BACK -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETwg638YbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tYmEj8HkXHc/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207551517497516466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETwg638YbI/AAAAAAAAAF4/tYmEj8HkXHc/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-7005079765006951944?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7005079765006951944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=7005079765006951944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7005079765006951944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7005079765006951944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/06/last-walk-on-streets-of-manila.html' title='Last walk on the streets of Manila.'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SETr29i3b4I/AAAAAAAAAEw/znDXssAjQHc/s72-c/Mixed068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-2122455789527160884</id><published>2008-05-28T17:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T17:36:22.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST VECTOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am PROUD of this. I finally made my first ever VECTOR :) haha! look.. this was after all the editing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SD0nKdGWBSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ysvNKyBYj1w/s1600-h/kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205359804873573666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SD0nKdGWBSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ysvNKyBYj1w/s320/kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; .. chenen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and this one was before :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SD0nKtGWBTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1yQ1uJPcq_k/s1600-h/Mixed026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205359809168540978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SD0nKtGWBTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/1yQ1uJPcq_k/s320/Mixed026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lalang.. maligaya lng ako :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-2122455789527160884?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2122455789527160884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=2122455789527160884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2122455789527160884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2122455789527160884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-vector.html' title='MY FIRST VECTOR'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SD0nKdGWBSI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ysvNKyBYj1w/s72-c/kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-2280355116288279328</id><published>2008-05-21T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T20:35:39.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SDP-nd4U4kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T-eslfUua00/s1600-h/twilight_book_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202781948532286018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SDP-nd4U4kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T-eslfUua00/s320/twilight_book_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I'm finally going to read this novel that everybody has been buzzing about. At first I was kind of resentful to read Twilight, since it's very long and I'm definitely not a bookworm. But I've heard so much about it :) The book that I'm reading is not actually mine, I borrowed it from Geca, since she already finished reading the novel. &lt;s&gt;I just hope my mom would agree on buying me a copy of my own(which will be completely useless after I'm done with it.). So the chances are close to none :) haha!&lt;/s&gt; Scrap that off, my mom agreed to by me a copy :D I just hope she won't change her mind :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-2280355116288279328?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2280355116288279328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=2280355116288279328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2280355116288279328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2280355116288279328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-im-finally-going-to-read-this.html' title=''/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SDP-nd4U4kI/AAAAAAAAAEY/T-eslfUua00/s72-c/twilight_book_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-2664775485471345153</id><published>2008-05-16T19:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:23:59.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliché</title><content type='html'>You guys must have heared of the overly-used line &lt;em&gt;"I had the right love at the wrong time". &lt;/em&gt;I think that was even a part of a song or something :). whatever. I know it seems Cliché to say such thing, but it's the perfect line to tell my story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what he would feel if he read my blog, maybe he would be happy since he told me he likes it when I mention him in my posts. But this post, would pobably upset him. I hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; perfect lover. You know how girls would often complain that guys today are unloyal, or it's hard to find someone who would love you so much that he would be willing to give up a lot of stuff for you, even his vices. But still would not be obsessed with you in such a way that you would need space. He's probably one of those things that I could &lt;strong&gt;brag&lt;/strong&gt; about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a lot of persons in him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my &lt;strong&gt;bestfriend&lt;/strong&gt;. I absolutely learned to trust him fully, I even told him my deepest darkest secret without any &lt;em&gt;pag-aalinlangan.&lt;/em&gt; Because I know he won't judge me. He's my &lt;em&gt;kakwentuhan. &lt;/em&gt;Actually when we were just getting close, I kinda like treated him like a girl best friend. I complained to him about my love life, unknowingly that each word that I uttered had hurt him. because he was also my &lt;strong&gt;secret lover. &lt;/strong&gt;I was so &lt;em&gt;manhid&lt;/em&gt; not to figure that out, he loved me so much that he was actually willing to wait until college, and that's the time that he would tell me that he likes me. But &lt;em&gt;napaaga ang events,&lt;/em&gt; thanks to a certain friend. Then he bacame my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;lover&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I love him too(elaborate later). I finally found my &lt;strong&gt;superman, &lt;/strong&gt;if you're a friend, you would probably know that during my sophomore year I was really anxious to find my superman image, I saw it in him, he protected me so much, he even wants to talk to a &lt;em&gt;tambay &lt;/em&gt;who looked at my legs, or those who called out "miss, miss!" but the moment that I tell him not to do that, he wouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back, he bacame my lover, he told me that I'm his inspiration, it was flattering to be one of the reasons why someone's grades would boost up. He had gave up drinking just because I didn't like him doing it, he would rather be with me than go on an outing, he actually chose to talk to me and stay at home than go out with his friends and persue his vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofcourse a person's love story wouldn't be all rainbows and butterflies. There would always be the occasional storms. See, my mom is anti-love life. And my sister, is showing her doubt, and her trust is kinda shaky na because she thinks that I'm keeping secrets. When the moment came that I told him na I had to kinda give him up for my mother's and sister's trust/s(?), he was absolutely willing to wait all over again and to endure the pain again. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes, doing what is right could hurt you, it could hurt you real bad.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said na ok lang na masaktan siya basta wag lang ako mapagalitan dahil sakanya. We had to face the fact that we would not probably see each other, if not for some organizational meetings. And we would probably not talk that often. All that he asked in return was that I to stay loyal, and na sana hindi mawala feelings ko for him kahit di na kami nagkikita or nagkakausap. Sabi nya, na kahit mahirap kakayanin niya para sakin, kasi he was willing to do almost anything for me. It even makes me laugh(actually, it's making me teary-eyed thinking about it) na nagiipon na siya ngayon palang for our first date, kahit na sobrang tagal pa non. Tapos when I was sad, he asked a couple of people to text me and tell me that _____(he, him, yung guy na tinutukoy ko knina pa x) ) loves me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love him so much.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't elaborate really on things, because I don't want my life to be an open book. kaya I would end this long and cheesy blog about him na... &lt;strong&gt;I just want to brag about &lt;em&gt;my perfect lover.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :')&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-2664775485471345153?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2664775485471345153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=2664775485471345153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2664775485471345153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2664775485471345153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/05/clich.html' title='Cliché'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-7307032145242658836</id><published>2008-05-14T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:54:21.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://the-insaniac.blogspot.com/"&gt;ceejae&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://nikkiiscrazy.blogspot.com/"&gt;darggy&lt;/a&gt; tagged me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. Each blogger starts with ten random facts/habits about himself/herself.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bloggers tagged need to write ten things and post the rules.&lt;br /&gt;3. At the end of the blog, you need to choose ten people you're going to tag and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't forget to comment to their site that they're tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Well, my name is Nicole Soltes, a lot of people call me Nikki (not just my friends :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm 15 and an incoming senior at St.Paul's Parañaque :) woohoo. go seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm extremely afraid of Cats!! = ^.^= Hate those nasty creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I ADORE GEOMETRY! it's a bit geeky, but hey, I'm inlove with those figures! nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I dance &amp;amp; debate ^^...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am passionate with arts; digital art, drawing, painting etc. I especially love colors. Mixing them, blending them, shading with black or highlighting with white :)) I love those kind of stuff :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love ADOBE and html codes. Ok, I'm obviously a newbie at html, but I like puzzling myself with complicated brackets. and Adobe (photoshop and imageready) is an addiction. see my &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant art&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; for proofs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I still have the habbit of watching cartoons all day. It's absolutely childish, but Spongebob and &lt;strong&gt;Fairly Odd Parents&lt;/strong&gt; make me happy. *nick is my comfort channel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I stay up very late and choose leisure over priorities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ...and that is why I am blogging right now instead of making my M.C. script :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Name ten things that start with T. :)&lt;br /&gt;Could I skip this?... I don't even get rule number 2. nyahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tagging: No one, i'm just gonna end up tagging the same people. And it's kinda hard to do.. &lt;em&gt;nakakatamad. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-7307032145242658836?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7307032145242658836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=7307032145242658836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7307032145242658836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7307032145242658836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-ceejae-and-darggy-tagged-me-rules-1.html' title='Tagged.'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-6751217983222091220</id><published>2008-04-24T20:50:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T16:35:47.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer lovin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Grabe!&lt;/em&gt; It has been ages since my last entry. I’m getting tired of our crappy DSL modem, I mean, we are paying Php 1,700.00 per month (even more) for a decent internet connection, but what do we get? This crappy junk. I just want to finish this contract with PLDT for our DSL and move to smart bro or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…In my previous entry, I have been nagging about how boring my summer is, but now I take it back, I have been leaving our house everyday(except last Thursday). And I’m loving my trying-hard-to-be-hectic schedule :) You know the feeling when you look at your planner and you see notes and reminders written at every date, it’s just soooo cool! :) So, what have I been up to these last few days?... let’s see, I have been awfully busy with our fund raising for the up coming YFC STBC youth camp. Who knew it would be so much fun, we sold halo-halo(sa fortunata and sto. Niño), and we were able to put up a garage sale. It was really amazing, how you make money and have fun at the same time. It actually seemed more of a “gala” rather than a burden or something. Hm.. I also went swimming, one was at Las Piñas with my friends, and the other was at club manila east with my family. I wish you guys could see me now, I turned from a mocha to a java. If you guys could get my out-of-nowhere-trying-to-be-funny-metaphor. So anyway for the dates in between I’m hanging at malls. The nearest loveliest places to enjoy, as I often say “shopping heals me” …and also at Robinson’s place pala! Haha. We are going there every after review, and let me tell you guys, the service at the cerealicious branch there is VERY unsatisfactory and disappointing. Anyway I’ll be uploading pictures at my multiply pretty soon… well, as soon as our DSL modem starts to perform its function. But for now, here’s a sneak peek… :) enjoy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn6nyUhFI/AAAAAAAAADw/IzZZqEA4HaM/s1600-h/Mixed087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193468314610074706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn6nyUhFI/AAAAAAAAADw/IzZZqEA4HaM/s320/Mixed087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn63yUhGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Plll-MujI28/s1600-h/Mixed118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193468318905042018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn63yUhGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Plll-MujI28/s320/Mixed118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn7HyUhHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K8iLWGJ9mNE/s1600-h/Mixed169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193468323200009330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn7HyUhHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/K8iLWGJ9mNE/s320/Mixed169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(all those dieting had finally payed off :)) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn7HyUhII/AAAAAAAAAEI/P6dUdclVtQQ/s1600-h/Mixed195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193468323200009346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn7HyUhII/AAAAAAAAAEI/P6dUdclVtQQ/s320/Mixed195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit my &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; for the rest :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-6751217983222091220?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6751217983222091220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=6751217983222091220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6751217983222091220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6751217983222091220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/04/summer-lovin.html' title='Summer lovin&apos;'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/SBLn6nyUhFI/AAAAAAAAADw/IzZZqEA4HaM/s72-c/Mixed087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-978794347372430439</id><published>2008-04-08T18:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:12:02.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O_o</title><content type='html'>It's been boring lately, extremely boring. Not half of the vacation is over, yet i'm getting sick of it :)) I've been to Zamboangga with my family and to Pasig with my friends for the leadership training. We learned a lot from it, plus we met a lot of new friends, and had some serious hottie haunting :)). The boys there were cute, smart(well, most of them i think. who I am to conclude, haha!) and undoubtedly LEADERS(duh?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zamboangga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a LOT of places when we were there, we even climbed &lt;em&gt;abong-abong&lt;/em&gt; a tall mountain with a huge lighted cross on top and a breath taking view of what's below and what's above, haha! And we went to &lt;em&gt;fort pillar&lt;/em&gt;, it's like an outdoor church, with it's miraculous history entailed to it. Then we went to this beach, it wasn't that pretty, but it was nice and clean, something that you guys would have probably appreciated, I know I did, but I stayed away from the sun as possible, since I'm going to attend the leadership training the day after our flight back to Manila, talk about tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But something that I won't forget in this Zamboangga trip is when we went to this café/bar with our teenage cousins, it was basically a &lt;strong&gt;girl's&lt;/strong&gt; night out, now don’t you guys worry, we had adult supervision, my 30 something year old cousin went with us. So my mom dropped as off at the said cafe... It has a nice ambiance and the playing band was good. Me, ate, liza*, thea*, and valery* just had fraps, but two of my cousins; Anne* and Rach* (one of them was the adult), had bottlessssssss of beer, haha! but they still had control over themselves. We like stayed there until 11.30pm or something, almost until midnight. Before we left, valery, anne and rach went out, apparently, they went out to smoke, they could have done it inside though, they just probably didn't want us to see them. If you guys know me, I'm so against these kinds of stuff, so the whole thing was a real shock to me(considering that they were related to me:) ). Later that evening, when my mom came back to pick us up, I noticed anne and rach waving goodbye to the vocalist(which rach had a crush on!), &lt;em&gt;nakakagulat! friends na sila?!&lt;/em&gt; wow! Going back to my auntie's house we still surfed the net, and by rach's special request, we searched &lt;s&gt;some&lt;/s&gt; a lot of guys on friendster, we had to type the names on the search bar for her since she was all drowsy because of the bottles of beer she had drank... It appears that these guys were her textmates, GAWD! and none of them was hot! and it had been taught to me that only cheap girls would meet cheap guys via texting. &lt;em&gt;Tapos may pa E.B.-E.B. pag "close" na sila. &lt;/em&gt;I know i'm sounding like an old lady with strict norms, but again, i so totally don't know why i'm blogging about this, but I guess as what my ate have said &lt;em&gt;"naiirita ka ba?!&lt;/em&gt;" haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*names have been changed to protect their identity, and ofcourse, to avoid offending them :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-978794347372430439?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/978794347372430439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=978794347372430439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/978794347372430439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/978794347372430439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/04/oo.html' title='O_o'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-2966171556352130033</id><published>2008-03-14T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T21:51:15.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junior years</title><content type='html'>Finally, the much awaited moment every school year... It's end. Ironic isn't it? But that's just the way it is; we spend all our time in school waiting for the summer vacation, getting tired of studying, and when summer finally comes, we get bored of being a couch potato and living a pig's life, and we become desperately excited for the next school year. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how it is, we don't appreciate life as we know it, we neglect the things we have, until it's gone, we center our lives on things to come, instead of what we are grasping at the moment. Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that thinking about the future is bad, but what am I pointing out is that: &lt;strong&gt;what we have now and what we are doing at the present, contributes a lot on what we'll have and what we'll achieve in the future&lt;/strong&gt;. Think about it, would you have a fun summer vacation when you wasted your schoolyear on fooling around then you ended up attending remedial classes? Would you ever have a fun filled summer if you wasted your year fighting with your friends and pissing off others, then when summer comes, you have no one to miss, and no one will miss you at all... haha. One important thing that I learned during the last day of the year is that at one point,&lt;strong&gt; you have to risk something for your happiness&lt;/strong&gt;, when everything is said and done, when you have accomplished what you needed to accomplish, when you have said everything that are needed to say, isn't it the right time to reward yourself? As what Angelica Baria told me "Go Nikki, say yes. Rewardan mo naman sarili mo sa mga naaccomplish mo." ... and guess what? I ended up being perfectly happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another is that, &lt;strong&gt;there are no grey areas when it comes to choices, it's either a yes or a no&lt;/strong&gt;. You have to make a choice, you couldn't play safe, if you want to let your presence felt, you have to stand firm on what you want and on what you believe in, remember: &lt;strong&gt;only dead fish go with the flow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the most important value I learned is that, when you have nothing else to hold on to, you will always have the Lord, as often quoted &lt;strong&gt;"Ang huling kapit ay sa Diyos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wouldn't miss the S.Y. 07-08? Probably a very small minority, because with all the pains and tragic moments that it has brought, all came with happiness and memorable happenings. Enjoy the vacation everyone, and be armed to face the next school year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-2966171556352130033?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2966171556352130033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=2966171556352130033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2966171556352130033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2966171556352130033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/03/junior-years.html' title='Junior years'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-6283590212296848058</id><published>2008-02-19T20:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:14:11.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst day ever.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever lived through a day that actually seemed more like a nightmare? Well I have, if only I could relive this day and set everything &lt;strong&gt;right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened? hm... let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mama just hung up after shouting at me on the phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was left outside the house with leigh(&lt;em&gt;kahiya kay leigh, hussle&lt;/em&gt;), there was no one inside the house and I don't have my keys.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate and I fought, now this wasn't just a petty fight, we went to the extent of shouting at each other and throwing pillows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mama's going to get mad at me whan she comes home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;PLUS the &lt;strong&gt;event&lt;/strong&gt; that alarmed many, as in &lt;strong&gt;ALARMED MANY&lt;/strong&gt;. Curiosity kills the cat as they always say. and I HATE CATS.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, tell me, could it get any worse? Well, duh?! ofcourse it could, pero I couldn't take more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Plus, sir Moses is rushing us with our research papers. We're almost done though, pero I couldn't work on it now, wala talaga ko sa mood, I just hope my groupmates could help me with the effin' research.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Handa na ko gumawa ng lapida&lt;/em&gt; for our homework in Filipino.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-6283590212296848058?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6283590212296848058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=6283590212296848058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6283590212296848058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6283590212296848058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/02/worst-day-ever.html' title='Worst day ever.'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-563635252308381124</id><published>2008-02-13T09:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:55:11.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed tape</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post. Bumigay na yung computer eh. I'm just so happy that it's fixed na. Projects are piled up, there are a whole lot of things to accomplish. plus it's our qualifying exams next week(we don't study for that though), then the week after would be our PT. gawd. tambak!! &gt;:l&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the teachers realized that we are so stressed out, because homeworks had been so rare lately. Pero none the less, projects are still coming one after the other, good thing we get to have a rest day, thanks to the annual parañaque day :) and there won't be saturday class this upcoming weekend. that gives us a lot of time to accomplish a lot of things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 9.40 am, I woke up at about 4am and I still haven't started with any projects yet. Our research needs a whole lot of researching pa :)) and sir bergado is rushing us to pass by this week. pano ba naman, we chose to do a plain research without a final product. It's a bit easier, but it requires a lot of reading, and I'm not good at that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adding up to the effin' school requirements, are problems with HER. If you have read &lt;a href="http://abc-jae.piczo.com/"&gt;ceejae's blog&lt;/a&gt; you'll get me. Gawd. She is so, &lt;em&gt;atrabida, &lt;/em&gt;and so insensitive really. Yes, those are probably the perfect words to describe her. I have nothing much against her, pero what happened yesterday was irritating, and siguro napupuno na kami. kasi pinagpapasensyahan na namin siya dati pa. And the words she's uttering kasi are NOT nice. And I don't know if it's right to call her this, pero she is so madaldal, untruthful words and stories could be left unsaid if it would affect and would hurt people. Don't she realize that?... Though hurtful words won't change anything, I really hope she could read this, para nmn marealize niya mistakes niya, pero baka pasok sa right ear labas sa left ang mangyari, like a whole lot of past circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyhow. Happy Valentine's day everyone :) LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-563635252308381124?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/563635252308381124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=563635252308381124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/563635252308381124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/563635252308381124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/02/mixed-tape.html' title='mixed tape'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-1610871098441136476</id><published>2008-01-15T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:35:34.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have nothing.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing&lt;/strong&gt; else to do. For some reason, friendster won't open in our PC. Hate it. I couldn't even update my comments or my profile. amp. All I could do with proxy sites (slidepast, kroxi, netunlocker etc.) are to see people's profiles and to upload pictures. Cursed computer &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing&lt;/strong&gt; to blog about naman. Let me see.. My life had been absolutely plain lately, except for the usual stress brought about by frequent requirements, and my low-graded quizzes :(( .. My grades are going down this quarter. I could forsee it! Though I'm so glad and thankfull that I made it to rank 9 of our whole batch. Glad to be an awardee (congrats fellow achievers). And I know I have to bid goodbye to that rank. I am never consistent, during the 1st quarter I was on rank 10 then 14, and now, 9(the highest so far). I swear, there had been portents to prove this case :(. hm... I know it's so pessimistic of me to say those words, pero it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have nothing&lt;/strong&gt; against grade conscious people (I am sometimes one of them, like right now). But what are grades anyway? Isn't it pointless to care so much about a bunch of numbers? People sometimes even go through fights just because of those. Some students cheat, for the sake of passing an exam, and others stress themselves so much just to maintain a mountain high grade. (I'm not generalizing). A few people may regard to grades as useless, But you know what? these "numbers", pave your future. You could probably get my point right now, plus, we all have to admit, having good grades gives us all a sense of pride ;). You know what I mean. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I have nothing to blog" &lt;/strong&gt;daw o... pero I've been typing a lot of words already, which I couldn't normally do to my formal themes. haha! There is really a big difference when you &lt;strong&gt;want &lt;/strong&gt;to write, and when you &lt;strong&gt;have &lt;/strong&gt;to write. Plus, atleast when blogging, You don't have to follow a common theme, it's free writing :) It's fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-1610871098441136476?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1610871098441136476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=1610871098441136476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/1610871098441136476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/1610871098441136476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-nothing.html' title='I have nothing.....'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-8920375324631684049</id><published>2008-01-02T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T15:13:41.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>do the rubik's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I finally learned how to solve the rubik's cube :)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3s3n0RT3RI/AAAAAAAAADg/O8IxelBMX20/s1600-h/Pacute065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150771756013968658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3s3n0RT3RI/AAAAAAAAADg/O8IxelBMX20/s200/Pacute065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was the first time that I was able to solve the cube, with the aid of &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/"&gt;you tube&lt;/a&gt;. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could even do tricks :) ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3s3J0RT3QI/AAAAAAAAADY/P5Du2_5hrgE/s1600-h/Pacute097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150771240617893122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3s3J0RT3QI/AAAAAAAAADY/P5Du2_5hrgE/s200/Pacute097.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-3320931985814308207</id><published>2007-12-27T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:12:21.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, she had posted an entry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PRFURT3II/AAAAAAAAACU/Og1CsyMl6k0/s1600-h/sg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148688688285473922" style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="245" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PRFURT3II/AAAAAAAAACU/Og1CsyMl6k0/s400/sg.jpg" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post. Ang freaky pa nung last entry ko parang pang last season.. halloween :)) JOKE. hm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, did everyone had a splendid Christmas? :) haha. sana na enjoy niu ang christmas vacation, it's our weeks off after that &lt;strong&gt;bloody&lt;/strong&gt; periodic exams.. good thing I had my comfort food during those trying times. haha! *chenen!!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILK AND CHOCOLATES! &lt;/strong&gt;(hershey's in particular ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PUtURT3JI/AAAAAAAAACc/2igodxKIlLg/s1600-h/Pacute!Ã4187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148692674015124626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PUtURT3JI/AAAAAAAAACc/2igodxKIlLg/s320/Pacute!%C3%9C4187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PVBkRT3KI/AAAAAAAAACk/LkKJMke_kY0/s1600-h/Pacute!Ã4214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148693021907475618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PVBkRT3KI/AAAAAAAAACk/LkKJMke_kY0/s320/Pacute!%C3%9C4214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I know. I'm not exactly a fan of chocolates, pero &lt;strong&gt;PAT ACIDO, &lt;/strong&gt;the local whiz kid, said that chocolates do help her while studying for exams. It's worth a shot right? :)) I have nothing to risk apart from pimples, plus, extra weight :)) What the hey?! it's Christmas vacation, who the hell will see me fat?! and anyway, who cares? (Can't believe I said that considering my usual body conscious self.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HOPE YOU GUYS RECEIVED WHAT YOU ALL WISHED FOR :)&lt;/strong&gt; I got what I wanted, plus a bonus ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pla, I have to blog about this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaye's &lt;em&gt;Fantabulous&lt;/em&gt; birthday bash :) &lt;/strong&gt;pictures at &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.multiply.com/"&gt;my multiply&lt;/a&gt;, and more ate &lt;a href="http://kayel.312.multiply.com/"&gt;Kaye's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I especially liked this picture though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PZlERT3MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8Hazjpl-4a8/s1600-h/HPIM4227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148698029839342786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PZlERT3MI/AAAAAAAAAC0/8Hazjpl-4a8/s320/HPIM4227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..coz it's cute :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to say, but none to blog. It's almost 2am. And Lizzie McGuire is on Disney channel, haha, hate her! :)). Plus I haven't replied to numerous texts. I have to admit, I really suck at updating. My blogs aren't really "up-to-date". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-3320931985814308207?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3320931985814308207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=3320931985814308207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3320931985814308207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3320931985814308207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/12/finally-she-had-posted-entry.html' title='Finally, she had posted an entry!'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R3PRFURT3II/AAAAAAAAACU/Og1CsyMl6k0/s72-c/sg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-8094956806537305892</id><published>2007-12-04T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:13:31.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOHNmac :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just can't help but to blog about this... John said that it's ok nmn daw eh... he even said na "madami bibisita ng site mo." haha. as if?! :)) anyway.. here it is. This isn't exactly a post. pero whatever. :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R1VD1dhar-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XGzaudHjkso/s1600-h/johnmac.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140089135450206178" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 362px" height="336" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R1VD1dhar-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XGzaudHjkso/s320/johnmac.bmp" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's a zoom in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R1VGD9har_I/AAAAAAAAACE/MgHeCeWyRbg/s1600-h/johnmaccloseup.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140091583581564914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R1VGD9har_I/AAAAAAAAACE/MgHeCeWyRbg/s320/johnmaccloseup.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hope i made you guys smile :) thanks JOHN MACAPAGAL :)&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/3445604526847968817-8094956806537305892?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/8094956806537305892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=8094956806537305892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/8094956806537305892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/8094956806537305892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/12/johnmac-d.html' title='JOHNmac :D'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/R1VD1dhar-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/XGzaudHjkso/s72-c/johnmac.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-7240162773642236694</id><published>2007-11-21T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:13:08.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saBLOG. imPOSTer :)) wlang KWENTO :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guess what I'm doing? :) aside from blogging ofcourse. haha! :).. I'm watching &lt;strong&gt;gossip girl&lt;/strong&gt; sa &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt;, jamie told me about the clips, kc she said that my hair looks like blair's(blair's hair is so much better nmn), aroused by my curiousity, I checked it out. Blair's hotter than serena, that seems wrong, because as the book describes serena, she's totally beautiful. haha! Anyway. moving on ;) It's been weeks since my last blog, I really couldn't maintain a daily/ weekly blogging habbit, I developed a more like &lt;em&gt;"kung-kelan-ko-gusto-magblog" &lt;/em&gt;attitude. Which actually makes my posts better :) (as if naman they could get better, more like lousy :P ) .. Since, I'm in the mood to blog, not just, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to blog, but i &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to write :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I volunteered myself for our sonnet recitation, I wanted to get the whole thing over with, I couldnt stand the suspense every english class :) aun nga, I recited sonnet 46...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;SONNET 46&lt;br /&gt;Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war&lt;br /&gt;How to divide the conquest of thy sight;&lt;br /&gt;Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,&lt;br /&gt;My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.&lt;br /&gt;My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie--&lt;br /&gt;A closet never pierced with crystal eyes--&lt;br /&gt;But the defendant doth that plea deny&lt;br /&gt;And says in him thy fair appearance lies.&lt;br /&gt;To 'cide this title is impanneled&lt;br /&gt;A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart,&lt;br /&gt;And by their verdict is determined&lt;br /&gt;The clear eye's moiety and the dear heart's part:&lt;br /&gt;As thus; mine eye's due is thy outward part,&lt;br /&gt;And my heart's right thy inward love of heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again.. haha! evaluation of the effin' sonnets :))&lt;br /&gt;anyway.. That sonnet is so beautiful. for me, it's even better than sonnet18. It's one of the sonnets that deals with the war between the heart and the eye, which claims to be the sole possesor of the beloved. It used the terminology of the courtroom to show the debate between those two. It's like what you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of him that what you &lt;strong&gt;feel&lt;/strong&gt; for him. Though many interprets it like, the appearance of the person is.. well, unpleasing. I would rather interpret it like, for example, in the &lt;em&gt;I'm-falling-in-love-with-my-friend &lt;/em&gt;scenario, I see him as just a friend, but I know deep in my heart that there is something else. That maybe, I'm falling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's just an interpretation of the sonnet ok? You guys might think that I'm falling inlove with a friend :)).. Loveless ako ngayon! and it puts pimples on my face arrgh! :)) But I'm happier this way ;) I could concentrate more on my studies, my friends and my family. :)\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oo nga pla, for those who were asking if I was ok, because of my previous post, yes.. I'm ok na :) and I'm super over that already :) infatuation isn't really good :)) thankyou guys for caring :) mwah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-7240162773642236694?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7240162773642236694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=7240162773642236694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7240162773642236694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7240162773642236694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/11/sablog-imposter-wlang-kwento.html' title='saBLOG. imPOSTer :)) wlang KWENTO :))'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-1971926459255983083</id><published>2007-10-28T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:14:48.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are we back into being strangers? ..by idiot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"it's weird how you go from being strangers to being friends to being more than friends then to being practically strangers again..and it all happens so fast."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid to be &lt;strong&gt;rejected. &lt;/strong&gt;because it &lt;strong&gt;hurts &lt;/strong&gt;so much", I was the one who said those words.. yet unconsciously I made someone feel that way.. Only to realize my mistakes when it was too late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comforted me when I was sad, he made me smile a dozen of times, &lt;strong&gt;he made me cry&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;a lot, &lt;/strong&gt;he cared so much.. but I was an idiot not to make him feel appreciated. But what he didn't know was beneath the words that I uttered against him, behind the hurts that I made him feel, was that &lt;strong&gt;I cared so deeply&lt;/strong&gt;, I missed him dearly every time he wasn't around. I anticipated his messages, and the next time that we'll see each other. &lt;strong&gt;BUT AGAIN, I WAS SUCH AN IDIOT TO HURT HIM SO MUCH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"pero kasi sinasaktan niya din ako."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that's what I would often tell myself. Pero what I did pala had hurt him more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only guy who made me cry, he even made me ill (I swear, nagkasakit ako dahil nag away kami ng sobra). &lt;strong&gt;Now what's the meaning of all these? &lt;/strong&gt;I couldn't comprehend it back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day when he said goodbye.. he promised before na di niya ko iiwan.. pero what he did was exactly the contrary. &lt;strong&gt;The moment I asked him to stay, was the exact moment that he left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero he didn't forget, he would sometimes send quotes that's so relevant, pero I would not respond. And you know why? &lt;strong&gt;Because I know for sure that he had turned his attention and affection to someone else. &lt;/strong&gt;Even &lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; all this ended... Kahit na yung times na ok pa kami... He was drifting away. I think... and nasasaktan ako ng sobra..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I even tried to delete him from my life, I removed him from my Y!M list, my friendster and my phonebook.. One time he texted me, and I asked "cno to?" coz I really didn't know. then he said "GANUN KA PALA KABILIS MAKALIMOT, SIYA NGA PALA SI *tooooot* e2. (cnbi nia name nia a, secret ko nalang yon)" &lt;strong&gt;The guilt was super major.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Honestly, mas pinahalagahan ko pa yung taong nakakapagpangiti sakin kaysa sa taong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kaya akong paiyakin at pangitiin. -my greatest mistake.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything is too late, I would often try and talk to him, pero he wasn't like before, obviously, he got over, now.. I'm the one who is &lt;strong&gt;falling and failing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE'S NO USE CRYING OVER SPILLED MILK RIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt; but that's the only thing that I could do right now, even if it's completely pointless..&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-1971926459255983083?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/1971926459255983083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=1971926459255983083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/1971926459255983083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/1971926459255983083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/10/are-we-back-into-being-strangers-by.html' title='are we back into being strangers? ..by idiot'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-7318488459132044311</id><published>2007-09-30T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:16:46.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't help but to complain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;♥How come you always know exactly what to say to make me feel good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥yet you're exactly the reason why i feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get over this nerve-racking irritating sensation. Which seems to worsten as I struggle to deal with various things, ie. my bookreport, amblin, homeworks, projects, the upcoming periodic exams, etc. But as i go on through the whole process, I find myself getting more and more stressed. Which is quite ironic since I'm supposed to feel relieved since one by one, I get to finish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get especially irritated when I force my self to read. Since I woke up this morning I had started on finishing 'message in a bottle', I already finished about 40+ or 50+ pages, and still have 80+ to go, then after lunch I sat down to read this article in kerygma about addiction. Which was the topic for our amblin corner in CLVE. It took me longer than expected, probably because my eyes are already complaining. Kaia nga I'm blogging, to atleast take a break, I wasn't really sure if this was a good idea, coz it would really take much of time, which was really precious right now. Pero I need to do this for myself. A little relaxation won't hurt right? and besides I hadn't blogged since sir baggay's departure ;) .. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog anyway is completely pointless, I just want to complain about my stresses, a sentiment a lot of the juniors are probably facing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case I fail to blog for the next week, you guys would know the reason; periodic exams. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos I was burdened pa with this issue regarding the CFC, I am not in the position to complain about it, since it's a little off my business, but it passes through my thoughts every once in a while, I can't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's this major emotional stress that I'm currently facing. Which really weighs down most of my load. I have to stop blogging na and go on with my Amblin corner, I have to learn to prioritize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope you could read this: _ _ _ - pwede ba, wag ka na magtxt kung pinaplano mo namang hindi magreply. nakakarami ka na eh! x(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-7318488459132044311?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/7318488459132044311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=7318488459132044311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7318488459132044311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/7318488459132044311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/09/cant-help-but-to-complain.html' title='can&apos;t help but to complain.'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-6029011387441189182</id><published>2007-09-25T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:17:09.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go back tears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RvkfnYJfraI/AAAAAAAAABc/JZURcDrKFsk/s1600-h/~Sapphira016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114153613213543842" style="CURSOR: hand" height="295" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RvkfnYJfraI/AAAAAAAAABc/JZURcDrKFsk/s320/~Sapphira016.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You have to face the fact that the chapter of your lives with sir Baggay is OVER."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--Sir Moses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Those words slapped me like a fat kid diving belly-first in a pool. OUCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Who would ever thought that one day, you'll wake up to see no more, one of the things that makes classes worth listening to, one of the things that makes CHEMISTRY worth learning ...one of the things that makes you happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sir baggay left quietly, opposing his usual noisiness and cheerfulness.. How noisy he was whenever he conducted his discussions with us, how hyper he was especially when delivering his jokes, and how we would all laugh, corny or mabenta, we learned to appreciate them. Somehow, he made us all smile in ways he had never noticed. SIR BAGGAY WAS SPECIAL TO US IN WAYS HE NEVER SEES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Matapang si sir baggay" &lt;/em&gt;And we are proud of him, he was indeed brave to leave St.Paul, a school he had worked in for the past 7years, he was brave to leave his DEAR STUDENTS (&lt;em&gt;my dear students, &lt;/em&gt;how he would often refer to us.) and fellow teachers, he was too brave to leave everything behind for his family's sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;sana hindi nalang siya nagpa-atach satin ng ganto kung aalis naman siya bigla." &lt;/em&gt;I heared one of my classmates say those words. yes, sana.. pero we attached ourselves to him, thinking that he won't leave us, thinking that upto our highschool graduation, he would still be there. Pero mahirap mag assume.. kaya nga tayo nasasaktan. Grabe, nasasaktan tlga ako.. alam niyo ba ung simpleng picture ni sir baggay, iiyakan ko, kasi all i could think of is "kelan ko ba ulit makikita si sir? kelan ulit nia checheckan notebook ko? kelan ko uli madidinig boses nia?" pero back to reality, it might never happen. Browsing through my chem notebook would make me all teary-eyed, naaalala ko kasi kung pano nia dinidictate satin ung notes, kung pano nia tayo pinapatawa with "..what is the color of the balloon?" .. grabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't help but to cry nga kaninang chem with mrs. Tamaro, she saw me cry nga eh, and the only explanation i could think of is &lt;strong&gt;i really miss sir baggay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People might say na OA na, tama na. Pero they would never understand the bond that we have developed with sir, hindi lang siya teacher and student relationship eh... we were BESTFRIENDS. kaia ngaun, kahit gano ka simple ung bagay, or even how the simplest words that would remind us of him would make our eyes swell up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have to give him space, we have to let him move on... Kasi kailangan din natin mag move on. Mahihirapan lang si sir kung forever tayo magdedwell sa pag alis niya, yes, we would forever miss him kasi nga &lt;strong&gt;walang papalit kay sir baggay&lt;/strong&gt; . Pero let's just think na, his family needs him more than we do, let us not be selfish. :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's something about the way sir stands, the way he talks, those twinkle in his eyes, how he laughs out loud at his own jokes and how he would love it when we would tell him that he's GWAPO... those things would stick like a tatoo in our minds and hearts, for there will never be a person just like him na simpleng tawa lang niya ay napapasaya na tayo.. :'((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"..I will never forget you 3POF." --sir baggay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...neither will we.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-6029011387441189182?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6029011387441189182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=6029011387441189182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6029011387441189182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6029011387441189182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/09/go-back-tears.html' title='go back tears...'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RvkfnYJfraI/AAAAAAAAABc/JZURcDrKFsk/s72-c/~Sapphira016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-672714895533940299</id><published>2007-09-11T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:17:31.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart broken? read.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;July 22, 1997&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dearest Catherine,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I miss you my darling as I always do, but today is especially hard because the ocean has been singing to me, and the song is that of our life together. I can almost feel you beside me as I write this letter, and I can smell the scent of wildflowers that always reminds me of you. But at this moment, these things give me no pleasure. Your visits have been coming less often, and I feel sometimes as if &lt;strong&gt;the greatest part of who I am&lt;/strong&gt; is slowly slipping away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am trying, though. At night when I am alone, I call for you, and whenever my ache seems to be the greatest, you still seem to find a may to return to me. Last night, in my dreams, I saw you on the pier near Wrightsville Beach. The wind was blowing through your hair, and your eyes held the fading sun light. I am struck as I see you leaning against the rail. You are beautiful, I think I see you, a vision that I can never find in anyone else. &lt;strong&gt;I slowly begin to walk toward you, and when you finally turn to me, I notice that others have been watching you as well. "Do you know her?" they ask me in jealous whispers, and as you smile at me, I simply answer back with the truth. "Better than my own heart."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stop when I reach you and take you in my arms. I long for this moment more than any other. It is what I live for, and when you return my embrace, I give myself over to this moment, at peace once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I raise my head and gently touch your cheek and you tilt your head and close your eyes. My hands are hard and your skin is soft, and I wonder for a moment if you'll pull back, but of course you don't. You never have, and it is at times like this that I know what my purpose is in life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am here to love you, to hold you in my arms, to protect you. I am here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. I am here because there is no other place to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then, as always, the mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in, as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel my throat begin to close and my eyes well-up with tears because I know it is time for you to go. The look you give me at that moment haunts me. I feel your sadness and my own loneliness, and the ache in my heart that had been silent for only a short time grows stronger as you release me. And then you spread your arms and step back into the fog because it is your place and not mine. I long to go with you, but your only response is to shake your head because we both know that is impossible.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I watch with breaking heart as you slowly fade away. I find myself straining to remember everything about this moment, everything about you. But soon, always too soon, your image vanishes and the fog rolls back to its faraway place and I am alone on the pier and I do not care what others think as I bow my head and cry and cry and cry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Garrett&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpted from &lt;strong&gt;Message in a Bottle &lt;/strong&gt;by Nicholas Sparks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The message was so beautiful, it got me all teary-eyed with all the emotions placed on it, LOVE, desperation, longing... Emotions that all of us have probably felt at least once in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading this, let me ask you, was there a particular person who was on your mind all through out? Or have you at least imagined the scene? but the difference was that you were either Garett or Catherine?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I have imagined myself as Catherine, as silly as it may seem, but every girl has her fairytale. Mine is to find a guy such as Garett, but in the story (I haven't finished the book yet), It wasn't Catherine and Garett that will end up together, it was Theresa and Garett I think. Not sure. (UPDATE: I just finished another chapter, i learned that catherine died :'( ..) But what does this imply?... That heartbreaks are blessings, think about it, a heartbreak is just painful way of saving you from the 'wrong one' and leading you to the one that was meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm too young to say such words, but sometimes people who had been blinded by love/ heartbreaks forget to open their eyes and stand up again. As young as I may, This would probably be the perfect time to write such an article/ blog. While I still have the innocence ;) (yuck. feeling :P ) ... para someday, when I break my heart, I would go back, and read this, to remind me of how I used to be before falling in love and getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little something for the "broken-hearted"s :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-672714895533940299?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/672714895533940299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=672714895533940299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/672714895533940299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/672714895533940299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/09/heart-broken-read.html' title='Heart broken? read.'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-3879317531476370893</id><published>2007-08-30T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:21:37.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and who said i was happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"in her diary she writes it all,&lt;br /&gt;from the world she hides it all,&lt;br /&gt;after all, when will she accept?&lt;br /&gt;that... she's in love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have repeated this quote for a couple of times now, in my GMs, stat sa ym, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sapul!.. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last entry, the previous weeks were really stressfull. I mean, the CMLI debate, which we lost :) it was a fair match anyway, the CSA debaters were admittedly good(and ofcourse, it was predictable for us to lose, since, we are first timers, but sir mo said "what we after is &lt;strong&gt;experience&lt;/strong&gt;")... And because of that effin debate, we missed a lot of classes and quizzes, surely I'm no genius to catch up with everything in a span of 2days :). So, i was trying to catch up nga dba.. kaso various events occurred, swimming tryouts(trip namin ni issay: we gave up at the 8th lap anyway.), the makabayan debate(although i wasn't a part of this, i was kinda helping one of the teams), at siempre.. hindi mawawala ang life's dramas; may social life pa nmn aku ;), pero it was hard to catch up with that, my friends missed me nga daw eh, awww!! :), plus the sector con dance pa pala(i miss dancing.). Grabe, for how many days, i 2-4 hoursof sleep lang, akala ko nga muka na akong haggard eh, pero I was surprised when people told me that I was blooming *^^,* (modesty aside =P ).. hmm... come to think of it, during those weeks kasi, i have detatched myself from &lt;strong&gt;people &lt;/strong&gt;who kinda 'bothered' me. Kaia siguro..... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun...pakita ku na muna seniu to... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;drawing ko kay carlo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RtbLPIHh8PI/AAAAAAAAABM/J5GR1lUq6FA/s1600-h/carloc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104490688408580338" style="WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RtbLPIHh8PI/AAAAAAAAABM/J5GR1lUq6FA/s200/carloc.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;drawing ni carlo sakin :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RtbL9YHh8QI/AAAAAAAAABU/qlLYr4Th81g/s1600-h/cc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104491482977530114" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="183" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RtbL9YHh8QI/AAAAAAAAABU/qlLYr4Th81g/s200/cc.JPG" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks to yahoo doodle :P .. hmm..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALAMAT DYAN KAY CARLO C.&lt;/strong&gt; isa siya sa mga stress relievers ko nung stressed aku :)) salamat sa mga panunukso killersmyl. naaliw aku :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;anyway.. to the POF who happens to read my blog.. sino groupmates ko sa physics? :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's with me through every trial of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ngayon i'm facing something again, mejo mahirap siya. pero di kailangan paapekto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SALAMAT KAY KUYA DON.&lt;/strong&gt; kuya lyndon :) na touch aku kasi we haven't seen each other for more than a year na, tas mga 2-3 days lang ata kami nagkakilala :), pero he still helped me nung may prob aku kahit na busy cia and all. :) tnx kuya don. miss you na!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT SA MGA KA YFC KO&lt;/strong&gt; na nagtxt before ng debate match namin ;) natouch aku. :') naiiyak nga ku ih :)) ate trixie_ kahit nka sun cia, she was the first to know the turn out of the debate :) concerned :) tnx te 3x.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SA INSAN KU. &lt;/strong&gt;:) THANKYOU SO MUCH SAU :p HEHE..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHORTIES AND BRAINMATES. &lt;/strong&gt;i missed you so much. :) tnx s moral support and sa understanding :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AT SA FAMILY KU XMPRI :) &lt;/strong&gt;no need na 2 explain :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loveyou LORD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-3879317531476370893?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3879317531476370893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=3879317531476370893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3879317531476370893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3879317531476370893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/08/and-who-said-i-was-happy.html' title='and who said i was happy?'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RtbLPIHh8PI/AAAAAAAAABM/J5GR1lUq6FA/s72-c/carloc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-6389307820094958161</id><published>2007-08-08T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:51:40.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy days na uli!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pumapatak na muli ang ulan :) You just can't imagine how happy I am everytime I see the rain :) it soothes me. &lt;strong&gt;SHOUT OUT NGA PALA FOR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc-jae.piczo.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CEEJAE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CUTE! :) &lt;/strong&gt;fyi: birthday-birthdayan namin ni ceej everytime na it rains :) we lost track na nga of our &lt;em&gt;rain age&lt;/em&gt; e :) o well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the grace of God, He blessed us with a day off! NO CLASSES! yey. happiness is beyond me now. i'm overjoyed :) who wouldn't be? i mean, no classes on a cold rainy day, it's just.. bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................................................*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it's so nakakakilig!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's so dyahe naman!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Catanghal asked us to translate those in english.. so i asked help from various people.. and here are the top 3 silliest answers i received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. ate aiza: &lt;/strong&gt;translation of it's nakakakilig: &lt;strong&gt;"it's aiza!" :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Kuya onin:&lt;/strong&gt; translation of it's nakakakilig: &lt;strong&gt;"I heard onin's name." :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. kuya Butch:&lt;/strong&gt; translation of it's nakakakilig: &lt;strong&gt;"butch looked at me." :)))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God! laughtrip sila.. grabe :)) hmm... siempre.. di ako papatalo... hirit muna ako :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ano ingles ng KILIKILIg..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;edi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ARMPITING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (TAWA* hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayon.. 2nd part naman ng blog ko... :) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hassle!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;grabe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;They say that the junior life is the hardest among highschool levels. We have proven it true :D ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The last two weeks were total nightmares! :( Piles of homeworks, tons of quizzes and &lt;strong&gt;projects over projects&lt;/strong&gt;. and to top it all off, the periodic tests.. it's all over anyway. thank God we survived! :D We were kinda thankful nga na inalis ni sister ung intrams at buwan ng wika, kundi.. RINKLES abutin namin nian. :) kaia.... &lt;strong&gt;juniors with the baggy eyes, congratulate yourselves! &lt;/strong&gt;first quarter palang ian, we have 3 more to go. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results for our periodic exams just came out.. and I am proud to say na.. &lt;strong&gt;MATINO GRADES KO! &lt;/strong&gt;:) and i'm happy/contented with that.. ;) even if they're not excellent :D.. who cares? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-6389307820094958161?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6389307820094958161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=6389307820094958161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6389307820094958161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6389307820094958161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/08/rainy-days-na-uli-pumapatak-na-muli-ang.html' title='Rainy days na uli!!!'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-3020425048763917003</id><published>2007-07-21T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:47:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SONNET #18</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SONNET #18&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by: William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"SHALL I compare thee to a summer's day?&lt;br /&gt;Thou art more lovely and more temperate.&lt;br /&gt;Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,&lt;br /&gt;And summer's lease hath all too short a date.&lt;br /&gt;Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,&lt;br /&gt;And often is his gold complexion dimmed;&lt;br /&gt;And every fair from fair sometime declines,&lt;br /&gt;By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:&lt;br /&gt;But thy eternal summer shall not fade&lt;br /&gt;Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,&lt;br /&gt;Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade&lt;br /&gt;When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.&lt;br /&gt;So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,&lt;br /&gt;So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;W.Shakespeare is one of the greatest most poetic writers of all time, and i'm loving mr.catanghal for unfolding shakespeare's life and works to us. :) . I'm amazed with how &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; could turn even the most dirty insults into works of art. :) &lt;strong&gt;SHAKESPEARE IS AMAZING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;..And &lt;strong&gt;sonnet 18,&lt;/strong&gt; i think, is a masterpiece! It's like.. reading between the lines and just watch as the true meaning of the sonnet unravel before you. Grabe, and when you read it.. you'll see how &lt;strong&gt;beautiful &lt;/strong&gt;is '&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt;' for '&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;'. and this lines : &lt;em&gt;"..So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee." &lt;/em&gt;are mushy yet it makes me go "aaaaaaaawwwwwwwwww!" ..As long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives your beauty. :) wow. And as long as people read shakespeare's works of art, so long lives his memories :). [yuck nagpaka writer.?!] haha!. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;AAeeniwaiiiii.. &lt;strong&gt;Justin &lt;/strong&gt;asked me to blog about this.. haha.. kaia e2 na hiling mo justin... :)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Natalo uli ako ni Justin!!! sa chess naman!!! haha.. 2-1 uli.. Loser aku! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hapi ka na justin? :) hehe...&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/3445604526847968817-3020425048763917003?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/3020425048763917003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=3020425048763917003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3020425048763917003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/3020425048763917003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/07/sonnet-18-by-william-shakespeare-shall.html' title='SONNET #18'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-2280845312001944704</id><published>2007-07-15T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:45:38.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nikki vs. justin who will win?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Y!M checker game between Justin and ME.. haha!... :)) here's what happened..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;match 1: &lt;/strong&gt;red-nikki / white-justin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptR45GJjPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8SP7Hb22jog/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087750241886244082" style="CURSOR: hand" height="240" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptR45GJjPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8SP7Hb22jog/s320/1.JPG" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winner: &lt;/strong&gt;JUSTIN! :((&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;match 2: &lt;/strong&gt;red-Justin / white-Nikki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptSXJGJjQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z3aiJcSoKOk/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087750761577286914" style="WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptSXJGJjQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z3aiJcSoKOk/s320/2.JPG" width="298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winner: &lt;/strong&gt;NIKKI! :)) YEY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;match 3: &lt;/strong&gt;red-Justin / white-nikki&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptSw5GJjRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rzvHp22Jz2E/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087751203958918418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptSw5GJjRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rzvHp22Jz2E/s320/3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winner: &lt;/strong&gt;JUSTIN ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;total score&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: &lt;/strong&gt;JUSTIN-2 NIKKI-1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptTW5GJjSI/AAAAAAAAABE/9GiPob6D0RQ/s1600-h/Pacute!Ã1777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087751856793947426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptTW5GJjSI/AAAAAAAAABE/9GiPob6D0RQ/s320/Pacute!%C3%9C1777.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONGRATUALTIONS JUSTIN! :))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Who knew he had it in him?! haha! grabe.. Loser aku! haha! we had a rematch a while ago... I lost.. AGAIN! :)) maybe... justin found his purpose?! haha.. checkers?!.. &lt;strong&gt;HUMANDA KA JUSTIN! MAGPAPRAKTIS AKU! :)) MATATALO DIN KITA! HAHA! :))&lt;/strong&gt; JEWK! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3445604526847968817-2280845312001944704?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/2280845312001944704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=2280845312001944704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2280845312001944704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/2280845312001944704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/07/nikki-vs.html' title='nikki vs. justin who will win?'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fbYwKhMZPeY/RptR45GJjPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/8SP7Hb22jog/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-585092363245464785</id><published>2007-07-15T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:44:35.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISSAY'S BOWLING BIRTHDAY BASH! :))</title><content type='html'>Bowling baby! :)) grabe! yesterday was whole lot of fun! sobra! we ate at jabee(bida ang saya:)) ) and we went BOWLING! hahaha! grabe! majority were first timers, so it wasn't really a great game :) but it was a fun-filled game! haha! o dibuh?! :)) ahehe... issay was expecting an ordinary blowout.. but we made sure na it wouldn't be.. gusto namin... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MEMORABLE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issay was so surprised, alam niyo ung usual na.. "di-ako-makakapunta"-pero-pupunta-pala style?! hahaha! :)) mea did that.. tapos.. andun pa si michelle :) ..basta.. nag-amazing race si say sa MOA :) now dontcha worry, ground floor lng.. at one building lng :)) hahaha! an amazing race through the whole mall of asia would take forever.. haha! :)) anyway.. the surprise is hard to explain.. watch it nalang on my &lt;a href="http://emprinsesa.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt; .. pag na-upload ku na :)) haha! video courtesy of kat and leigh :) ahehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lab yesterday so much! :)) &lt;strong&gt;sana maulit muli &lt;/strong&gt;.. haha! sa birthday ko naman?! nyak! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-585092363245464785?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/585092363245464785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=585092363245464785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/585092363245464785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/585092363245464785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/07/title.html' title='ISSAY&apos;S BOWLING BIRTHDAY BASH! :))'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-5627010481408883730</id><published>2007-07-11T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T09:43:28.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so nice to be HAPPY :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;I can't believe it! :) i'm blogging on a daily basis! ayee! ahaha! amso overjoyed :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Yesterday I had &lt;strong&gt;three &lt;/strong&gt;problems, right now, i have one left :) thanks to &lt;strong&gt;GOD! :) &lt;/strong&gt;loveyou lord! Anyway.. We finally fixed our barkada problems with a session after school :) (ops! hindi inuman session ah. haha! :D ) after how many weeks, we finally had our "talk", although we weren't complete, I still felt so relieved after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;God blessed me with such good friends. Friends that I could run to in times of trouble, friends that i could laugh with in times of joy, and friends that i could trust and lean on when i'm sad. God didn't gave me companions, He gave me FRIENDS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Although i'm in a so-so stage right now (haha! sr. angele.."so-so" :D ) &lt;/span&gt;There's still that something that bothers me.. and it bothers me A LOT. :(( &lt;feeling&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Losing someone so special hurts, but it hurts more when you lose someone special because you've unintetionally hurt him so much that he just decided to leave.. :'( .. is it my fault na nasasakal na aku ? even though... :( .. is it my fault na ganto yung nafifeel ko? na I couldn't return the care and concern that he gave to me.. and now he's gone. &lt;strong&gt;The worst part of it is that he left the moment i told him to stay. :''(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck! ang emode ku! hahaha! be happy nlng... grabe.. ang saya ku.. dahil ang dami kung problema, dahil God knows that I could handle them, God trully loves me :)) ahehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after blogging, balik homework aku. gr!! :)) oh well.. ganyan talaga pag estudyante ka. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-5627010481408883730?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/5627010481408883730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=5627010481408883730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/5627010481408883730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/5627010481408883730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-glad-today-i-cant-believe-it-im.html' title='It&apos;s so nice to be HAPPY :)'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3445604526847968817.post-6065563620475688566</id><published>2007-07-10T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T08:59:47.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First blog here at blogspot!!! :)</title><content type='html'>Finally, I moved to blogspot! I'll try to maintain this webbie, :) it's much more managable and when I thought about it; blogspot will enhance my html skills :) yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better start blogging :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is like an outpour of all my emotions, I smiled and I frowned, I laughed and I cried, I even hated and LOVED.. I know, gawain ito ng baliw, you know, sudden moodswings :). Yes, probably i am &lt;em&gt;crazy. &lt;/em&gt;Crazy bacause of events, crazy because of the emotions that confronted me right on the face. I'm sure that I know what i'm saying ,when i say that I HATE THIS DAY. Gr! could this day get any worse?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing God doesn't fail me.. Trust me, &lt;strong&gt;PRAYERS ARE THE BEST WARRIORS. :) &lt;/strong&gt;. When i was super sad, he brought me my savior to help me smile :) trials are useless pieces of junk scattered on our way, all we have to do it to deal with them, kick them out of our lives and live again, don't let those "junk" stop you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SUPER LOVE &lt;strong&gt;PHYSICS AND GEOMETRY&lt;/strong&gt;! :) not because i received high test results( and i'm pretty sure i won't in chem. ) but because i'm getting the lessons pretty well :) ahehe.. Atleast I find comfort in those two subjects, while I try to escape the others, especially CHEMISTRY's naming of formulas. Gawd!!! I can't get this topic eversince I was in 1st year! hmp!!! I need a &lt;strong&gt;TUTOR&lt;/strong&gt; !, is there any available kind-hearted person who does well in chem and happened to read my blog. could you help me? :) haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3445604526847968817-6065563620475688566?l=emprinsesa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/feeds/6065563620475688566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3445604526847968817&amp;postID=6065563620475688566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6065563620475688566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3445604526847968817/posts/default/6065563620475688566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emprinsesa.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-blog-here-at-blogspot-finally-i.html' title='First blog here at blogspot!!! :)'/><author><name>nikki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10257709145070980211</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b22/icecream-08/pretty.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
