<?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-28961693</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:08:05.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the drama princess</title><subtitle type='html'>just got hitched!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-4398289790579006913</id><published>2008-05-23T12:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:20:13.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CPR</title><content type='html'>i'm trying to revive this blog. i don't want to make promises because i might not be able to keep them. but im really trying to make this blog come alive again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't know, im back in the crazy world of pr/advertising agencies. i know that i told some of my friends that i don't want to work for one anymore after i got married. but this was the opportunity that came along so i grabbed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work has been... stressful to say the least. there's a lot of pressure but im coping...for now. hahaha. enough of the shop talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as an update, been married for 6 months and 6 days now. married life is a blast!!!! i love it!!! i enjoy doing stuff with edward. i enjoy cooking and taking care of him. i love it! love it! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this entry doesn't make any sense. so i will stop babbling already. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-4398289790579006913?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-8574671505724418168</id><published>2007-12-17T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T14:58:09.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost dead...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...my blog that is. a lot of exciting things have been happening in my life the past one or two months i wasn't blogging. i promise to tell you stories (lots of it!) after the holiday rush. and i promise to update this blog by then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2007 proved to be a roller coaster ride. my 2008 will probably be tamer but still fun. 2008 will be a new beginning for me in almost all aspects of my life. so see you till my next blog entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but for now, let me be the first to greet: MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp;amp; HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! spread the love &amp;amp; joy! mwah! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-8574671505724418168?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8574671505724418168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=8574671505724418168&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8574671505724418168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8574671505724418168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/12/almost-dead.html' title='almost dead...'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-7636764702080718091</id><published>2007-10-31T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:02:38.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm just saying...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my random thoughts on the different issues the past few weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no contention that breast milk is the best for babies. but at the end of the day, it will boil to the mother’s preference. it’s her personal choice if she wants to breastfeed or not. no matter how much information you bombard her with (benefits of breastfeeding), she will decide whether to do it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my prayers go out to the victims and their families of the recent glorietta 2 blast. their stories are all so familiar because i know that area by heart. that’s where i pass everyday just to get to mrt ayala station. if it happened early evening, i could have been one of the victims. again, my prayers go out to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(caution: local showbiz)&lt;/em&gt; if they claim that lolit solis has no credibility why go all out in defending themselves? if it ain’t true, then it ain’t true. you could have just issued one statement, shut up and moved on. then the issue could have died a natural death. face it like a man and don’t whine like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the president is doing her best to put her dirt under the rug. she pardons erap so people will not talk about and, hopefully, forget the zte-nbn deal, the P500,000 handouts, among other things. i wonder when she can keep it up. and i wonder how long people can bear with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's halloween. it's time to scare yourselves of whatever ghost stories/experiences you may have or claim to have. happy halloween! enjoy the long weekend ahead! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-7636764702080718091?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7636764702080718091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=7636764702080718091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/7636764702080718091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/7636764702080718091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-just-saying.html' title='i&apos;m just saying...'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-583398016271367785</id><published>2007-10-17T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T11:06:50.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last 30 days of singlehood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this &lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; emailed today and reminded me that it's only a month left to my wedding day. how time really flies. it seems like it was only yesterday when edward and i decided to tie the knot and spend the rest of our lives togehter. it seems like it was only yesterday when we attended a wedding fair and got a really good deal on our wedding rings. it seems like it was only yesterday when we told our families and got mixed reactions about it... it just really seems like yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we encountered some setbacks and a lot of heartaches. but we are moving forward because we have each other and we have a very faithful God. di ba God is good? yes, God is good!!! we have witnessed that a lot of times especially in the last few months. we are almost near the finish line but we still need to prepare ourselves for more things to come our way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's the last 30 days of my singlehood, so im calling all my friends. let's spend some time before i get hitched. i'm open to lunch, dinner, coffee, isaw, movie or whatever. you guys know how to reach and find me. see you all soon! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-583398016271367785?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/583398016271367785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=583398016271367785&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/583398016271367785'/><link rel='self' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110981315802575826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/Ru3abXYSM9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-QIp5hl_YXU/s200/IMG_1566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happy anniversary baby! it's been 5 freakin' years!!! and many, many more to come. thank you for everything. looking forward to growing old with you. two months na lang! yehey! :D mahal na mahal kita! mwah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110981603565384674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/Ru3asHYSM-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/lrDmkkBrBJ0/s200/cafe-breton+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-5289081597945529689?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/Ru3abXYSM9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/-QIp5hl_YXU/s72-c/IMG_1566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-8138201157790691873</id><published>2007-09-12T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:25:27.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tough cookie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sometimes when you're wounded and beaten up real hard, you have to be tough. even tougher so as not to show any emotion or hurt. crying is not an option. you have to make the enemy believe that you are not affected even if deep inside you want weep your heart out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-8138201157790691873?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8138201157790691873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=8138201157790691873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8138201157790691873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8138201157790691873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/09/tough-cookie.html' title='tough cookie'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-7305226547495105978</id><published>2007-08-30T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T12:38:21.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* with puppy eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i saw crush at eastwood last night. yes, the crush i have devoted a few blog entries to. i was ecstatic to finally see him in the flesh. to my excitement, i tugged edward's shirt (with matching maraming hampas sa balikat) while saying the name of crush. the entire starbucks store probably heard me too. but i didnt care because i was too giddy and busy staring at crush as he passed by. edward even suggested that we follow crush so i could have my picture taken with him. i said no because i got so shy at the idea. it's one of the rare times i get shy. hahaha. he looked really cute and charming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;seeing him was like taking uppers last night. i was way too hyper, kulit and talkative. i was so happy of the thought of just seeing him there. i even had trouble sleeping. it's fun to have a crush and the feeling it gives you (knots in your stomach &amp; all). and the best part of it is, i can tell my (soon-to-be) husband all about it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm looking forward to the next time i see crush. and i hope that i won't be that shy anymore. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-7305226547495105978?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7305226547495105978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-377564620735540856</id><published>2007-07-17T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:36:55.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better late than never</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've been tagged last month to share seven quirks or random things about myself. but i have been busy and lazy at the same time thus the late entry. so here goes the seven things about me. bow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;every time i have tortillos/chips as a snack, i dip it in my soda first before i eat it. it's like dipping pandesal in your coffee. this "habit" was picked up by my younger sisters too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i always bite the drinking straw... unconsciously! any freudian explanation? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i am not (and never was) a demanding nor a jealous girlfriend. it's just not really my style. you can even ask my exes and edward on this. hehehe. edward said that i'm not demanding because i'm very independent. and for the jealous part, i just know what my worth is and know how to keep my man. that is real girl power for you! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have the "talent" of listening to other people's conversations even if i'm busy doing my own thing (i.e. chatting away with my companion/s). edward told me that i can be a spy or something and maybe in the future, we can cash in some moolah from this "talent."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have two dream jobs: a personal shopper &amp;amp; a housewife!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;some of you already know this: i'm very, very ticklish (particularly my back, knees and feet) . i couldn't have a decent foot scrub/spa or any massage. i'm so ticklish that it gets irritating and frustrating! grr!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't know how to scream/shriek like a girl. you know, the high-pitched shrill sound girls make when they are excited, frustrated or angry. i can't do that ever since i was little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-377564620735540856?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/377564620735540856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=377564620735540856&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/377564620735540856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/377564620735540856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/better-late-than-never.html' title='better late than never'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-5090804539379144893</id><published>2007-07-12T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:32:08.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rekindling a flame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's uaap season again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i get to see crush...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;twice a week for 3 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh! si crush! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*dreamy eyes*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-5090804539379144893?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5090804539379144893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=5090804539379144893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/5090804539379144893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/5090804539379144893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/rekindling-flame.html' title='rekindling a flame'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-6358784502223297855</id><published>2007-07-05T09:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:10:19.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the drama princess is a year older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;today marks my 28th year of existence in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;today is officially my last birthday in singlehood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and today will be a blast! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-6358784502223297855?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6358784502223297855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=6358784502223297855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/6358784502223297855'/><link rel='self' 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alone so please give it to me 100%. because i really get offended when you don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-8674395885338023951?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8674395885338023951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8674395885338023951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-not-being-demanding-selfish.html' title='this is not being demanding &amp; selfish'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-2402021613152961041</id><published>2007-07-02T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T10:42:39.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>walang atrasan na to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/Rohlu7OiSfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6vx3rtdvp7o/s1600-h/blog+photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082424036334651890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/Rohlu7OiSfI/AAAAAAAAAAo/6vx3rtdvp7o/s320/blog+photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so far, this is our biggest expenditure for the wedding. and probably the only big expenditure will have since edward and i are having a small, intimate civil wedding. don't they look amazing?? i can't stop staring at them. it's a replica of the tiffany &amp;amp; co. celebration ring i'm dreaming of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we can't wait for the big day and start wearing this 24/7. a few more months left! &lt;em&gt;konti tiis na lang &lt;/em&gt;as edward would say. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-2402021613152961041?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2402021613152961041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=2402021613152961041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/2402021613152961041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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bola partnered with big chill's avocado bliss! mmmmm.... yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-8847547380810385261?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8847547380810385261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=8847547380810385261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8847547380810385261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/8847547380810385261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/06/craving.html' title='craving'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-8498676542943035423</id><published>2007-06-27T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T09:05:33.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a really bad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(an incoherent post)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don't like disappointing people and, most especially, disappointing myself. i keep replaying everything in my head. i probably should have done this, should have done that to save it. but sometimes there are things beyond your control... no matter how exprienced you are in such department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if i am to be blamed for this, i'll accept it. because i probably deserve it. and i hate myself right now. i feel that it's somehow my fault that it was lost. i know i have given it my best but i guess, my best wasn't good enough for them. but seriously, i don't know what more i could have done. i have given it my all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i think it's also unfair to be judged solely on that "mishap" considering the rest of the things were done with flying colors. there's nothing else we can do. that's how they do things at the other side of the fence. we just have to accept it and face reality. and i don't really feel good about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-4731507190914904570</id><published>2007-06-07T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T09:54:41.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'>highlight of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;getting a press release approved by a specific government agency after 25 years?!!!!!? the 25 years is stretching it a bit but for all of you who have experienced the bureaucracy would know what i mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the thing is, i couldn't assert myself too much or pressure them to have the story approved. because i don't want to piss them off and delay the approval longer. it also doesn't help if they want to work in a turtle's pace. plus, the government agency is a client of my client and i don't want to get the ire of my client. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so for the last 2-3 weeks, i had to be really patient and nice to the said government agency. and yesterday, they finally decided to approve the story just in the nick of time. thus, making my client really happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;if my client is happy, then i'm happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-4731507190914904570?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4731507190914904570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>wedding vow to beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from Grey's Anatomy Season 3 finale&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;PRESTON: "Cristina, I could promise to hold you, and to cherish you. I could promise to be there, in sickness and in health. I could say till death do us part. But I won't. Those vows are for optimistic couples, the ones full of hope. I do not stand here on my wedding day optimistic or full of hope. I am not optimistic. I am not hopeful. I am sure. I am steady. I'm a heart man. Take 'em apart, put 'em back together, hold them in my hands. So this, I am sure. You are my partner. My lover. My very best friend. My heart. My heart beats for you. And on this day, the day of our wedding, I promise you this. I promise you to lay my heart in the palm of your hands, I promise you... me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-296579831577079450?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/296579831577079450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=296579831577079450&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/296579831577079450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/296579831577079450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/05/wedding-vow-to-beat.html' title='wedding vow to beat'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-2865491468995330870</id><published>2007-04-13T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T11:21:14.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting out some steam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sdafhkjldhjlsfdbvcbnmcxbvkdgkfhdskfdkbvkxcbvksd!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!dfjkhksjcbvbcxvwiruwrypwoejksnc932642yrsflsdkhrfweuigrfsanflsdhyfayfu04e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7230e0wjfsejfosncvnsaorhofhldxkhvhsdhaskjhdakshdksahdksahdkjhsadhaskdhak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;fjkadkhaskjdhskjhd9wqeuque01283409217nacn z.xcnoas8e-0 f[wirweirwpeifpsfjs;fjspfjsp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;foweyr gldtgegvjsdlgju0efgew823rfvsdJvc;sakdm wwfguert egndklugweijgwehfgoiweufpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-2865491468995330870?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2865491468995330870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=2865491468995330870&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/2865491468995330870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/2865491468995330870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/04/letting-out-some-steam.html' title='letting out some steam'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-1180603844056247529</id><published>2007-03-28T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T10:58:37.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>final four stage is set!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;march madness isn't called as such for nothing. there are no "cinderellas" this year because all four teams deserve to be in the semis. march madness is really going to end with a bang! coz the big boys are coming out to play...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ohio state vs. georgetown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;florida vs. ucla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;now, place your bets... see how tough guys play with finesse ... and watch college ball at its finest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-1180603844056247529?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-2984137528469196799</id><published>2007-03-23T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T14:14:42.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in a previous lifetime...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rachaelyamagata.com/"&gt;rachael yamagata&lt;/a&gt; probably had me in mind when she wrote this line in her song, "meet me by the water":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't leave me standing with my heart in my hand. i can't last here. i'm breaking down.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hehehe. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-2984137528469196799?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2984137528469196799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=2984137528469196799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/2984137528469196799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/2984137528469196799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/in-previous-lifetime.html' title='in a previous lifetime...'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-482649374752774347</id><published>2007-03-01T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T15:16:30.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my "person"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;remember that bumpy roads lead to very smooth highways and exciting joyrides. and may it be bumpy road or smooth highway, i will be your co-pilot or even the backseat driver that you need. i can&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/ReZ4_NtD-DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bU3LUThxQ3k/s1600-h/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036846260666234930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/ReZ4_NtD-DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bU3LUThxQ3k/s200/friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; even take the steering wheel and drive for you (yun nga lang wala akong driver's license. hehehe). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at hindi lang si san miguel beer ang kakampi mo. the "j" friend club mandaluyong chapter will always be here for you. even if you are "drugs" or not. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;soon enough, everything will be ok and you will be back to your old self. may it be the shiny happy person or your dark cynical self. either way, you are my person... and i am your person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i love you... and remember that anything that doesn't kill you, makes you a better person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*photo courtesy of fotosearch.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-482649374752774347?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/482649374752774347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=482649374752774347&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/482649374752774347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/482649374752774347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/03/to-my-person.html' title='to my &quot;person&quot;'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__R2Hn5s3ETg/ReZ4_NtD-DI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bU3LUThxQ3k/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-5399146624899864767</id><published>2007-02-23T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T15:04:59.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer '07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's starting to feel like i'm inside a sauna in my room at night. this is one sure sign that summer is just around the corner. it's time to rummage my closet and bring out the bikinis! it's time to hit the beach and have some fun in the sun. and it's time to have that perfect tan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and just maybe, it's about time i learn how to swim! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-5399146624899864767?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5399146624899864767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=5399146624899864767&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/5399146624899864767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/5399146624899864767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/summer-07.html' title='summer &apos;07'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-117030078178819852</id><published>2007-02-01T11:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:33:01.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE (wedding/theme) SONG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Feels Like Home"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;by: Chantal Kreviazuk (Dawson's Creek soundtrack)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somethin' in your eyes, makes me wanna lose myself&lt;br /&gt;Makes me wanna lose myself, in your arms&lt;br /&gt;There's somethin' in your voice, makes my heart beat fast&lt;br /&gt;Hope this feeling lasts, the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you knew how lonely my life has been&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've been so alone&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how I wanted someone to come along&lt;br /&gt;And change my life the way you've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I come from&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A window breaks, down a long, dark street&lt;br /&gt;And a siren wails in the night&lt;br /&gt;But I'm alright, 'cause I have you here with me&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost see, through the dark there is light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you knew how much this moment means to me&lt;br /&gt;And how long I've waited for your touch&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew how happy you are making me&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I'd love anyone so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way the back where I come from&lt;br /&gt;It feels like home to me, it feels like home to me&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-117030078178819852?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/117030078178819852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=117030078178819852&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/117030078178819852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/117030078178819852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/02/weddingtheme-song.html' title='THE (wedding/theme) SONG'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-117022047562542052</id><published>2007-01-31T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T13:14:35.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at the end of each day,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;all i've got is you... and God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1583/3075/320/288308/gwapo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you for being my rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-117022047562542052?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/117022047562542052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/117022047562542052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/at-end-of-each-day.html' title='at the end of each day,'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116968911959882478</id><published>2007-01-25T09:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T09:38:39.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear God,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm scared for tomorrow. really, really freakin' scared. as i told a friend i think im going to get sick just thinking about that thing tomorrow. You know how much i want it because that would be my ticket to "freedom" so to speak. just help me get through it with flying colors...uhm, no... just help me get through it without making a fool out of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm going there blind but with complete faith in You. beacuse i know that You will be the ultimate judge on what direction my life should take. but God, just please give me enough courage and self-confidence for it. please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;amen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116968911959882478?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116968911959882478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116968911959882478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116968911959882478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116968911959882478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/dear-god.html' title='dear God,'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116830589400340870</id><published>2007-01-09T09:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T09:24:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(untitled)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm not perfect...like the rest of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so, deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116830589400340870?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116830589400340870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116830589400340870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/untitled.html' title='(untitled)'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116770287888617325</id><published>2007-01-02T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:54:38.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>starting 2007 on a sour note</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you thought wedding announcements should be a reason for celebration especially from people you think are very close to your heart. but certain people wouldn't react the way you want them to because the cat is out of the bag. they never really liked you. and since this ain't a perfect world and a perfect life, you just have to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you are scared enough starting a new chapter in life and it doesn't help when people tell you to do things which is completely different from your faith. there are certain things that can't be compromised. over your dead body as you would put it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tougher times are still to come. as the days and months pass by, the pressure will continue to build up. the only thing to do is hang on and believe that you can surpass it. remember that he loves you so much and nothing will change it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as he assured you, by hook or by crook a wedding will take place in september 2007... or earlier.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116770287888617325?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116770287888617325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116770287888617325&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116770287888617325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116770287888617325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2007/01/starting-2007-on-sour-note.html' title='starting 2007 on a sour note'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116720510712202400</id><published>2006-12-27T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:38:27.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holiday shout out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Holidays to everyone!!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always remember the TRUE meaning of the season and celebration. See y'all in 2007. And i'm so looking forward to 2007. Cheers to everyone! Mwah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116720510712202400?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116720510712202400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116720510712202400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116720510712202400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116720510712202400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday-shout-out.html' title='holiday shout out'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116581526231528692</id><published>2006-12-11T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T14:27:39.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back from the grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm alive &amp; kicking once again. it feels great to be back talking about nothing and pretending to write about something. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's just two weeks before christmas and i still don't feel "christmas-y". it's probably because edward's still in china and we haven't done our holiday gift shopping. and Lord, i hope his trip doesn't get extended for another week or so. i dont want him spending this christmas away from me and his family. and i miss him terribly!!! :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had my eyes checked yesterday and got a new pair of glasses since my eyesight is getting worse. i think it's payback from all those years of reading in not-so properly lit areas &amp; reading inside moving vehicles. should have listened to my mom more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;while shopping for havaianas that i plan to give mikey (my pseudo godchild), i ended up buying a pair of my own. sigh! i know! i couldn't help it. they were so beautiful and begging me to buy them. yeah, i'm just making excuses for myself. i'm praying that the next time i hunt for mikey's havs i wouldn't be tempted to buy another pair for myself. &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;i got bored with my curly hair so i'm back to shiny straight black hair. oh, and with a little bangs too. ;-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;is 2007 a year for weddings? well for my social circle that is. i already know a handful of people who are tying the knot in 2007 which of course includes edward &amp; me. but my excitement escalated when i found out that one of my closest friends is also getting married next year to her long time boo. it will definitely be a fun year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116581526231528692?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116581526231528692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116581526231528692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116581526231528692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116581526231528692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-from-grave.html' title='back from the grave'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116358521643512799</id><published>2006-11-15T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T18:06:57.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going awol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm taking some break from the blogging world. i need to focus, think and understand things. i would like to learn more about myself with the changes about to happen in my oh-so boring life. a lot of things scare me these days and i don't think it would be good for me to blog it here or even tell the world about it. sometimes, you should be quiet and be still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to my friends who really want to get in touch with me during my blog hiatus, you know where to find or reach me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i might take a peek from time to time. i'm taking time off from blogging but it doesn't mean i'm going to go invisible in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116358521643512799?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116358521643512799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116358521643512799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116358521643512799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116358521643512799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/going-awol.html' title='going awol'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116297019006222337</id><published>2006-11-08T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T15:45:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my next career: personal shopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when the "project" is done, most of my time will be devoted to launching my new career as a personal shopper. this can really be exciting even if it entails a lot of research, interviews and running around. but who cares. shopping is one of the things i'm really good at. and it's also one of the things that i wouldn't be bored doing. imagine, all you need to do is shop and you get paid for it too. coolness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so if you are interested to test my shopping powers, just holler. spread the word. i might be the next best personal shopper in town. hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to Become a Personal Shopper &lt;/strong&gt;(taken from &lt;a href="http://www.ehow.com"&gt;www.ehow.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to shop? Turn that passion into a money-making venture and become a personal shopper. Yes, you can get paid to shop for others!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 1:&lt;/strong&gt; Get some experience. Retail sales will give you a great foundation. You'll be in touch with products, trends, brand names and price points. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 2:&lt;/strong&gt; Do your research. If you want to dress someone else, you must know a lot about that person's profession, including what they need to wear and what styles and colors are acceptable. Talk to store buyers and flip through the monthly fashion magazines to keep up with trends and hot new labels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 3:&lt;/strong&gt; Take notes and build a library. Log everything you did and didn't sell to a client, why you chose it and how the client did with the purchase. Analyze the trends and develop your own ideas about how they can be worked into a man's or a woman's wardrobe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 4:&lt;/strong&gt; Make the transition from being a popular sales associate at a department store to being a personal shopper. Show store management the amount of revenue you've brought in over a year and your thick address book of active clients. Get written testimonials from your regulars about how much they value your services and trust your skills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 5:&lt;/strong&gt; Go solo by organizing your skills and marketing your portfolio. Start with colleagues from your previous profession, friends, relatives and neighbors. Target busy men and women whose professions dictate a certain dress and leave them little time or energy to get their closets together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STEP 6:&lt;/strong&gt; Get on the phone or send e-mail. Whether you're employed by a store or working solo, your clients are busy - that's why they've enlisted your services. It's up to you to tell them all about the latest styles that complement their wardrobes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tips &amp;amp; Warnings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Know your client's budget and respect it. Always offer your clients a variety of options, but avoid exceeding their budgets. You'll establish a bond and trust with your clients and keep them coming back for your services. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversify your offerings. Give your clients the option of using your services for corporate or family gift giving. Target Christmas well in advance, and over time become acquainted with the special dates your clients and their relatives may celebrate: anniversaries, birthdays, graduations and so forth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116297019006222337?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116297019006222337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116297019006222337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116297019006222337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116297019006222337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-next-career-personal-shopper.html' title='my next career: personal shopper'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116280406537387482</id><published>2006-11-06T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T17:07:45.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quotable quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; callie (to george) : don't chase me anymore... unless you're ready to catch me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116280406537387482?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116280406537387482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116280406537387482&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116280406537387482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116280406537387482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/11/quotable-quote.html' title='quotable quote'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116183612535029176</id><published>2006-10-26T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:27:07.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cheesy post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;read at your own risk. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dear Edward,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello b! And welcome to my blog. Hehehe. I know that you were a bit disappointed or even hurt when I refused to give you my new blog address. I kept telling you that it is my personal space and I don’t really see the need for you to see it. But then again, I realized that you never did spy on my old blogs. Yes, you visited them from time to time but you didn’t really invade my privacy. I’m sorry for not giving it to you earlier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;There were instances in the past that I wasn’t really the “ideal” girlfriend. I was stubborn and hard-headed. But you know that already. As nanay told you early on our relationship, I’m not an easy girl to deal with. So thank you for being sssoooo patient with me. People just don’t have any idea how patient you are with all my mood swings and multiple personalities. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our spat early on this year was really scary. I was about to give up. And I&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/away.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; thought that breaking up was the only way to straighten things out. I was preparing myself for the worse case scenario which was losing you for good. But God has His own way of solving problems. He showed us that what we have is something that other people still wish of having. And I guess, you never did let go of me. You loved me even at the toughest times. You loved me even if you were hurting. You were strong for the both of us. And from that day on I was 200% sure that you were really the one I am going to spend the rest of my life with. You were the one that God has molded to be my partner in life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you for believing in me and in our relationship. We both know that the&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/couple.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re will still be bumpy roads ahead for us but I know that we will be able to survive it. Because we will continue to fight and protect this wonderful four-year relationship.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was so used to taking care of everyone else. There are even times when I feel so unappreciated. I’m so thankful that you are in my life to take care of me…as in really take care of me. It’s nice to know that I am being taken cared of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/couple.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/couple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are a lot of things I should thank you for. And this space wouldn’t really be enough. So here are some of my thank-you’s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you for loving me more and more each day. Thank you for always brightening up my day. Thank you for not being the typical guy who’s so into video games because you are always able to give me your undivided attention (peace friends! Hehehe). Thank you for watching basketball with me and sincerely enjoying it. Thank you for making me watch my favorite TV shows and waiting for it to be over before you call at home. Thank you for making me have a lot of crushes and being cool about it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thank you for being selfish (you know what this means. Hahaha). Thank you for being paranoid about my safety. And thank you for being the only person who can make me shut up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I love you so much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I see beautiful days with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel beautiful ways of loving you&lt;br /&gt;You’ve touched my heart so deeply&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t thank God enough&lt;br /&gt;For all the beautiful days with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel beautiful ways of loving you&lt;br /&gt;Everything is just so wonderful&lt;br /&gt;Every little thing is just so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;When I spend it with you"– &lt;em&gt;Beautiful Days, Kyla&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*photos courtesy of fotosearch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116183612535029176?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116183612535029176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116183612535029176&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116183612535029176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116183612535029176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/cheesy-post.html' title='the cheesy post'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116174225020477245</id><published>2006-10-25T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T10:10:50.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high on happy pills</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i’m bursting with so much happiness and love!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy, happy!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;joy, joy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;here's a hug for everyone ---&gt; *hhhhhuuuuugggggggg* !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116174225020477245?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116174225020477245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116174225020477245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116174225020477245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116174225020477245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/high-on-happy-pills.html' title='high on happy pills'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116098745672381526</id><published>2006-10-16T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T16:30:56.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season 3, episode 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you deserve to be happy. you deserve someone who will take care of you. you deserve someone who will not hurt you. he’s the better guy. i’m walking away."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so, what time does visiting hours start in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"you shouldn’t do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it’s ok, really."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"no, you shouldn’t do that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so it’s _______. can i ask why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"you are a wonderful person. you are an amazing person. you are even the better the guy. but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"he’s the one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"i’m sorry. i wish he wasn’t. but he is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"you know he’s gonna hurt you again...and if he does hurt you again, i won’t be here anymore... be careful meredith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's a must-see episode. don't forget to arm yourself with kleenex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116098745672381526?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116098745672381526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116098745672381526&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116098745672381526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116098745672381526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/season-3-episode-4.html' title='season 3, episode 4'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116072894414961883</id><published>2006-10-13T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:45:08.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sshhh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm really good at keeping secrets. my friends can attest to that. but sometimes, it's hard keeping a secret especially when it's really worth sharing with the rest of the world. sigh! my hands are tied and my lips are sealed. i promised not to tell a soul. this is the downside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so for now, this is the only thing i can do... be quiet and be still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(note to self: gosh jen! you're actually growing up. hahaha.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116072894414961883?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116072894414961883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116072894414961883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116072894414961883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116072894414961883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/sshhh.html' title='sshhh!'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-116036220383454506</id><published>2006-10-09T10:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T13:20:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cool off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;everybody knows how much i love and adore you. but i think that this is the right time to take things slow. i have to keep my distance from you. this is a hard decision and it would be really tough for me. i will avoid you at all cost because it is the right thing to do for now. i won’t say goodbye because i believe that it won’t be long before we will be reunited. we will be together again once i get to secure my future and the “plan” is in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being with me on my out-of-town trips. thank you for spending a whole day with me shopping or just window shopping. thank you for always making me feel and look pretty. thank you for always being reliable. you always made me feel comfortable and secure. thank you for all the wonderful memories we shared together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the three amazing years and the 12 beautiful pairs… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/main_pics_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-116036220383454506?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/116036220383454506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=116036220383454506&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116036220383454506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/116036220383454506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/cool-off.html' title='cool off'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115985125255963681</id><published>2006-10-03T12:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T17:58:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how bitter &amp; arrogant can you get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"win or lose, it's the school we choose."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this is what you can come up with after losing the championship which you predicted &amp;amp; bragged to be in the bag early on the eliminations?! talk about being a good sport?! tsk. tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115985125255963681?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115985125255963681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115985125255963681&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115985125255963681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115985125255963681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-bitter-arrogant-can-you-get.html' title='how bitter &amp; arrogant can you get'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115881865909334205</id><published>2006-09-21T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:11:09.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me want this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/7390_01_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/7390_01_low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nokia 7390 (the first 3G fashion phone of Nokia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/7390_03_low.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;forget the dolce &amp;amp; gabbana gold motorola razr v3i! this is the mobile phone to beat (at least for me). this nokia 7390 is just über-ly sexy! it's powder pink! it has a 3 megapixel camera and up to 2GB expandable memory. it's a clam shell phone and it's powder pink!!!! yeah i'm a sucker for the color pink.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;thanks to &lt;a href="http://nocturnalangel2.blogspot.com"&gt;pam&lt;/a&gt; beacuse i was able to dicover this baby through her blog. gawd! i'm even willing to let go of my n70 just to have this phone. according to the nokia webiste, it's planned for release on the 4th quarter of 2006. hmm... that gives me time to really save up for it. hehehe. i'm hoping that edward wouldn't have any objections in my getting this mobile phone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115881865909334205?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115881865909334205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115881865909334205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115881865909334205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115881865909334205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/me-want-this.html' title='me want this!'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115822535999525442</id><published>2006-09-14T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T15:51:01.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missed opportunities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for some reason, i have been the anti-social when it comes to parties, cocktails or karaoke nights which involved our clients. i had to drag my feet when i get invited to their functions or parties. i mean, i am your slave (for 8-10 hours a day, for 5-6 days a week) and you still want to see me after work?! seriously, that’s too much “bonding” for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t get me wrong. i appreciate all their invites and i really don’t mind having chit chats or casual hi’s and hellos with all of them but that’s about it. we are not friends so lets not all pretend that we are. besides, being in a party where i really don’t know a lot of people make me a bit awkward…and bored. that’s why i’m thankful to my bosses for being in the “party scene” with the clients (but sometimes, i know they don’t want to go too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last july, boss #2 asked me to accompany him at a magazine launch for a client. i told boss #2 that I wouldn’t go because i have things to finish at the office. and i’m not really that hands-on for this specific account so i wouldn’t really know what to do there. so off he went to the launch. an hour or so has passed and boss #2 called me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boss #2:&lt;/strong&gt; jen, hulaan mo kung sino andito sa launch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; uhm, si ___________. (some person we all despise at that time. hehehe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boss #2:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi. Si JAZA kaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi nga sir?! (my heart was starting to leap.) SI JAZA?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boss #2:&lt;/strong&gt; oo nga. nag-kwentuhan pa nga kami e. (boss #2 used to work closely with JAZA and fernando during his stint at ayala land)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hay. hay. andyan pa siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boss #2:&lt;/strong&gt; wala na. he stayed for only a few minutes. dapat talga sumama ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, i SHOULD have been there. that would be another JAZA moment for me aside from my sharing an elevator with him at intercon a few yeasr back. i might even ask him to pose with me for a photo. that would truly be a kodak worthy moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in august, the same client transferred to a bigger office and celebrated their anniversary. so naturally, we were invited to the party. again, i decided not to go and my bosses were cool about it. they were also having second thoughts of going but they had no choice really. they decided to stay for two hours tops and leave the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a last minute convincing, my counterpart at the client side even texted and persuaded me to go. “jen, it’s a party. free food. overflowing booze,” she said. i politely declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few days ago, boss #2 and i were viewing a cd of their party photos and hoping we can find something decent for a photo release. We were laughing our heads off with every photo because of our silly comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then came this photo……&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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/ely%20buendia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; “ Si ELY BUENDIA!!!” (screaming!) Sir! Si ELY Buendia andun!!!! (i was jumping up and down while saying this.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boss #2:&lt;/strong&gt; di yan si ely noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; sir! believe me! that’s ely buendia! i’m 210% sure!!! bakit hindi nyo sinabi sa akin na pumunta siya sa party?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boss #2:&lt;/strong&gt; di ko rin alam. kasi maaga din kami umalis e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; huhuhu. sayang naman. sana nakita ko ulit sa ely buendia in the flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boss #2:&lt;/strong&gt; ikaw kasi e. sabi syo sumama ka pag may party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; sabi ko nga e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let it be lessons learned for me. i should allow my bosses to drag me to client parties or functions. coz i don’t know who i will miss seeing next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an after thought: &lt;em&gt;i should allow my bosses to drag me to client parties or functions???&lt;/em&gt; NOT! ;-D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115822535999525442?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115822535999525442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115822535999525442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115822535999525442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115822535999525442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/missed-opportunities.html' title='missed opportunities'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115795167733969594</id><published>2006-09-11T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T14:32:21.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what i have done in my lifetime... so far</title><content type='html'>snatched this from &lt;a href="http://lookma.blogdrive.com"&gt;wrigz&lt;/a&gt;, who got it from &lt;a href="http://yayaba.blogspot.com"&gt;mommyba's blog&lt;/a&gt;. after doing this sort of quiz, i realized that i need to travel more and explore the world soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instruction: Highlight the ones you've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;br /&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;20. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;30. Had a snowball fight - wala kayang snow sa Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;br /&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love - don't ask me for details&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs – the o.c. in me&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero – I act as one when Edward is sick and needs to be taken cared of.&lt;br /&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;60. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain - just pure bliss!&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Started a business – and it died a natural death&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken – because I’m still in love with the same man up to now. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;71. Played DVD for more than 6 hours straight – tv series/movie marathons!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo – just henna tattoo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;88. Had a one-night stand – hahaha! Natawa ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Raised children – still raising my two younger sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone's heart – haaay. sorry. sorry. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper – that’s what you get being in the PR industry&lt;br /&gt;129. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;132. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey – even made a book report on both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;135. Selected one "important" author who you missed in school, and read&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;150. Saved someone's life – more of figuratively speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try. It’s fun and you might even realize something about yourself after doing this. Oh, and let me know so I can see your list too. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115795167733969594?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115795167733969594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115795167733969594&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115795167733969594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115795167733969594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/what-i-have-done-in-my-lifetime-so-far.html' title='what i have done in my lifetime... so far'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115770321597602273</id><published>2006-09-08T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T16:13:35.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>then &amp; now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then:&lt;/strong&gt; i want to be a sports writer. my life used to revolve around sports too much that i want to be in the thick of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now:&lt;/strong&gt; i just love watching sports especially basketball and formula 1 car racing and write from time to time about it in my blog. but i don’t want a career in sports because it doesn’t really pay that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then:&lt;/strong&gt; i was a tomboy. i couldn’t care less what i was wearing and don’t even wear make-up. a shirt, pair of jeans and sneakers, i was good to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now:&lt;/strong&gt; i wear make-up and have perfected the “no make-up” kind of look. i love wearing minis and a bit obsessed about fashion. i love doing makeovers and mixing and matching clothes. yeah, i’m such a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then:&lt;/strong&gt; i wear a lot of killer stilettos. i used to run in 4-inch heels during press events and don’t have any sore feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now:&lt;/strong&gt; havaianas baby!!! no need to expound on that. (but for press events, i go for flats or 2-inch heels)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then:&lt;/strong&gt; junk food was my staple food. my mom used to give a long sermon saying that junk food is bad for me and yada, yada, yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now:&lt;/strong&gt;  i barely eat junk food. and i try to stay away from it. (naks!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then:&lt;/strong&gt; never saw myself getting married. i used to think that i wasn’t the marrying type. i even planned of getting a sperm donor when i reach a certain age so i can have my own my baby, instead of having a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now:&lt;/strong&gt; i’m so looking forward to the day of tying-the-knot with edward and have my own family. we even have names for our future baby/babies ready already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then:&lt;/strong&gt; i always dreamed of a big, lavish wedding. you know the type where you want specific type of expensive flowers, specific expensive venue, a very beautiful wedding gown with a big tag price, a very nice loot bag for the guests… oh you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now:&lt;/strong&gt; i just want my wedding to be simple and meaningful. no grand plans, no elaborate details. i don’t really care where my wedding would be. all i need is for edward to be there. but of course i will still have a nice (but affordable) dress. probably resembling one of monique lhuillier or vera wang’s designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then:&lt;/strong&gt; drama princess…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now:&lt;/strong&gt; ice queen. still working on it but getting there.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115770321597602273?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115770321597602273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115770321597602273&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115770321597602273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115770321597602273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/then-now.html' title='then &amp; now'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115742231445267425</id><published>2006-09-05T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T13:56:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iskolar ng bayan, ngayon ay lumalaban</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for those not in the know, our so-called justice secretary raul gonzalez branded our beloved school, university of the philippines, as a “school that breeds destabilizers that haunt the country every year.” he even poked fun at the oblation run saying that they are just a bunch of naked men running around campus. he also accused u.p. students as ungrateful since it is the state that lets us go to school but we are the same breed who wants to topple or ruin the state. he ended by saying that he was proud to be a product of ust and that is the reason why he is “well-behaved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was fuming mad while reading the article. i was cursing him and defending my school for everything he accused it of. i promised myself to blog all about it the following day and give him hell for it. but after some thought, i realized that trying to answer every point our so-called secretary of justice raised would mean going down his level. after all, it is in u.p. that i learned to respect opinions of others no matter how different it is from mine. it is also in u.p. that i learned that you shouldn’t push your own beliefs unto others and saying that it is the right one. but it is also in u.p. where we were taught about fighting for justice and equal rights. and so i waited for the proper time to organize my thoughts and defend my school. i didn’t want to sound bitter, angry or furious when i give my two-cents worth on the issue. i just wanted my answer to be factual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but lo and behold, pat evangelista had the same thing in mind. she wrote a rebuttal on her column in the philippine daily inquirer last sunday. i was smiling and felt really proud while reading her column. “my sentiments exactly” is all i can say. i’m posting her column here so everyone would have a chance to read it again. and let our so-called justice secretary know that this the way iskolar ng bayans choose to fight battles… the educated and civilized way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REBEL WITHOUT A CLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Payback&lt;br /&gt;By Patricia Evangelista&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Published on page A11 of the September 3, 2006 issue of the Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE recently learned that I owe a debt of gratitude to Justice Secretary Raul Gonzalez. “Some degree of gratitude,” must be due to the fact that I spent my college life in the University of the Philippines. I apologize for my omission, and can think of no way more apt than to share what he calls the “world-class education” that I have acquired in the four years I spent in UP. I will attempt to do justice to the underpaid and overworked professors who teach with ancient blackboards where today’s lectures are superimposed over diagrams from three years before. If I cannot, perhaps the good secretary would be interested in taking the class I took in my freshman year—Philo 11: Introduction to Logic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a statement just this week, Gonzalez laments the decline in quality of UP graduates. “That school,” he thunders, “breeds the destabilizers that haunt the country every year.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the interest of clarity, let us define the word “destabilizer.” A destabilizer, or an obstructionist, is one who deliberately chooses to oppose current norms. They mistrust much of what is claimed, perpetually demand for answers and admit only truths that they believe have basis in fact, logic, theory, precedence or their own personal standards. In the academe, however, they are called neither destabilizers nor obstructionists. The common word for these vile creatures is “scholar.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason students are sent to school is not to learn how to parrot government memoranda, or memorize the capitals of provinces in alphabetical order. Students study to learn how to think—not just to acquire a sheet of printed parchment to post on the wall. The capacity for critical thought is what separates the man from the beast. A dog can be trained how to sit, a monkey can walk across a tightrope, but it is the man who can choose to stand up and speak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what Gonzalez believes, it is not opposition to the government that characterizes the UP scholar. It is the opposition to passive acceptance, and a compulsion for thought. Gonzalez claims that he is not against all UP students, God forbid, because there are some who are “bright and good.” I assume he means those of us who do not rally, who do not march, who do not choose to side with the Left. By “bright and good,” he means “bright and good to the government of GMA.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is the people’s taxes that is keeping UP alive,” he claims. Agreed. “It is the State that is paying for their schooling.” Agreed. “I think some degree of gratitude should be there also.” Agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There is a difference, however, between the State and Secretary Gonzalez. He is not the State, however much he tries to convince us. Neither is the government of Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo. The State is the people, the debt is to the people, the gratitude is to those who paid their taxes in the hope that the country’s best and brightest will do some good in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The academe, more than anywhere else, is the hotbed of debate, a place where multiple perspectives clash, and every sort of ideology, theory and philosophy has a place. Disagreement is a norm, and is seen as a manifestation of critical thought. That UP breeds destabilizers is not a bad thing—after all, if stability means the kind of government we have today, then I stand for destabilization, too. All of us agree on our debt to the country—all of us want to pursue the national interest. But because we are scholars, because we are taught to think, the manner we pursue that national interest and the definition of that national interest vary from student to student. The red-shirted activist in Mendiola is no less aware of that debt than the political science student who plans to join government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This need to check the government, Gonzalez claims, “is degrading the national interest.” Who defines national interest? To Gonzalez, certainly not the people, and certainly not those who have been shot, strangled and maimed because of the administration’s relentless pursuit of national interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Democracy is not the absence of dissent; it is the tolerance of the freedom to dissent, and the awareness that dissent can check the State’s enormous power. And still Justice Secretary Gonzales, in all smugness, demands that this “high tolerance to educational freedom,” should be raised in the annual budget hearing. I cannot believe I live in a country where education is threatened because it is used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is not simply an issue of an old man trying to strut his machismo by aiming potshots at students. It may be hard to believe—as this is the man who, I have a sneaking suspicion, is the opposition’s hired gun, the man who “forgave” Susan Roces because she was “too pretty to put in jail,” the man who told former President Aquino to first take care of her controversial daughter Kris before she opposes GMA; and the same man who claimed that the only reason he didn’t absolve three suspects in the Subic Bay rape case was that he had to “appease the mob.” He is the man whose snappy comeback to the impromptu Oblation Run held a week ago was to ask the fraternity men to “take off your masks and run naked.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But irrelevant of the man, his denouncement of UP is an attempt—no matter how moronic, and no matter how laughable—to justify actions that would otherwise be unjustifiable. It is one of the dozens of persistent suggestions that the government is always on the side of right, that to oppose it is treachery and that to question it is to go against all standards of morality, honesty and patriotism. And all this is dangerous, at a time when people are tired of marching in the streets, tired of throwing out one corrupt leader after another, tired of the perpetual struggle for the rights and freedoms that are inexplicably being curtailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The government thrusts us back into the Dark Ages, where leaders are omnipotent and “the people” do not exist. Right is right, and wrong is wrong, and probing into the nature of the “enemy” is assumed to be support for the enemy. Those who oppose policies are “destabilizers,” or “NPA sympathizers” or “oppositionists.” To report truth that will compromise government approval ratings is “inciting to sedition,” a crime of which Gonzalez once accused the Philippine Center for Investigative Journalism. “Why fight the State?” Gonzalez demands, “Why try to bring it down?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gonzalez claims that he is proud to say he is from the University of Sto. Tomas, and that it is the reason he is “well-behaved.” I offer my sympathies to UST, and since I am also aware that there is much that is “bright and good’” in that school, I believe Gonzalez must be a case where good education has failed in creating an educated man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If this man is the epitome of what it is to be well-behaved, I’m glad that that’s a compliment I’ve never been paid.&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115742231445267425?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115742231445267425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115742231445267425&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115742231445267425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115742231445267425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/iskolar-ng-bayan-ngayon-ay-lumalaban.html' title='iskolar ng bayan, ngayon ay lumalaban'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115735940602751243</id><published>2006-09-04T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:43:26.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the devil wears prada</title><content type='html'>(not really a movie review)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/prada_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;marc jacobs, jimmy choos, manolo blahnik, chanel, dolce &amp; gabbana, valentino and of course, prada all in one movie almost made me hyperventilate. i got my eyes glued on the screen because of the shoes, clothes and bags. truly a sight for sore eyes. my god! it is really one job to die for. i mean just to get my hands on those brands and getting to keep them for free would be heaven on earth. &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;prior to watching the movie, i had some doubts if meryl streep can pull off the “&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/prada_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/prada_10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;glamorous” side of miranda. because acting wise, no doubt about it. she’s an oscar winner for crying out loud. but true enough like any other great actress, meryl streep delivered with flying colors. she was transformed into this beautiful, sophisticated and glamorous woman. i liked her acting so much because she was “under acting” (i’m not sure though if that’s the right term for it). she had this monotone all throughout the movie. she never shouted or raised her voice. i so heart miranda and meryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;edward will tell you that this is not a chick flick. he enjoyed watching it and laughed on much parts of the movie. he loved it so much that he wants to watch it again. but my “girlfriend instinct” tells me that he loves the movie because of anne hathaway. and he’s paying too much attention to anne hathaway now because of her short breast exposure scene in the movie brokeback mountain. hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;some quotes that got a lot of laughs from me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;miranda: where’s my coffee? I wonder, did she die or something?&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;andy: ok… could you spell gabbana for me?&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;nigel: oh yeah, the multi-billion dollar (beauty and fashion) industry is all about inner beauty.&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;andy: doesn't anybody eat around here? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nigel: not since two is the new four and zero is the new two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;andy: well, i'm a six... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nigel: Aha, the new fourteen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;emily: i'm on this new diet for paris. i don't eat anything... and then when i feel like i'm about to faint, i eat a cube of cheese. &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;**************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;miranda: yes, move at a glacial pace. you know how that thrills me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115735940602751243?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115735940602751243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115735940602751243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115735940602751243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115735940602751243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/devil-wears-prada.html' title='the devil wears prada'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115734486710317498</id><published>2006-09-04T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T12:41:07.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a basketball post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;through sms yesterday &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;draiye: jen! may gwapo na player ang u.p. #15. di ko pa nakikita name niya. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me: nestor david. 5th year nya na. philo ang course. he’s the team captain. and a very nice guy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;draiye: grabe! wala ka pa rin kupas. you still know the players. he’s really cute ha. sige, hanapin ko yung crush mo dito. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;crush wouldn’t mind if he takes a backseat for this post. after all, he has four more years to go in the uaap. this is my sort of tribute to nestor david who played his last game yesterday as collegiate ball player. he’s one of the nice guys who played in the uaap. i don’t know him personally, but according to my sources and commentators, he’s a gentleman. i remember the 2nd round match between u.p. and ateneo when u.p. threatened a walk-out because of bad officiating and throwing coach lipa out of the court. david was the one mediating between the u.p. coaching staff and referees. he had the cooler head that time when everyone around him would like &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/UP%20david.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/UP%20david.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to strangle the refs and kill the ateneo camp (coz that’s also what I felt that time. hahaha.). and for that i truly admire him. he plays with his heart and intensity. he plays clean and never hurt any player for that matter. of course, there was a time when he and asoro of nu trash talked and nearly got it on. but after the game, they shook hands and went on with their lives. he always looked out for his teammates. he was like this big brother always ready to help&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;out the young ones. he is a good power forward too. he has perfected his medium range shot &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;doing the “ballet” in the shaded lane. he is also one of the few big men who can dribble and bring down the ball during a full court press. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yesterday was the only time i saw him goofy in the playing court. he was always to serious during a game. yesterday, he was a having blast. the first few times he scored he would look at the u.p. crowd and bench and smile from ear to ear while trying to do a silly dance. he even joked with the referees and smiled at a foul or any call that came his way last night. it was nice seeing him that way. even sev sarmenta (commentator for that game) saw the different intensity and “fun” in how david was playing. he was savoring every minute of it. i guess he wanted to his last game to be memorable. and it truly was coz they won against ue even if it has no bearing in the standings already. it’s kinda sad when i realize that he won’t be at the up roster next year. he’s one of u.p.’s best players. and okay, he’s also cute. hahaha. edward even calls him babyface because he doesn’t look his age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;so, i guess this is the part i say thanks to you nestor david. thanks for being part of the u.p. fighting maroons who i support and rant at the same time in some occasions. hehehe. thanks for giving it your all every game. thanks for always playing with your heart. thanks for being a nice guy. there’s nowhere else to go but up for you. there’s pbl come october or novemeber? and hopefully, get drafted in the pba next year. kudos to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*photo courtsey of rpsports.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115734486710317498?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115734486710317498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115734486710317498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115734486710317498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115734486710317498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/basketball-post.html' title='a basketball post'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115709223901855601</id><published>2006-09-01T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T14:32:40.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>super extra challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(a.ka. note to oneself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from a drama princess, try being an ice queen once again. you were brilliant at it before. so it won’t be too hard transforming into one again. it would be better that way. less hurt, less mistakes and no expectations. it worked for you in the past. being oblivious and caring less about things happening around you used to be so fun. so might as well give it another shot. the drama princess got you into trouble and hurt your “ego” &amp;amp; feelings because people took you for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it’s better to bring back the ice queen in you. come on, give it a try. it wouldn’t hurt right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115709223901855601?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115709223901855601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115709223901855601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115709223901855601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115709223901855601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/09/super-extra-challenge.html' title='super extra challenge'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115674592261986534</id><published>2006-08-28T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T15:34:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>joining the bandwagon</title><content type='html'>i've seen the music shuffle at my friends' blogs, so might as well give it a try. and it's actually fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your music player on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. Press forward for each question.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use the song title as the answer to the question even if it doesn't make sense. NO CHEATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Do I need a reason (d’ Sound)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get far in life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway (The Corrs) hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tattooed on my Mind (d’ Sound) really now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you get married?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Forget About Us (Mariah Carey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Iris (Goo goo Dolls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary People (John Legend) huh? I thought I wans’t ordinary. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was high school like?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallin’ (Tata Young) those were the days my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Unwell (Matchbox 20) huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Why (Avril Lavigne) ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is today going to be like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Officially Missing You (Tamia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is in store for this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We belong together (Mariah Carey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song Describes you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Last Cry (Justin Timberlake) iyakin ako ganun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To describe your grandparents?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selfish (Sunset Daze)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I Melt with you (Jason Mraz)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weak (SWV) kanina iyakin ako, ngayon weak naman. Huhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I’m with You (Avril Lavigne)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you have a happy life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get right (JLo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do your friends really think of you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I’m not inlove with you (Kathy Trocolli)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do people secretly lust after you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Someone to watch over me (Sting) scary!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ikaw lang mamahalin (Joey Albert)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What should you do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s out of my Life (Josh Groban)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you ever have children?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t Cha (PCD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115674592261986534?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115674592261986534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115674592261986534&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115674592261986534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115674592261986534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/joining-bandwagon.html' title='joining the bandwagon'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115640016145216155</id><published>2006-08-24T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T14:16:01.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down &amp; out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i.am.tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.think.i’ve.reached.the.end.of.my.rope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.don’t.like.to.babysit.anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i’m.really.really.really.tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.wan.to.get.out.now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i.don't.want.to.be.a.slave.anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i.had.enough.of.this.crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115640016145216155?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115640016145216155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115640016145216155&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115640016145216155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115640016145216155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/down-out.html' title='down &amp; out'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115621781874343059</id><published>2006-08-22T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T12:32:35.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>indie films, dieting &amp; teen choice awards ‘06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;watched kubrador (the bet collector) last saturday with the family. gina pareño had a stellar performance! she was beyond superb. it’s as if she wasn’t acting but you can feel that there are a lot emotions bottled up inside her. she tries to survive her everyday life and woes which gives her no time to worry about the big things like the death of her son and taking care of herself. and the story line and direction, wow! i was also happy to see soliman cruz &amp; neil ryan sese (from the equally superb and multi-awarded film, ang pagdadalaga ni maximo oliveros) doing cameo roles. you should find time to watch kubrador because it’s one pinoy film worth seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of “maxi”, unitel will be showing the film again starting on sept. 20. it’s re-mastered in 35mm film. if you failed to catch it the first time around, this is the right time to go see it. it is definitely worth your money. &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; are so addicted to this film that &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; are going to watch it again. can’t wait to see ping medina in the big screen again. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im starting to get my rewards for dieting. i bought my first pair of skinny jeans last sunday from bayo. hooray! and i’m a size 1 (small)! yeay! it feels sooo good to reach my ideal weight again. the only problem now is maintaining it till my good friend’s wedding in october. my motivation for that is the über sexy bridesmaid dress i’m going to wear. hehehe. thanks to &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; for the constant motivation &amp; discipline &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; gives me. love &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; for that. mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw the teen choice 2006 awards at studio 23 last night. nelly furtado has really made a major transformation. whoa! you wouldn’t believe that she is the same gal who sang “i’m like a bird who only flies away…” a few years back. she looks HOT! and I totally dig her new her song “promiscuous.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what was all the fuss about kevin federline???!! i mean yeah he could rap but it’s nothing like seeing snoop dogg or even sean paul perform. i kinda expected a lot from his performance considering all the buzz of his debut performance. it wasn’t half bad but his rapping and song lacked the “umpf!” thing. you know what I mean when you like hiphop and r&amp;b music. for me, he will just always be MR. britney spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;johnny depp is sizzling hot! i could perfectly understand why all those teens kept shrieking and screaming last night that you can’t hear johnny depp’s speech for winning in the best actor category. i would be screaming my lungs out too if i saw him in person looking like that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115621781874343059?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115621781874343059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115621781874343059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115621781874343059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115621781874343059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/indie-films-dieting-teen-choice-awards.html' title='indie films, dieting &amp; teen choice awards ‘06'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115587084209160812</id><published>2006-08-18T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:14:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh no, not again?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend:&lt;/strong&gt; sabi sayo e. tindig pa lang ni ____ maangas na. ang aga pa lang nilagay niya na sa ulo niya na kaya dalin ang buong team. if he wants to be the go-to guy, he should learn to penetrate inside. hindi siya magaling. marunong lang siya mag-shoot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; dapat lang na maangas siya para hindi siya kayan-kayanin sa uaap. and how can you say na mayabang siya e ngayon mo lang siya napanood maglaro. i never said he can carry the team now. in the future pwede. he’s a shooting guard from the juniors division so he still needs to adjust. teams have scouted him na kasi he can shoot the lights out. besides, lipa has his full faith in him so who are we to say na he’s not good. give the guy a break. freshie lang siya. at kung maka-comment ka kala mo kung sino ka ding magaling maglaro. beh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend:&lt;/strong&gt; at hindi siya bj manalo part 2 sa lagay na yan?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; hindi nga. kulit mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend:&lt;/strong&gt; sabi mo e. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115587084209160812?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115587084209160812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115587084209160812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115587084209160812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115587084209160812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-no-not-again.html' title='oh no, not again?!'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115579851326207515</id><published>2006-08-17T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T17:20:06.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy post # 004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;@#?!  for not taking me seriously always! how dare you not take me seriously in MY area of expertise! how dare you not honor MY authority in my area of responsibility! how dare you insinuate that i'm a slow poke when it comes to making reports!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i have TONS of things to do everyday and i finish all of them with flying colors! i think ten steps ahead to anticipate what our bosses need and what clients expect! so do not ever, ever think that you know better than me. coz seriously that report you are worrying about is just a spec of all the things i need to worry about for the clients.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why don't we switch jobs for a week and see how well you do. i'm going to bet my whole 13th month pay and even my bonus that you will not last for two days. or worse, even one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i just couldn't wait to get out so all you minions will realize and appreciate my real value around here!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115579851326207515?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115579851326207515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115579851326207515&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115579851326207515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115579851326207515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/bitchy-post-004.html' title='bitchy post # 004'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115570068079275070</id><published>2006-08-16T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T17:27:46.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>he said, she said decoded</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;one afternoon in the sms world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; tapos na ko dito. uwi na ko or sunduin kita dyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; ok po. ingat. ikaw bahala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;him:&lt;/strong&gt; papunta na ko dyan. sabi mo kasi ako bahala. that means patay ako pag di kita sinundo. love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; =) hehehe. love u din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; has perfected the art of "reading between the lines" of a girl talking. it's also one of the million reasons why i love &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; so much.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115570068079275070?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115570068079275070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115570068079275070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115570068079275070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115570068079275070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-said-she-said-decoded.html' title='he said, she said decoded'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115553384800789599</id><published>2006-08-14T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:44:54.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear crush,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i don’t know you personally but i would pretend that i do just this once. don’t be too hard on yourself. you're so transparent that it shows you are frustrated. (but you still look so cute even if frustration is written all over your face. hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know for a player who has a shooter mentality like you, it is hard to fathom when you average 17 to 18 pts a game and suddenly drop to 4-6 points in the last two games. that’s really a bummer considering that you want your team to win. and losing a game can be an excruciating experience considering that you were from a championship team in the juniors division.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two games have been a learning experience for you. you weren’t able to get good looks at the basket. and the opponents really made sure that you were guarded tightly. i think coach should create plays particularly for you to make those shots. probably more screens and moving more without the ball. it wouldn’t hurt too if you practice more so you can be a better player as time passes by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, please don’t be too pressured of shooting that three. the more pressure you give yourself, the more prone you are to committing unnecessary mistakes on the court (just what happened in your game yesterday). just give it your best and the rest will follow, i guess. before you know it you are back in the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and look at it this way, these teams have guarded you so tightly because you are one scoring machine from the beyond the arc. they know you can shoot the lights out given the opportunity. you are a threat to them even if you’re the new kid on the block. you are simply the bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what matters is you have been given the license to shoot. coach believes in you so much that the he will continue to let you shoot until you get your rhythm/groove back. and what matters is you still have everyone (especially me) supporting and cheering you on be it a good or bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;relax, enjoy and don’t be too hard on yourself. give yourself a break. it’s only your first playing year. and i believe that in a few years time, you and the rest of the new recruits will give the school the most coveted championship. i am so looking forward to that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a side note, in case your career doesn’t really take off, you have a UP diploma to boast of. hahahaha. BUT it is impossible for your basketball career not to take off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;jen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115553384800789599?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115553384800789599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115553384800789599&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115553384800789599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115553384800789599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/dear-crush.html' title='dear crush,'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115526233071879820</id><published>2006-08-11T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T10:12:10.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eureka</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after some investigating and a sleepless night, i finally got it. i was so stupid not to have realized it soon enough. or i was probably just ignoring it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got it. i will always be an outsider who will just be able to see snippets of you. i am even probably the last one in your list of people to talk to. i can see that you can readily tell the whole world about what’s up with you but not to me. i was just probably delusional when i think that i know you and you know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should stop this nonsense NOW. i should stop pretending that we are what we are. i should stop trying to get in your world because seriously i think i’m not needed there. i should stop pushing my luck with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i never really fitted in your little perfect world. and this thing which i thought we have is just a hype in my head. i’m not mad nor hurt. i’m just humiliated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, i’m stopping right this very instance. coz i know i won’t be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115526233071879820?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115491502260734951</id><published>2006-08-07T09:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T09:43:42.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a teeny weeny crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;sigh! i'm crushing on this guy. like the crush you have in high school. giddy and butterflies in the stomach thing. can't wait to get a glimpse of him again. i so heart him. sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115491502260734951?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115491502260734951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>light-headed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;yup, that's how i am feeling today. i feel perky, giddy, and happy. yeah... happy... :) to complete my being light-headed, here's the song i'm digging these days. hope you enjoy it too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I Walk With You&lt;br /&gt;By: India Arie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning you were the first thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it came from all I know is I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel like I can be a better woman&lt;br /&gt;If you just say you wanna take this friendship to another place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I walk with you through your life&lt;br /&gt;Can I lay with you as your wife&lt;br /&gt;Can I be your friend till the end&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you through your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got me wondering if you know that I am wondering about you&lt;br /&gt;The feeling is so strong that I can't imagine you're not feeling it too&lt;br /&gt;You've known me long enough to trust that I want what's best for you&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be happy then I am the one that you should give your heart to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everyday ain't gonna be, like the summer's day&lt;br /&gt;Being in love for real it ain't like a movie screen&lt;br /&gt;But I can tell you all the drama aside you and I can find what the worlds been&lt;br /&gt;looking for forever friendship and love together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I walk with you through your life till the day that the world stops turning&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you till the day that my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you through your life&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you till the day that the birds no longer take flight till the moon is underwater&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the moment I've been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I've been looking for&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Creative intellectual&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you as your wife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115466954389197579?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115466954389197579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115466954389197579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115466954389197579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115466954389197579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/light-headed.html' title='light-headed'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115457226242384438</id><published>2006-08-03T10:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T13:27:07.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;while &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; were strolling in glorietta last night, i blurted out OMG! as i looked at the activity center. i quickened my pace and &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; (like the loving &amp; dutiful boyfriend that he is) just followed me. &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; knows that there are only a few things that make me go gaga. and last night was one of those rare moments. &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;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/jheng136.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/jheng137.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/320/jheng138.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;this one is truly a baby! but of course it will be a totally different story if its a F1 BMW Williams car on display. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115457226242384438?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115457226242384438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115457226242384438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115457226242384438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115457226242384438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/08/omg-moment.html' title='OMG! moment'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115406754094894145</id><published>2006-07-28T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T14:32:41.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is the girl in me blabbing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a few days back a good friend of mine blogged about her current struggle of losing some weight after giving birth. she is putting all her effort these days to be able to wear size Small again. of course, i am one of those who supports her. i know that she will be able to do it especially when she puts her mind into it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now it's my turn to do the blogging in wanting to lose some weight. NO! i didn't g&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px" height="125" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/bikini.jpg" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ive birth recently but it was more of pigging out a lot lately. you see, over the summer i was able to lose 8 pounds or so that made me so giddy. i was able to wear my old skimpy jeans which were getting dusty in my closet, buy my fave summer, "slutty" (no pun intended) tees and fit perfectly in my two-piece bikinis. let's just say that over the summer i was really able to flaunt it without the hang-ups. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's just been two months since summer and &lt;strong&gt;he &lt;/strong&gt;noticed that some fat is starting to show under my chin. meaning, i was starting to have a second chin. &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; even apologized for pointing it out since &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; knew what i felt about gaining weight. i got alarmed and was already pressing the panic button in my head. if i don't do something about it soon, i will not be able to wear all those uber sexy and comfy clothes. and i don't like that. i don't want to go back to feeling a bit insecure about my weight and physical looks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;don't get me wrong, i DON'T want to be model skinny. i don't even starve myself or exhaust myself from all the exercise. i just want to maintain my current weight because this the ideal weight for my height. plus, this is the body built i want. i get to wear any kind of clothing i want (ok, not everything i want. because &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; has to approve what i'm wearing). plus, it really adds to my self-confidence. i feel good and look good.&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;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/cake.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/cake.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so now, i am TRYING to start dieting. TRYING being the operative word. i'm going back to avoiding my favorite &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/cake.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"unhealthy" food like chocolates, ice cream, cakes and soda. i am also strictly enforcing my 1 cup of rice per meal rule. this will be tough for me especially avoiding all those mouth-watering sweets. and i love eating really. but i know &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; will be there to help me out and control my urge to eat all those "unhealthy" food.&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;i told &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt; last night that i should have a good motivation for maintaining my current weight and get rid of that extra chin. &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; had this idea on what my motivation should be. i laughed at &lt;strong&gt;his&lt;/strong&gt; idea hysterically. but &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; was dead serious. if i don't get rid of my extra chin and maintain my current weight, &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; will do something as my "punishment." and because i don't like the "punishment" i have to do everything in my power to lose some weight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*photos courtesy of yahoo images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115406754094894145?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115406754094894145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115406754094894145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115406754094894145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115406754094894145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-girl-in-me-blabbing.html' title='this is the girl in me blabbing'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115390020934028953</id><published>2006-07-26T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:50:09.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seriously?!</title><content type='html'>in one of the episodes of grey's anatomy season 2, there was this scene where izzie and meredith (after one of their not-so-good days) goes to george's room. there's was only one word uttered throughout the scene but really explained their crappy day. and now, it's my turn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seriously! SERIOUSLY?! seriously?! SERIOUSLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;grr!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115390020934028953?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115390020934028953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115390020934028953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/seriously.html' title='seriously?!'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115387227538145993</id><published>2006-07-26T08:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T08:08:22.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thought long overdue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;isn't it ironic... the people you think of running to when hell breaks loose, are sometimes the same people who want to run away from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115387227538145993?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115387227538145993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115387227538145993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/thought-long-overdue.html' title='a thought long overdue'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115370486022036474</id><published>2006-07-24T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:52:39.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv marathon</title><content type='html'>i spent my weekend on the couch watching the season 2 of grey's anatomy. and here are the things going through my head while watching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. there is such a thing as an "emotional affair?!" i didn't know that was possible. i mean, having an affair emotionally but not sexually. hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. macsteamy is waaaayyyy cuter &amp; hotter than macdreamy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. crisitina yang reminds me so much of ling (sp?) from ally mcbeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. burke is adorable in a different way. he loves cristina so much for crying out loud. and cristina is not easy to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. alex karev reminds me of this one guy in my life. hahaha. he's the misunderstood one. he just has a certain way of dealing with his emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. denny's character and personality is so charming. he makes subtle sexual comments at izzie but you wouldn't call him an ass. he's  still cute and charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. izzie is very vulnerable. really vulnerable. she's more of a heart person than a thinking person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. addison shephered face looks so perfect. she's like a barbie doll but not blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. macsteamy is really hot! ( i said that already, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. a common line in season 2 and said in different ways. "life is too damn short to follow those stupid rules..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. bailey pretends she doesn't care but she loves her "suck-up interns."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. when ____ died, i cried a river. i was thinking that i was _____ who did everything and risked his/her dream for this one person just to find out that it was not enough to save him/her. sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. will meredith ever learn?! she can be stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. george is kind person and kinda cute in a non-conventional way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. seriously? seriously! SERIOUSLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. can't wait for season 3 to begin. and, macsteamy is really hot! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115370486022036474?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115370486022036474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115370486022036474&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115370486022036474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115370486022036474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/tv-marathon.html' title='tv marathon'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115330030005237938</id><published>2006-07-19T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T17:11:40.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;it really pours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115330030005237938?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115330030005237938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115330030005237938&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115330030005237938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115330030005237938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/when-it-rains.html' title='when it rains'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115267372530189963</id><published>2006-07-12T11:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T11:11:26.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the li'l drama princess is definitely here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;blame it on this stormy weather we are expriencing. or blame it on the foul mood i'm having the past few days. or blame it on my crying episodes three nights in a row. but i get comfort in listening to kyla's version of "i wish i wasn't" for no particular reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i wasn't in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so you couldn't hurt me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just ain't fair the way you treat me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no you don't deserve me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wasting my time thinking bout you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you ain't never gonna change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish i wasn't in love with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i wouldn't feel this way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115267372530189963?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115267372530189963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115267372530189963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115267372530189963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115267372530189963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/lil-drama-princess-is-definitely-here.html' title='the li&apos;l drama princess is definitely here'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115259906678136482</id><published>2006-07-11T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T14:24:26.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy post # 003</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i would like to applaud you for having the nerve to call me and pretend that nothing happened. you pretending that you didn't hurt me and that everything is ok between us. you didn't even bother to apologize for your mistakes. as i said before, go find somebody else who would be clueless enough to help you out because it would not be me anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;so i guess once an a**hole, ALWAYS an a**hole!!! 'nuff said.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115259906678136482?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115259906678136482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115259906678136482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115259906678136482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115259906678136482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/bitchy-post-003.html' title='bitchy post # 003'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115188689564626831</id><published>2006-07-03T08:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T17:07:40.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the night (or early morning) i was busy partying, my brazil was clobbered by france at the world cup. huhuhuhuhu. :( portugal kicked england's butt too. anything can really happen in the world cup. that's why it is one of the greatest shows on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know that "superman returns" is a big thing but having it shown in all greenbelt 3 cinemas is a stretch. come on! not everyone is dying to see it. you should have at least given moviegoers a choice. like one or two cinemas that doesn't feature "superman returns".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; entered rob gale yesterday, the guard told us that tsinelas or flip flops are not allowed the next time &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; go there. i asked the guard "why?" and she can't even give me a coherent answer. so there are a few things i can do about it. get into an arguement with guards every time i enter. or wear shoes when i go malling in rob gale. or not go to rob gale anymore once the admin decides to ban tsinelas or flip flops at the mall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i ditched jose cuervo as my bestfriend a few years ago. but i found a new "bf" last saturday... smirnoff! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the "gods" have been ranting to me separately about their workload. uhuh. but i can tell that theirs can be consider as "easy reading" compared to my TONS of to-do's everyday.&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;uaap 69th season is about to kick-off on july 8 without la salle in the line-up of schools. it could still be an interesting season even without the green archers. ;) &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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115188689564626831?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115188689564626831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115188689564626831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115188689564626831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115188689564626831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-and-that.html' title='this and that'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115102534380459105</id><published>2006-06-23T09:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T09:17:53.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and he saves the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/ronaldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;of course, it's not superman. this is real life baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal of the Day &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/060622/1/83xa.html"&gt;Ronaldo&lt;/a&gt;: Brazil 4-1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not for the first time, the form and fighting weight of Ronaldo were a source of much debate as a FIFA World Cup got under way. With no goals and a couple of ineffective performances behind him the pressure was building going into this game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medics insist that their star forward is just about spot on for his height and certainly he looked a lot sharper tonight as &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/060622/1/83qr.html"&gt;Brazil composed some enchanting rythms to overturn Japan's surprise early goal&lt;/a&gt;. Ronaldo headed the equaliser to move past Pele as Brazil's leading scorer in FIFA World Cups. Then following a lovely one-two he made it 4-1 with deadly accuracy to draw level with Gerd Muller as the leading FIFA World Cup marksman of all time on 14. &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;this news item is an excerpt from &lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/"&gt;http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115102534380459105?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115102534380459105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115102534380459105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115102534380459105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115102534380459105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/and-he-saves-day.html' title='and he saves the day'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115094512973242306</id><published>2006-06-22T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T15:38:34.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's make things clear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/Michael_Jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/Michael_Jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;(a pseudo bitchy post # 003 too)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dwyane wade is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the next michael jordan!!!!!! he &lt;strong&gt;CAN NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; be the heir apparent! there is only one michael jordan! &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;i admit, wade is a talented player (won't be the 2006 nba finals mvp for nothing) but as the next michael jordan??? yeah right! they just wish!&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;strong&gt;NO ONE&lt;/strong&gt; can even come close to what HIS AIRNESS has done and accomplished!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*photo courtesy of yahoo images&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115094512973242306?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115094512973242306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115094512973242306&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115094512973242306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115094512973242306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-make-things-clear.html' title='let&apos;s make things clear'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115079569518398612</id><published>2006-06-20T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:18:29.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to whom it may concern</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss you...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think you know who you are. but then again, you might not know it's you my friend. coz you tend to be clueless about women in general. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115079569518398612?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115079569518398612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115079569518398612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115079569518398612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115079569518398612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-whom-it-may-concern.html' title='to whom it may concern'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115078505078288907</id><published>2006-06-20T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T14:43:22.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy post # 002</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/35382881911.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/35382881911.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; min·i·skirt &lt;em&gt;noun&lt;/em&gt; : a short skirt with a hemline that falls several inches above the knee; a very short skirt &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;girls, girls. please be reminded that if you are wearing a mini, STOP tugging it down! it’s a mini for crying out loud! it’s meant to be short &lt;em&gt;(see definition above).&lt;/em&gt; always tugging it won’t make it longer you know. if you are uncomfortable wearing a mini, please do not wear one. spare yourself of the agony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115078505078288907?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115078505078288907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115078505078288907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115078505078288907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115078505078288907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/bitchy-post-002.html' title='bitchy post # 002'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115068108205166981</id><published>2006-06-19T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T17:33:48.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if genies were real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i wish that i am in germany right now!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/3341674180.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/3341674180.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/54675362.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="200" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/54675362.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/3444451646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/3444451646.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/3569529516.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/3569529516.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/2869338522.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/1442239487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="143" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/1442239487.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/1600/845265384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1583/3075/200/845265384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photos courtesy of:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/"&gt;http://fifaworldcup.yahoo.com/06/en/&lt;/a&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;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115068108205166981?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115068108205166981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115068108205166981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115068108205166981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115068108205166981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-genies-were-real.html' title='if genies were real...'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115044778595251333</id><published>2006-06-16T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T16:58:34.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things are getting interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's 2-2 at the nba finals... but i'm still betting my money on the dallas mavericks. it's about time dallas wins the nba crown. and miami ousted the pistons earlier. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his airness and my long-time boyfriend (i wish!) is back. he is now part-owner of the charlotte bobcats. i pray he doesn't have any boo-boos when it comes to management decisions. remember what happened over at the wizards camp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over at the world cup 2006, wayne rooney sprung back to life to help england. what a sight to behold that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i will ALWAYS be supporting and screaming for brazil. ronaldinho is so graceful out in the field. he's like a ballet dancer in soccer shoes. and ronaldo... oh, ronaldo. sigh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115044778595251333?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115044778595251333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115044778595251333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115044778595251333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115044778595251333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/things-are-getting-interesting.html' title='things are getting interesting'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-115024843200727378</id><published>2006-06-14T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T09:29:35.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"enemy" lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at some point, you have to make a decision. boundaries don't keep other people out. they fence you in. life is messy. that's how we're made. so, you can waste your lives drawing lines. or you can live your life crossing them. but there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross. – meredith grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have crossed a few boundaries and lines a few times in my life. some of which were a walk in the park while the rest were REALLY way too DANGEROUS to cross. but i did it anyways. more often than not, the boundaries and lines i’ve crossed were emotionally and mentally draining for me. i always had a few moments of asking myself why i did such a thing. i sometimes think that i was stupid to do it in the first place. my mischief of crossing boundaries and lines have also hurt me the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after hyperventilating and focusing, i realize that i want these draining experiences. it’s something i have to go through to find out what i really want. i want to know what life has to offer me. i don’t regret crossing dangerous boundaries and lines because these things taught me a thing or two. i was or still am a firm believer of not living my life with regrets and a bunch of what-ifs. so i do things to satisfy my curiosity (more of the figurative language, ok?) which other people might not approve of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i need to cross a few more dangerous boundaries in the future, i would plunge right into it. even if it would be another draining and hurtful experience for me. because at the end of the day, i have thrown another what-if out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i'm probably crazy… yeah, i'm definitely crazy. but a friend told me that “crazy” suits me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-115024843200727378?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/115024843200727378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=115024843200727378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115024843200727378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/115024843200727378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/enemy-lines.html' title='&quot;enemy&quot; lines'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-114984004965188670</id><published>2006-06-09T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T16:06:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bitchy post #001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;this post is long overdue. i was even thinking of writing a long entry to defend myself on your accusations/assumptions about me. but I wouldn’t want my dear readers to have the agony of reading your pathetic and loser attitude. so i’ll just go straight to the headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you deduced me into the “dumb blonde” category and insinuated that i am shallow and materialistic. i never thought that you felt strongly about my “lifetstyle” which by the way is not that lavish as you put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here’s what I have to say to you: i will never apologize for my lifestyle. there is nothing wrong in wanting to look good always and eating good food. i work hard so i could have the “good life”. i deserve to pamper myself. i am an intelligent and witty woman that just happens to have a lot of “expensive” yet very comfy flip flops, who loves coffee &amp;amp; dining out and who goes on shopping sprees from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s funny that you claim to be a very close friend when you don’t know a thing about me. whoever told you that you need to have the same "lifestyle" as mine to be my friend?! when I think about it, you just used “my lifestyle” as an excuse for your shortcomings. you made it appear that i am not understanding and patient enough on our friendship. you turned the situation all about you which i really find so amazing. you have that gift you know. being self-centered and trying to connect every story, situation and problem all about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i’ve got some newsflash for you. i’m sick and tired of being your doormat. i’m sick and tired of having to help you out of every mess you get into. you never really learned to appreciate me and the trouble i go through just for you. go find somebody else who would be clueless enough to help you out because it would not be me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you MAKE time for your friends sweetie. excuses will just get you nowhere. do not wait for the day that all your friends would stop caring. and please stop being childish and self-centered. you are too old for that. and it’s not cute anymore. as I always say, HAVE A NICE LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;my flip flops are spelled &lt;strong&gt;H-A-V-A-I-A-N-A-S&lt;/strong&gt;! got it? let’s spell it again, &lt;strong&gt;H-A-V-A-I-A-N-A-S!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-114984004965188670?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114984004965188670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=114984004965188670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114984004965188670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114984004965188670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/bitchy-post-001.html' title='bitchy post #001'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-114956088724272306</id><published>2006-06-06T10:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:29:59.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimatum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the countdown to my "freedom" begins... i just pray that the Lord will continue to give me the strength so i could drag myself to work and still function properly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-114956088724272306?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114956088724272306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=114956088724272306&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114956088724272306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114956088724272306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/ultimatum.html' title='ultimatum'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-114948713489545801</id><published>2006-06-05T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T14:06:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>those eight things</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;mark tagged me so i obliged&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Once you've been tagged, you have to write eight facts/things/habits about yourself, say who tagged you, and at the end, you need to choose six people you want tagged and list their names. No tag backs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t like tomatoes in my burger BUT I love tomatoes in my salad. Tomato in burgers tastes funny to me. I don’t know why but it just tastes funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can eavesdrop on people’s conversations (even if they are a bit far from me or they are not talking too loud) while I am having my own chit chat. I can even give you all the details on what the conversation was all about. My family is still amazed on how I do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My dream jobs are: to be a personal shopper or a “stylist”. I love shopping for great finds that doesn’t necessarily mean breaking your budget. But of course I go splurging (but I say its retail therapy) from time to time. I also love mixing and matching clothes and accessories for people. I feel elated when I see my friends looking gorgeous because of my suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most of the time, I cry at the mere mention of my mom and my two younger sisters. They are all in Bacolod so I guess I’m just missing them so badly. Can’t wait to go home and be with them again. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t listen to the radio anymore (except when I am required to monitor the AM stations for work). So, please do not ask me for titles of new songs or the names of new artists. I get my music news from the net. So if I like a new song, I search it in the net.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I daydream a lot… a whole damn lot. Don’t want to elaborate on this. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am over critical about myself and a perfectionist. I get sad and depress when I “fail” at things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don’t know how to swim but I love the beach and BADLY want to learn how to surf. How ironic huh?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I tag best, cher, jane, jek, gara &amp; whoever wants to put this in their blog. ;-)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-114948713489545801?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114948713489545801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=114948713489545801&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114948713489545801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114948713489545801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/those-eight-things.html' title='those eight things'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-114947780788965775</id><published>2006-06-05T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T11:23:27.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day pistons didn’t make the nba finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(not really a basketball post. i don’t want this entry to be entitled “last saturday” so i opted for a catchier title. hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, pistons lost to the miami heat and a lot of my friends had been teasing me about it. and all I could say was “so what if they lost?! there’s always next year. =)”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday rained so hard like there was no tomorrow.  as a result, &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; had a hard time getting home because the streets of mandaluyong were flooded again. thus, &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; got stranded and had no other choice but crash at my place. at times like that, i realize that God had a purpose. God was reminding both of &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt; of what &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; have now, learn to cherish and treasure &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things should not be rushed. the approach to&lt;strong&gt; it&lt;/strong&gt; is probably taking &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; one day at a time with little baby steps. as the john legend song goes, “we are just ordinary people. we do not know which way to go… we should take things slow. this time we’ll take it slow…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also realized that when the going gets tough, you could not expect people to help or bail you out. most of the time, you just have to depend on yourself. less expectations mean less disappointments. less disappointments mean less worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s official. i have fallen in love again with stilettos. but it doesn’t mean i am letting go of my havaianas. my havs would just be taking a backseat. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-114947780788965775?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114947780788965775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=114947780788965775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114947780788965775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114947780788965775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/day-pistons-didnt-make-nba-finals.html' title='the day pistons didn’t make the nba finals'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-114921262552903827</id><published>2006-06-02T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:09:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that light bulb moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a friend and i are planning to write a book. i don't know how we are going to pull it off. but we are giddy on the idea that we are going to write on one of the things that we are both passionate about. i wish i could share to all of you what the topic would be but i can't. we are too damn scared that somebody might "steal" our idea. hehehe. &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;br&gt;yeah, we are going to be book writers beause of this one idea i had last night. this will be fun and excruciating at the same time. i just hope we get through the first draft without killing each other. ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-114921262552903827?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114921262552903827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=114921262552903827&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114921262552903827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114921262552903827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-light-bulb-moment.html' title='that light bulb moment'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28961693.post-114896044993501061</id><published>2006-05-30T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:44:06.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome</title><content type='html'>hi guys! please do not ask me if how many times i changed blogs. beacuse i know it has been a lot already. but i promise to try and keep this one, write more interesting posts and take care of it. so i hope you get to visit my new crib when the chance you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets keep in touch and interact. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28961693-114896044993501061?l=lildramaprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/114896044993501061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28961693&amp;postID=114896044993501061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114896044993501061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28961693/posts/default/114896044993501061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lildramaprincess.blogspot.com/2006/05/welcome.html' title='welcome'/><author><name>jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09790322897988499911</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
