<?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-9674930</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:39:00.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When im good,im very good, when im bad im better.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9674930.post-114370922677408986</id><published>2006-03-30T00:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:00:26.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.crunkedprincess.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/MOVED.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New life, new blog. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crunkedprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;Http://crunkedprincess.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-114370922677408986?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/114370922677408986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=114370922677408986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/114370922677408986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/114370922677408986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-life-new-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-114356203340272348</id><published>2006-03-29T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T08:07:13.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"let the rain fall down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;im coming clean"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;Im now back to blogging. I guess I need a place to put all my thoughts in. I have been myself lately, i guess its one good start. Err, I am currently in love with DSL. Gawdd! Its now faster than ever! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-114356203340272348?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/114356203340272348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=114356203340272348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/114356203340272348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/114356203340272348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2006/03/let-rain-fall-down-im-coming-clean-im.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-114214360796824320</id><published>2006-03-12T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T22:06:47.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I`ll be leaving my school in days time and it sucks to realize that I wasnt able to spend my high school year properly.  Too late for regrets now. I hate to be too emotional but leaving is such sweet sorrow. You get to realize that the person youve been with for so long matters to you.  I know that I`d still get to see them but its never gonna be the same. We wont be in the school ground, together, shouting our lungs out. Its really different now. We would now move to different chapters and welcome another phase in our lives. Its like reading a book. You move to another chapter, you venture another world but the memories of the past chapter all the characters alll the events are still with you, they remain part of your past. And thats how it will always be. Til the next time we meet! :-) Batch 2005-2006 we made it out alive. :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-114214360796824320?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/114214360796824320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=114214360796824320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/114214360796824320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/114214360796824320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-long.html' title='So long'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113957312873857063</id><published>2006-02-10T03:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T04:05:28.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In her shoes.</title><content type='html'>Do you know that person who walks and talks like she knows everything that she's doing and is finding no flaws in it? Well, &lt;strong&gt;I was in her shoes.&lt;/strong&gt; I never imagined that we would share the same shoes, but miracles happen. I found myself not questioning anything and I only did what was on my mind and they actually turned out to be right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113957312873857063?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113957312873857063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113957312873857063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113957312873857063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113957312873857063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-her-shoes_10.html' title='In her shoes.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113957257841554837</id><published>2006-02-10T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T03:56:18.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In her shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113957257841554837?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113957257841554837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113957257841554837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113957257841554837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113957257841554837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-her-shoes.html' title='In her shoes.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113612233759265732</id><published>2006-01-01T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T05:32:17.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Happy New Year to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May this year symbolize a better beginning for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should all change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should change for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Its more than the laugters&lt;br /&gt;Its more than the tears&lt;br /&gt;Its also about conquering your fears"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank You Lord for making 2005 one of the best years of my life! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113612233759265732?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113612233759265732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113612233759265732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113612233759265732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113612233759265732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-to-everyone-may-this.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113595452743892039</id><published>2005-12-30T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T06:55:27.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2006 is fast approaching and in just 3 days classes will resume. Time is really flying and the next thing I know I`m in College already.  When school starts I have to work really hard since our graduation would be on the 4th of march. 2 months to go. Dude! Thats like so friggin hard to do. I should have fun on my last year in Angelicum but I gotta work hard. I have a lot of paperworks at home but I havent even touched them. I need inspiration! Haha.  I ended it 2 years ago, now its back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113595452743892039?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113595452743892039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113595452743892039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113595452743892039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113595452743892039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/12/2006-is-fast-approaching-and-in-just-3.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113570058380425042</id><published>2005-12-28T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T08:38:23.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixtapes and bitchfits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cant write my thoughts in my blog anymore, I have become so vulnerable for the past few days. My life has been relatively okay. But still. Something`s wrong, I havent been myself lately, literally. If I keep up with this stupidity I might not know who I am already. I wanna do a lot of things when Im with other people, when I find time to be alone I end up questioning a lot of things about myself. I really dont know myself that much. I make other people laugh, but inside im drowning in insecurities, paranoia and loneliness. It just doesnt want to come out, I hate being this straightforward but I hate keeping all my thoughts to myself. It cant be a perfect mixture of both. Well, for me it cant. I found myself typing words that never really made sense, i just had to delete everything because to me, none of them matters, I just have to let all my feelings out. Ripped. I have no other reason to keep this fear, hatred and loneliness inside. I have all the reasons to enjoy life, but paranoia always takes centerstage. ALWAYS.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I cant enjoy life when other people are dictating me on what I should and should not do. I hate it when you tell me what my capabilities and limitations are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Oh and you know what I hate most? Its when other people are telling me on who I should and shouldnt love. Because they fear of rejection, not for myself but for them, they fear that if I like the person they like, they'd be rejected. Accept reality. Know me better before dictating me, because the real me is way better than what you have been wanting me to be. The worse part is your not even someone I know. You and I just met and youre acting that way? Tsk. Bummer! I love my life but it needs more meaning. I wanna be back to my old self, where I get to experience Euphoria at its best, enjoying the spur of the moment. 6 days before classes resume, and I know the perfect thing to do. Why should I even try to be perfect? Well-behaved women rarely make it in history. I love the inner blogger in me. I swear. I gotta make up for all of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113570058380425042?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113570058380425042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113570058380425042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113570058380425042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113570058380425042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/12/mixtapes-and-bitchfits.html' title='mixtapes and bitchfits'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113543626789636201</id><published>2005-12-24T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:57:47.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Since my last update a lot of things happened, some made me smile some made me cry. Nevertheless, both made me a better person. This is the 1st christmas ever that I made no wish list. I guess I now long for tangible things. One good sign of maturity. Everything is now falling into pieces. I couldnt ask for more. I just wished he stayed here longer. I wish he spent more time with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to accept the fact that people leave"&lt;br /&gt;A fact that I wish was never real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was numb. I wish I never felt all the pain. I wish they all have their reasons.  I wish wishes came true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my last year in Angelicum, im going to be in College real soon. I have to make the most out of my senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all so surreal.&lt;br /&gt;What`s next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Big dreams requires big sacrifices.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite of all the problems and challenges 2005 brought, I`d still be thankful that God gave me another year to spend with the people I care for the most. We all just have to believe that the best is yet to come. And there's only one person responsible for all this. And its his birthday later. The Almighty One.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113543626789636201?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113543626789636201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113543626789636201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113543626789636201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113543626789636201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113543532089072264</id><published>2005-12-24T06:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:42:00.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113543532089072264?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113543532089072264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113543532089072264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113543532089072264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113543532089072264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas_113543532089072264.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113543531835408753</id><published>2005-12-24T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:41:58.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113543531835408753?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113543531835408753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113543531835408753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113543531835408753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113543531835408753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas_24.html' title='Merry Christmas~'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113491470791723618</id><published>2005-12-19T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T06:05:07.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My life is now so monotonous. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Its all bad.&lt;/strong&gt; Grr. Screw. :p Totally pissed. I went home at around 6 a.m. today, I could not imagine the look on my mom's face. Haha. Everything's cool between us though. She didnt get mad. I wanna go out. I need to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a lot of things to smile about but the worse part is all my problems happen to take center stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I risked. I suffered. I finished. Way to go! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katee and I are now in good terms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down 6 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this.. for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113491470791723618?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113491470791723618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113491470791723618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113491470791723618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113491470791723618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-life-is-now-so-monotonous.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113274891142686544</id><published>2005-11-23T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:28:31.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Best day ever.  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113274891142686544?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113274891142686544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113274891142686544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113274891142686544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113274891142686544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/best-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113257770527735312</id><published>2005-11-21T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T05:00:28.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been such a horrible person lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/One-Cigarette-Two-Lights-Dress-By-M.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now in a point where I have to choose who gets to light my fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught fire. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed in you thats why im so mad.&lt;br /&gt;Now im drowning in disappointments. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113257770527735312?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113257770527735312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113257770527735312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113257770527735312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113257770527735312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-such-horrible-person-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113187581913506467</id><published>2005-11-13T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:00:26.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The moment that we dont give up is the moment when we make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could make a difference. *crosses fingers* &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/grin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a litltle over-fatigued lately. I hope I can still keep up with this.&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/cry.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I gotta see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/yoursmineandours_poster220.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just let it die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With no goodbyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Details don't matter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We both paid the price&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wont take long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/wink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113187581913506467?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113187581913506467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113187581913506467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113187581913506467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113187581913506467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/moment-that-we-dont-give-up-is-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113162892011895161</id><published>2005-11-10T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T05:43:27.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This day marked Noelle's 16th birthday. Too bad Mark and I came in 2-3 hours late. We went home at around 9 because we had to stay longer. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday something came up and I just dont want to go into detail. I am just plain glad that things ended. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Right now you miss that person but the pain it leaves if you prolong it is also unmesaurable.&lt;/span&gt; GHM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113162892011895161?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113162892011895161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113162892011895161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113162892011895161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113162892011895161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/this-day-marked-noelles-16th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113153926692029675</id><published>2005-11-09T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T04:27:46.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113153926692029675?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113153926692029675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113153926692029675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113153926692029675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113153926692029675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113145060703409679</id><published>2005-11-08T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T03:50:07.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My iPod is now fixed. :) Although we had to pay for the repair, it was worth it. :) Anyway, despite the fact that I had to face a lot of problems lately, somebody never failed to make me feel better. Its really one of nicest feelings. Knowing that I still have him beside me after all those times is really comforting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that in life we always have 2 choices. To give up and pretend nothing happened or fight for what you believe in, take risks and never regret anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave up 2 years ago without even knowing why, but now,i took my chances and Im not sure of what that would mean but then life gave me a second chance to be happy,i would not let this go. All that what-ifs are now answered. If I was strong enough 2 years ago I could have been a lot happier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113145060703409679?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113145060703409679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113145060703409679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113145060703409679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113145060703409679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-ipod-is-now-fixed.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113126306994666909</id><published>2005-11-06T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T23:44:29.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My iPod got broken. This is plain stupidity. Lol. My mom and I will go to Rockwell later to check out the Apple Center there and to get my iPod Nano fixed. :) Oh and one more thing i am now 3 shades &lt;strong&gt;darker.&lt;/strong&gt;Lovely. Just lovely. Gotta Blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ I wanna go back to New York. ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113126306994666909?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113126306994666909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113126306994666909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113126306994666909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113126306994666909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-ipod-got-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113108220556400163</id><published>2005-11-03T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:30:05.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I had not known you, my life would have been much better.  :-) But i did, and I have no other choice but to accept what this life has in store for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113108220556400163?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113108220556400163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113108220556400163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113108220556400163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113108220556400163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-i-had-not-known-you-my-life-would.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-113006235887022818</id><published>2005-10-23T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T03:37:56.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exam Jitters.</title><content type='html'>I finally took the USTET. It wasnt thatcomplicated well math is always an exception. :) I even forgot to study. Anyway, I havent updated my blog for 3 months now, I have been really busy with a lot of things lately. Shame Shame. Anyway, after taking the USTET I met up with my Ahead friends in Galleria. Since I moved to GH5 I havent heard much from them so I really missed them a lot. Its amazing how 3 months can change people. We watched a flick then went to Miks house to just goof around. Oh and just last night, one of my Ahead friends dropped by our place to tell me that her boyfriend for 2 years cheated on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little surfer, little one&lt;br /&gt;make my heart come all undone :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that made me cry for 2 straight hours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/theballadofjackandrose_releaseposte.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They should make more movies like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I`ll let my heart take its chances just to be loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/heart_pink.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-113006235887022818?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/113006235887022818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=113006235887022818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113006235887022818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/113006235887022818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/10/exam-jitters.html' title='Exam Jitters.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112609288277706689</id><published>2005-09-07T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T05:10:15.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i wish i could go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to the day before we met and skip my regret"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You really get to know a man if you get to watch him die, that moment right before he realizes its over, that moment his face reflects every decision he's ever made, what kind of life he led... and if he regrets it.Regrets are just a way for the foolish and the guilty to pass the time.Regrets are a waste of time. They're the past crippling you in the present.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I regret what I said earlier. Bakit ba kasi ang tactless ko!? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'd really like to see you there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't pretend like i don't care because i really do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;please just kill the drama.go to sleep, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;we'll talk tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;dream about me, and don't worry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll be fine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to believe… that when things are bad… I can change them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112609288277706689?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112609288277706689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112609288277706689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112609288277706689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112609288277706689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wish-i-could-go-back-to-day-before.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112548203237401607</id><published>2005-08-31T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T04:22:53.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"when the last teardrop falls&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ill still be holding on to all of our memories&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and all of what &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just got home from a life-altering retreat. It made me think about things that I dared not talk about. It made me see the brighter side of life and how everything we have here can change in just a flash. self-actualization is the ultimate destination chances are 20 years from now, we are no longer with the same people, we just met for a certain reason and only for a certain time. We all have our paths laid out for us. The retreat was great, i was truly a memorable experience.I began to realize and understand unsolved puzzles in my life. After all the sessions I was still too weak to risk something. Too weak to get into another relationship cause I was still not ready to forgive. Only if you reject it. Love is pain, and the Slayer forges strength from pain. Love... give... forgive. Risk the pain, it is your nature. Love will bring you to your gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;s&gt;Not now, maybe?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was hurt before but I decided to go on with it, I looked at all the positive things, in the end, i was left with nothing but scars.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop saying you care for me, you're a terrible liar, it's one of your best qualities.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112548203237401607?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112548203237401607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112548203237401607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112548203237401607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112548203237401607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-last-teardrop-fallsill-still-be.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112519510696701028</id><published>2005-08-28T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T19:52:56.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good morning, starshine... the earth says hello!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I have just finished reading Chinese Cinderella. I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the end... we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought I got over something (its been two years) the memories started to flashback and the more I try to ignore the pain, the longer it takes for me to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My worst enemy to date:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/whatkillsme.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112519510696701028?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112519510696701028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112519510696701028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112519510696701028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112519510696701028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-morning-starshine.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112497251415909586</id><published>2005-08-25T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T05:21:54.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"People are always telling you that change is a good thing, but what they're really saying is that something that you didn't want to happen just happened." -- You've Got Mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just made a decision I &lt;s&gt; think &lt;/s&gt; know Id regret. I allowed other people to manipulate me. Tell me what I should and should not do. Allowed other people to make decisions for me. I feel really sorry. I could have made the decision. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; If only.  Oh my, not again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to be nice. That might change the way I think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I hate the way you piss me off. It really works. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Please bear with me. I just go with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112497251415909586?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112497251415909586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112497251415909586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112497251415909586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112497251415909586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/people-are-always-telling-you-that.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112461750503113854</id><published>2005-08-21T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T03:31:23.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I could have done something about it. I was this close to telling you, but I guess some things should never be revealed. Feelings should never be spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/rippedlove.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Two years later your still on my mind. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking for pictures last night and I found an old letter which was given to me by - back when we were still in good terms, reading the letter made me feel a tinge of regret. Everything felt so surreal. Atleast now, im one relationship smarter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/4150275.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paranoia has overpowered me once again. Things happen for a reason. Relationships need sharpening just as gold needs to go through fire to be tested and renewed. But above all, true love always prevails. It heals wounds and revitalizes the spirit with just a hug. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/love216.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Give me a sign. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;People who thought they had more time to do the things they want to do. People who want the idea, who never appreciated the less-than-ideal, ordinary day with their family and friends. People who are indecisive or too scared to do what was in their heart, then found they weren't going to get another chance. Your life is in front of you and you have a man you love to share it with. How many people never find someone? It doesn't matter that it's not exactly as you planned it, that it happened before you reached every goal you have. You'll still reach your goals. You'll just have someone to hold your hand and encourage you along the way. So embrace this experience. Live your life. Be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lies are just friends you haven't met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps me inspired:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is hard to feel we are without his strength, enthusiasm, and inspiration urging us on and his laughter and humor and sense of adventure and constant quest for knowledge. We miss him so, but we are not without those qualities he demonstrated because he was a wonderful teacher and gave us so very many wonderful memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112461750503113854?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112461750503113854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112461750503113854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112461750503113854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112461750503113854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-could-have-done-something-about-it.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112445490664132929</id><published>2005-08-19T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:28:07.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If someone tells you I love you, never respond with "thats nice".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you are thinking. You're thinking we don't know each other, and when we get to know each other then we might change our minds, but... we're not going to change our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If loving is a choice we make, not loving a person to spare ourselves from the pain can also be an option. And in choosing the one that we love we must make sure that we dont look back and regret our decisions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Im leaving behind what we had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The rain feels good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;bring it on. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;I might never be lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a lying sack of fertilizer. Knowing what I knew and not knowing what I didn't and knowing more than anyting that I had to know more.I believe we write our own stories. And each time we think we know the end - we don't. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and in peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all. You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong. The line between right and wrong had blurred. In my search for truth, I had become a lie. Perhaps some secrets should remain secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you truly love a person you tell it to them right then and there never let a moment pass you by, you dont need a reason to love. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have to make retreat letters for my friends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And now we’re slightly weathered, we’re slightly worn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our hands grip together eye to eye through the storm yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still believe in ever after with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz life is a pleasure with you by my side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And there ain’t no current in this river we can’t ride&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I still believe in ever after with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112445490664132929?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112445490664132929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112445490664132929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112445490664132929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112445490664132929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/if-someone-tells-you-i-love-you-never.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112411491397497877</id><published>2005-08-15T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:14:24.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When was it we fell in love? When were eighteen? Sixteen? Maybe ten? I don't know, 'cause the truth is, I can't picture a time when I wasn't in love with you. I always knew you were the one who could look into my eyes and see my soul. I don't question your commitment to us. And I know there's nothing we can't work through. I want to let you in on a secret, I'm not who you think I am, in fact, my disguise is so :) , I'm surprised you haven't seen right through me. I'm the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend. Sometimes I want to rip off this facade like I did at the spring formal, but I can't because you'll get scared and run away again. So I decided it's better to live with a lie than expose my true feelings... my dad told me there are two types of girls: the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping that one day you'll fly back to me because I think you're worth the wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As they say, if you can't fall in love with your best friend, who can you fall in love with&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self:&lt;br /&gt;-Forgiveness is always the key to happiness.&lt;br /&gt;- Enervon should only be taken before any FTX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This world truly has a lot of surprises. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I never thought Id last this long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I finally bought the book Childrens Letters to God. Surprisingly, some of the letters really made sense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;He'll find me instead. :)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are manifestation of my insanity. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent slept for 8 hours straight in 2 weeks now. I hate my posts. Ill end up deleting every single word I type.&lt;br /&gt;Is this my reward for being such a &lt;insert&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and every little pat on the shoulder for attention fails to mention i still hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you want apologies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you might hold your breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;until your breathing stops forever, forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the only thing you'll get&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;is this curse on your lips:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;hope &lt;/strong&gt;they taste of me forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw. Bitter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112411491397497877?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112411491397497877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112411491397497877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112411491397497877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112411491397497877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/when-was-it-we-fell-in-love-when-were.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112367567845289518</id><published>2005-08-10T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T05:07:58.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Life is not a fairytale. Contrary to our beliefs, there are no happy endings in some of our problems. Morbid but realistic and true. Just when we all thought our problems have all been solved, another one arises, the latter one gets worse. ___. Argh. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What people dont know about me is that when I decide to let go, it doesnt really mean I give up. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A year ago, I felt really stupid.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[edit]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Time kills the pain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[/edit]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;29 Days Left. ;-) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and I see my best friend. Your energy and passion inspire me in ways I never thought possible. Your inner beauty is so strong that I no longer fear being myself. I no longer fear at all. I never thought I'd find someone to love that would love me back unconditionally. And then I realize that although we were often apart, you were always with me and you were always my soul mate. You give me purpose when I feel I have none. Without you my soul would be empty, my heart would be broken, my being incomplete. I thank God every day you were brought into my life and I thank you for loving me. I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in everything. I'm convinced that tragedy wants to harden us, and that our mission is to never let it. At the very least, I'll probably end up with a broken heart. But, I can't seem to stop myself. Because I want something with you. Was I ever crazy? Maybe. Or maybe life is... Crazy isn't being broken or swallowing a dark secret. It's you or me amplified. If you ever told a lie and enjoyed it. If you ever wished you could be a child forever. They were not perfect, but they were my friends and by the '70s most of them were out living lives. Some I've seen, some never again, but there isn't a day my heart doesn't find them. A broken heart is the only damage for which there is no insurance. My heart can be broken, but it will keep beating just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to remember how it felt before&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now I found the love of my life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passes things, get more comfortable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything is going right&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And after all the obstacles&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; to see you now with someone else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And it's such a miracle that you and me are &lt;s&gt;still good friends&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After all that we've been throughI know we're cool&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know we're cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is broken, but I'm alive, and he did that. And when you're alive, you feel pain. Those are the rules.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112367567845289518?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112367567845289518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112367567845289518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112367567845289518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112367567845289518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-is-not-fairytale.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112350985945861290</id><published>2005-08-08T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:04:19.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dont you just hate it when people start to take you for granted. When the last person they confide with is you. And that no matter how hard you try to talk to them they have this irritating way of avoiding you. You cant really change the way they feel about you. It would only make matters worse. Atleast I tried to work things out and only time could tell if such drastic measures would really work. Its time for some people to realize that nothing good happens when their pride takes over. Nothing can ever beat friendship.  Shoot. I hate the way I type emotional entries and find myself erasing them afterwards. This happens everytime. Id rather write entries about how I feel since nothing spectacular happens in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, kid, love is the only chance for happiness you'll ever get in this life, and if you're going to let a little thing like rejection stand in your way, you might as well stay right there on the ground, because people are going to be walking over you for the rest of your life.I hate what you have been doing, but I love you. ;)Relationships aren't into bloody details. They're not rational. They don't make sense. Then before you know it you love someone, and you can't imagine life without them, so when it's all over it still doesn't make sense. And that's why you have to hate. And that's why you hate me. And that's why I have to learn to hate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... there's no point in the truth if the only thing it will do is cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I love someone, I take the good and the bad. You can't love people in pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’ve just spent the entire flight staring into the sky thinking. What about my fiancé? What about this mystery guy I met a million and a half hours ago? A guy I don’t even remember except for this vague picture I have inside of my head. It was just a few seconds. A fragment, really. But it was like in that moment, the whole universe existed just to bring us together"- Serendipity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences but rather it is a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite sublime plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to understand destiny, you just got to have faith in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112350985945861290?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112350985945861290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112350985945861290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112350985945861290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112350985945861290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/dont-you-just-hate-it-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112341138025236264</id><published>2005-08-07T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T03:43:00.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the UPCAT today and it wasnt really that hard, except for the math and science part. Just last night, my mom asked me if I still wanted to take the test in ETSU. I still have to think about it though. I bought Mixed Messages today and honestly I found no good reason to read it. I am now hating emotional and sentimental songs, all they do is make me cry all day non stop. I guess you cant really fix everything. Im just really thankful that I have friends who never fails to brighten up my day. But I never fail to look at the worse side of life. I just hate it when my pessimistic side takes over me. Argh, screw me. I havent passed my journal yet. And it  gets worse. Plain Stupidity. I dont think I feel the same way anymore, I mean come on. Haha. Id rather see them together than not see him at all. Ive been online for 4 hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;I saw Isa today!&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's to lying, stealing, cheating, and drinking. If you must lie, lie with the one you love. If you must steal, steal away from bad company. If you must cheat, cheat death. And if you drink, drink to the moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what it’s like getting up every morning? Feeling hopeless, feeling like the love of your life is waking up with the wrong woman. But, at the same time hoping that he still finds happiness, even if it’s never going to be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because that's what people do, they leap, and hope to God they can fly...because otherwise your just drop like a rock, wondering the whole way down, why the hell did i jump? But here i am Sara, falling, and the only one that can make me feel like i can fly, is you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112341138025236264?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112341138025236264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112341138025236264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112341138025236264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112341138025236264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-took-upcat-today-and-it-wasnt-really.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112324580327690286</id><published>2005-08-05T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T06:31:16.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>.. waiting for you is like waiting for RAIN in this DROUGHT. useless and disappointing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the perfect time to &lt;strong&gt;let go. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to something that wasnt really mine.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"you can't lose something you never had..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I fell in love twice, first was with you and second was with the person you became when you were already mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side:&lt;br /&gt;- I found my test permit. :) Thanks to Mrs. Cruz. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://php.warnerbros.com/movies/chocolatefactorymovie/gloop/index.php"&gt;Augustus Gloop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/photo6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/barraxmaugusrus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks really familiar.. Reminds me of &lt;a href="http://barrax.blogspot.com"&gt;barax&lt;/a&gt;. ;) &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://php.warnerbros.com/movies/chocolatefactorymovie/gloop/index.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/AugustusGloop.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112324580327690286?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112324580327690286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112324580327690286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112324580327690286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112324580327690286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/08/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112228290400500667</id><published>2005-07-25T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:49:41.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;You!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yeah You.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im sorry. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im now having a&lt;strong&gt; very bad&lt;/strong&gt; day. I am now feeling really guilty, I am wasting my mothers money like its something that can be earned easily. I just cant help it. My mom and I went to Galleria today, every shop was on sale.&lt;br /&gt;Even Terranova! I couldnt control myself again. This would be the last time. Anyway, Isa called up and we talked about a lot of things and we talked about how we went our separate ways. Im really gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im really feeling depressed lately. Every single day I can't stop thinking about so many things..I cant even sleep properly at night... I have been so used to keeping things to myself and so I find it hard to trust people or even be open about how I feel about things.. Somehow, i feel as though I had made wrong decisions about some of my actions lately...I wish I could just fix it all but its not that easy, especially for me. I have always limited my capabilities and actions based on what i'm supposed to be rather than what I can be or who I really am inside. It's hard but its not that easy to change!&lt;br /&gt;People may see me as a really shallow (meaningless) person but really thats just a front... only the very few who truly understand me know that.... There is so much more to me! Its just dificult for me to let it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday you'd wish that you'd never meet the person you'd love the most so it would spare you the pain when that person is already gone. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"..then I saw you, and I promised myself that if I could just get up, I'd walk over to you.. I'd tell you how much I need you and how much I want you.. and how nothing else matters&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112228290400500667?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112228290400500667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112228290400500667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112228290400500667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112228290400500667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-yeah-you.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112220081869098830</id><published>2005-07-24T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:28:57.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My body is now hurting like hell. I cant blame anyone but myself about this. I just wish that it would all be worth it. Yesterday my mom and I watched the movie If Only again. The movie never fails to make me cry. This time I wasnt the only one crying. I met up with Isa yesterday since she'll be leaving Manila next week for good. Saying goodbye to her was one of the things that made me cry, certain feelings are bottled up and for some absurd reason those thoughts suddenly bursted out yesterday. Isa is one of my closest friends, we have known each other even before we knew how to read. She would always be part of my fondest memories. Isa saw me when I was invisible.One day if youth is just a memory, i know you will be standing right next to me.This is really pissing me off. Anyway, I went to Banana Peel today to buy flip flops then to Powerbooks. I finally bought Veronika Decides to Die. Im not suicidal, but I found this book really amusing. Veronika didnt die at the first part though. but she only had 7 days to live. I want to finish the book today. I still have a lot of reading to do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this the cutest? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/charlie085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, you say it right then or there or the moment just passes you by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't just believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show you are limitations. Look with understanding from the heart, and you'll find the way to fly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you drive my car.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you stare.&lt;br /&gt;I hate your big dumb combat boots&lt;br /&gt;And the way you read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you so much it makes me sick --&lt;br /&gt;It even makes me rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you're always right.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you lie.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh --&lt;br /&gt;Even worse when you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that you're not around&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that you didn't call.&lt;br /&gt;But mostly I hate the way&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate you --&lt;br /&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112220081869098830?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112220081869098830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112220081869098830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112220081869098830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112220081869098830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-body-is-now-hurting-like-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112160624927359607</id><published>2005-07-17T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T06:23:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats down there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One more day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if the same thing happens to us? if only i made the most out of our time i won't be hurting as hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- if only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/poster1_full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved every minute of this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The real meaning of fate is not at the beginning but in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/love216.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/lincolnpark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/bestfriendstell.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Isa. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112160624927359607?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112160624927359607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112160624927359607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112160624927359607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112160624927359607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-down-there.html' title='Whats down there?'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112117289943991052</id><published>2005-07-12T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T05:54:59.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just when you thought everything is perfect and nothing can go wrong, you find out something and it practically ruins &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Thats how im feeling right now, I used to be contented with my fairytale like life and then the truth came out. I knew about it before but I never thought that it would hurt this much. All fairytales have endings and more often than not their endings are always unrealistic. It made me wonder if happy endings really exist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;How can you love someone who isnt even there? I thought the truth would sooner or later be forgotten but it got worse. I know that it would end but I never expected it to be this &lt;strong&gt;soon&lt;/strong&gt;.I might as well get used to the pain. The good thing is, slowly im getting my focus back. for a while i wore this mask like everything was great, everything was fine. but it was such a lie. you cant keep up with the appearances when deep inside you feel the opposite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I give up&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Its hard to run after a person who doesnt even want to talk to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It takes two to tango.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll be here all night, I'll pick up the pieces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'll put them back together now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;They may not be the right way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But that's okay as long as they're all the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish you well that you'd get better,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I know you'll find that it's a wild world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And if you had noticed well would you have thrown the towel in &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before I missed out on all this love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And watch me roll away again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch me disappear under my skin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't believe it that things could get any worse than they did that time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You must have seen it I mean how could we get lost running in a straight line&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your cries of why's and why not's,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;May it all get back to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And trickle and dance upon your headaches,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Years of biting cheeks are through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I don't believe in it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I feel it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112117289943991052?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112117289943991052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112117289943991052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112117289943991052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112117289943991052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-when-you-thought-everything-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-112037290022964307</id><published>2005-07-02T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T23:41:40.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a while, you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning, and company doesn't mean security. And you learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defeat with your head up, and your eyes open with the grace of an adult, not the grief of a child. And you begin to build all your roads on today, because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So plant your own garden, and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to give you flowers. And youll learn that you really are strong, and you really do have worth. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-112037290022964307?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/112037290022964307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=112037290022964307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112037290022964307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/112037290022964307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/07/after-while-you-learn-subtle.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111970587069616019</id><published>2005-06-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T06:24:30.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My friends and I went swimming today, it was really great cause the pool was all ours. At around 11 we all went to Frio Mixx to eat, I was really hungry. We were having so much fun that I forgot about Issa and Chesca, I was in a hurry to be in Katipunan since it was already 12:30, I got there at around 1:15 and I met up with Issa, Chesca, Cath and to my surprise Yohei wasnt there, we had to walk from Starbucks to Ahead and we all looked so wasted. :) When we got to Ahead the review wasnt starting but the President of ahead was giving reminders already, I was seated beside Trisha because we were late then our lecturer-slash-proctor Mike Ben arrived. We talked about math and my mind was already ready to explode. Trisha and I were talking the whole time and we werent listening, we had our 15 minute break so we all went to Ice Monster, we had to walk cause Issa's car wasnt there, we were late again. They had to extend our time since they gave us the grades already.Then Ms. Xy told us that 3 of our classmated moved to Ahead Greenhills,I thought Yohei was one of them, but he texted me and told me that he got sick. Anyway,  I scored higher than Issa but lower than trisha. It was really fun. My mom fetched me and Issa and trisha went with us to Commonwealth,we saw ***** and they kept on teasing me. When they got to our house they were laughing so hard, I couldnt even stop them. Then Issa told us something about Nathie and I wasnt expecting that from him. I can tell from Trisha's reaction that she was somewhat unsatisfied. Then Issa's mom arrived to fetch them. After they left, I called up Yohei and he explained everything to me. Mom and I went back to siena at around 9. Im going to Issa's house tomorrow. She got her on Sims 2 installer for her Mac. :) Haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get well soon Yohei. Ahead isnt the same without you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins I will never ask if you don't ever tell me &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/9674930-111970587069616019?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111970587069616019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111970587069616019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111970587069616019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111970587069616019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-friends-and-i-went-swimming-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111962478360210477</id><published>2005-06-24T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T07:56:26.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrayal</title><content type='html'>Im loving my new classmates. Im glad I get to spend 9 months with them. Ive made friends with all of them already. Anyway, Ive been busy with schoolwork and with all the modules. My friends and I would go swimming tomorrow, but my mom asked me to go home at 11 cause my review starts at 1.Anyway, I was somewhat disappointed by what a &lt;s&gt;friend of mine&lt;/s&gt; certain person did to me, I mean I share all my secrets with her and I tell her everything, then she goes off telling everybody what I told her. Tsk. My life's an open book, so why waste your time telling everyone I know my secrets? This day made me realize how important it is for a person to have his/her own privacy and if you want something to be a secret never tell anyone about it. In every problem a lesson would have to be learned, I guess I learned my lesson already. Dont worry, I forgive you, I never get mad I dont get even too, I just dont forget. ;) Thanks anyway. Atleast now I know what you really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're going to talk about Mathematics in Ahead tomorrow. Cant wait. :) I wanna see my friends there already! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To have a friend you should be a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the person spreading all those text messages I want you dead&lt;strong&gt; D-E-A-D&lt;/strong&gt; DEAD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Miriam Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;You make me feel like I can get lost inside your eyes. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111962478360210477?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111962478360210477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111962478360210477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111962478360210477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111962478360210477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/betrayal.html' title='Betrayal'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111849251624824443</id><published>2005-06-11T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T06:25:43.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My week so far. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.inq7.net/top/index.php?index=1&amp;story_id=39862"&gt;Arroyo cheated in the 2004 election, says ex-NBI official&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like we didn't already know that. I, however, did not know that Satan is embodied in a 4'8" female. Good job, Gloria, good job. This is a new, all-time low.The next offense we need evidence for: Graft and Corruption. History is once again repeating itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the government since we all know that no matter what we do, GMA has her way of making the filipino's believe she is once again innocent. Thats the last straw Ms. President.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrielynnesworld.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Graphics by, CarrielynnesWorld.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/carrielynne/dividers/dlinkable/pixeldiv2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had my diagnostic test in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahead Katipunan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today. It was tough. I made an emboldened attempt to refresh my mind. I answered the test with excruciating precision and somewhere in the back of my brain I was clinging on a hope that my answers were correct. Just when I thought I was sitting alone someone sat beside me and I felt uncomfortable, I am more comfortable when im studying alone. :) We had 4 hours to do the test, and when we were all done in answering the test the proctor asked us to give the paper to the person sitting beside us. I hated it,i was somehow shy, cause I wasnt able to answer the question properly. Everyone disgreed to exchange papers but they asked us to do so. When the test was over my classmates and I exchanged digits. It was great. I never thought that studying can be this&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I then received a message from my mom telling me that the car was downstairs already. I had to walk from Ahead to the Parking area and I'll tell you this, it wasnt fun at all. Oh and we're reviewing about Language Comprehension next week. :) Cant wait. Catch you later, I still have a lot of modules to finish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Random Things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/w1.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/1.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; I have 4 flamboyant classmates from &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ateneo,&lt;/span&gt; they really remind me of ricky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://carrielynnesworld.com/images/blinkers423/w1.gif" color="#3366ff" alt="Click here to see more graphics by, CarrielynnesWorld.com" border=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/2.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; The UPCAT Diagnostic Test was harder than I expected it to be, I really need to study hard. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/3.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Its my cousin's birthday today! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/4.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Your busted Ms. President. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/5.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; My Senior Life hasnt given me any problems yet. :)-- so far.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;6.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/6.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Katipunan is definitely the place to be! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;7.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/25.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; Country Road, take me home, to the place I belong! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;8.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/7.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; I wanna get a facial!  I badly need one.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;9.&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/11.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; I saw a lot of familiar faces in &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ateneo and Katipunan&lt;/span&gt; today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;10. &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/18.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt; I feel stressed and screwed up. Who wants to go shoppppiiinng!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrielynnesworld.com"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click here to see more graphics by, CarrielynnesWorld.com" src="http://photobucket.com/albums/v201/carrielynne/star.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrielynnesworld.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="CarrielynnesWorld.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/carrielynne/animateddollz/ani10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carrielynnesworld.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="CarrielynnesWorld.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v201/carrielynne/animateddollz/ani8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111849251624824443?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111849251624824443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111849251624824443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111849251624824443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111849251624824443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-week-so-far.html' title='My week so far. :)'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111840354434657428</id><published>2005-06-10T04:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T04:39:04.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior.</title><content type='html'>School wasnt really that bad. I had fun on my first day. We had subjects already. It was all good. They gave us Application Forms for UP already. Time really flies. I really cant understand certain lessons in my book so wednesday my mom and I went to Ahead Katipunan to enroll in their saturday class. Im having my diagnostic test tomorrow. Im really scared. Anyway, Ill update and edit this some other time since Im kinda busy right now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111840354434657428?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111840354434657428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111840354434657428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111840354434657428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111840354434657428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/senior.html' title='Senior.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111805078055135821</id><published>2005-06-06T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:39:40.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On shopping and spending.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just got home from Megamall, I went to Roxy in Surf World at around 1 to buy the school bag I wanted. My mom said its okay if I shopped a little to get over the fact that summer's over, thats exactly what I did. I went a little overboard and spent alot more than expected. My yaya went with me. Here's what I bought&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Click the pictures for the Description&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pink and Gray(?) Travelling Bag! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/roxy.jpg" alt=" For 450 Pesos, this isnt bad at all. ;)" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Top Handle Bag. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/ROXYTOPHANDLEBAG.jpg" alt="This one's a little expensive it costs 850. but its really cute. :) " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Pink Pouch Bag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/roxypuch.jpg" alt=" This one's so cool. It costs 400 Pesos." /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Roxy Handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/roxyhandbag.jpg" alt="A 890 Peso Handbag that's really cute, I fell inlove with it the moment I laid my eyes on it." /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Handbag. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/roxydarkbluehandbag.jpg" alt="Dark Blue Handbag. Its 400 Pesos." /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/roxybackpack.jpg" alt="At 1800 Pesos This Bag is the most expensive thing Ive bought in Roxy, but Its really cute, it also has a lot of space. " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/RoxyBoardshortswaller400.jpg" alt="2 Wallets for the Price of one. This costs 400 but its really cute. " /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/walletnaroxy.jpg" alt="500 Pesos but its worth it. Love it!" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I used my card and I wont be using it for a long long time. Atleast Im not that scared about the &lt;s&gt;First&lt;/s&gt; day of school! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111805078055135821?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111805078055135821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111805078055135821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111805078055135821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111805078055135821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-shopping-and-spending.html' title='On shopping and spending.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111797571398716901</id><published>2005-06-05T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T02:43:12.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Jitters. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Im not going to school tomorrow. :) I dont know why though. I found out that only 2 of my friends are going to school tomorrow. First day jitters really &lt;strong&gt;freaks&lt;/strong&gt; me out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/star2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Anyway, I wasnt able to go to Roxy today since my sister decided to go to National Book Store to buy her school supplies. Since I already have all the things I need, I just bought a book. I bought the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Its somehow related to Gossip Girl. I havent read it yet, since im not yet done with the book im reading. Then I went to Gift Gate to buy a bag. I bought a pink bag in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benetton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It costs 2,100 but its really worth it. Then, I went to Crossings to buy a perfume for me and my mom, I bought a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ralph Lauren Cool&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for me. Summer's over but I still wanted one. I gotta go now, my mom wants me to sleep early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I miss New York!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/42libra.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111797571398716901?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111797571398716901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111797571398716901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111797571398716901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111797571398716901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-jitters.html' title='First Day Jitters. ;)'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111790047786305219</id><published>2005-06-04T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T08:54:37.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home from Market Market. Luzon, Mom and I shopped again, but this time we bought things needed for school. I bought 2 bags, 2 slip ons 1 pair of sneakers and 3 wallets. I was supposed to buy the Tote bag in Secosana but they ran out of the product already. Im going to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Roxy&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow to buy the backpack ive always wanted. ;) My mom doesnt really know about this but once we're there tomorrow she has no other choice. :) We went home at around 8 we were supposed to go to Gateway first cause I wanted to watch Sin City but the traffic was so bad it took us 3 hours to get home, the worst part is im not even exaggerating it. Anyway, this would be the last night that I can stay up all night doing nothing. Cause tomorrow im back to my old self. No mor staying up late and no more freedom. I hope it rains hard tomorrow night and on Monday. I really hate first day jitters, Please Bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111790047786305219?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111790047786305219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111790047786305219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111790047786305219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111790047786305219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-got-home-from-market-market.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111779997988341234</id><published>2005-06-03T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T06:21:28.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im only going to update this every friday starting June 10. I decided to take studies seriously. I know Ive said this before but this time its for real. I recently took a quiz in one of my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MSA Tutorial Books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and I couldnt even answer half of the questions in the quiz. This is my future that were talking about and what bothers me most is the fact that im not even doing anything about it. I cant wait to go back to school and this time Im really going to study hard. Ive had 3 years to fool around and I have one year to make up for it. Senior life wont be easy, oh no it wont, not even close to being easy, but with a little help from my trusty old book, good and reliable friends and a good set of determination, funny as it may seem but I know I can do this. Although I know that I have .0001 percent of being the next Iskolar ng Bayan it pays to know that somehow I learned something. I decided to enroll in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im having saturday classes from 8-12 in Ahead Katipunan. Im having my diagnostic test on June 11 wish me luck. Im really hoping to learn something from this cause Im giving up my saturdays for this. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; I have to go now. I'll update this tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111779997988341234?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111779997988341234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111779997988341234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111779997988341234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111779997988341234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-only-going-to-update-this-every.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111772406819297975</id><published>2005-06-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T07:54:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I only have 3 days left to enjoy summer. What can I do in 3 days? how can I make this summer productive in 3 days?I guess I cant, better luck next year. In 3 days im officially a senior, I still cant feel it though. I guess its because I didnt fully understand and experience my junior year. This sucks a lot. A year from now, I'd have to kiss angelicum goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to my slumber, oblivious to the fact that the rest of the world was passing her by... :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111772406819297975?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111772406819297975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111772406819297975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111772406819297975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111772406819297975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-only-have-3-days-left-to-enjoy.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111746738744182381</id><published>2005-05-30T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T08:36:27.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The past 13 days have been all about trips with my cousins and shopping with my mom. I am still feeling guilty about the fact that I spend too much money on things that I dont even need. Last wednesday I bought a 2,500 bag in Podium. Then last friday I went with my mom to Glorietta and I spent a lot of money again. I just wont mention the price since im still feeling guilty about it. Last saturday, I went to Alabang with my cousins since it was tisha's birthday. Everyone had a great time. The party ended at around 8 pm so we decided to watch the movie house of wax. It was okay, I  didnt really understand the movie though. Haha.The movie ended at around 10 so I went home since the maids werent there. On my way home, the craziest thing happened. Im not in the mood to blog about that. Haha. Im gettin tired now so see you soon! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111746738744182381?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111746738744182381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111746738744182381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111746738744182381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111746738744182381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/05/past-13-days-have-been-all-about-trips.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111695427332969504</id><published>2005-05-24T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T10:04:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Again I go unnoticed.</title><content type='html'>In 10 years, my blog would be worth reading. ;) LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111695427332969504?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111695427332969504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111695427332969504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111695427332969504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111695427332969504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/05/again-i-go-unnoticed.html' title='Again I go unnoticed.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111695167393705965</id><published>2005-05-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T09:21:13.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why is blogger giving me a hard time. *sighs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111695167393705965?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111695167393705965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111695167393705965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111695167393705965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111695167393705965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/05/why-is-blogger-giving-me-hard-time.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111614989832341393</id><published>2005-05-15T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T06:37:39.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one of my best birthdays ever. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up at 8 am cause Luzon, Mom and I went to Alabang. It was really great.&lt;br /&gt;My cousins were there and my relatives from the states were also here.&lt;br /&gt;When I got to our house I was really surprised cause my mom has planned a surprise party for me. The pool was filled with flowers and all those floating things. I was really ecstatic. It was great to see them. :)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to these people for making my birthday really special:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The twins&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I know your reading this! Haha. :) Thank you so much I loved the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bernadette&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For greeting me non-stop. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Patricia:&lt;/span&gt; Who greeted me although she wasnt sure if I was in Manila already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Divina:&lt;/span&gt; The person who greeted me nonstop and called up just to say happy birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Misha:&lt;/span&gt; Who went all the way from Chicago to Manila to celebrate my birthday with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dianne:&lt;/span&gt; The first person who greeted me on this special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trina:&lt;/span&gt; Who gave me the greatest gift ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Francine: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Who gave me 4 DVD's. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9balls:&lt;/span&gt; Who remembered my birthday even if we havent been in touch for so long. I miss you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My relatives:&lt;/span&gt; You guys are too many to mention. :) Thank you soo much.! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Anna:&lt;/span&gt; Who went to Alabang to see me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Marie:&lt;/span&gt; Who prepared everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt;: Who gave me 3 Expensive Books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Justine:&lt;/span&gt; Who gave me a beanbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Marianne:&lt;/span&gt; Who gave me my iPod shuffle. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wisdom&lt;/span&gt;: Who are always there for me. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My sister: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;For giving me my Gucci Bag. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My mom&lt;/span&gt;: Who gave me my very own laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111614989832341393?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111614989832341393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111614989832341393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111614989832341393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111614989832341393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-is-one-of-my-best-birthdays-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111566504099860701</id><published>2005-05-10T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T11:57:21.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now in Manila. Manila may not be as great as New York City (what place can even compare to that?) but it's my home. Since my arrival I have been doing nothing spectacular. My used-to-be-spiced up life has become so monotonous. Nights of shopping and travelling have been replaced by countless hours on the phone.Maybe I'm not so used to the silence. Maybe I got so used to the sounds of the busy New York streets, secondhand smoke, the subway, and  the designer shops you see everywhere.  Dont get me wrong, there are a lot of things to do in Manila its just that with the weather we have here, Id rather stay home than get a tan without even hitting the beach. ;) I cant wait to go back to New York. I am a Senior already, I cant believe this, one more year and reality would have to bite me to remind me of my responsibilities once again.In just 5 days im already one year older. I cannot believe this. Time is flying so fast that my tiny wings would not be able to catch up with it. My cousin is getting married on December 2005, whats up with people getting married in a rush? Grr, Im also feeling guilty, no, i have not commited a crime, well, not that I know of. Im feeling guilty because God is being so nice to me. I spend a lot of  money which I dont even earn and which I dont even try to on my junk. I spend an estimate of 1,000 a day on just my junk. I wasnt really aware of this, until I saw an old guy (who by the way looked like he was dying already) working his ass off on an uphill battle just  to earn enough money to buy food for himself. Im gonna start saving. I swear to God. Anyway, I met a knee-slapper, laughable, ludicrous, merry, mirthful, side-splitting, silly, slapstick, sportive, waggish, whimsical, witty person today. My cousin Mikalah. ;)&lt;br /&gt;What's happening to me right now may be as confusing as my first cool off but I know this too will pass. And it will just be another lesson on self-reliance and independence.Senior year, dont be too harsh on me. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111566504099860701?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111566504099860701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111566504099860701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111566504099860701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111566504099860701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-am-now-in-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111522699912278373</id><published>2005-05-04T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T10:16:39.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/meredith_index.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got pissed off when they got eliminated. Damn you Rob and Amber! I hope you guys lose. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111522699912278373?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111522699912278373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111522699912278373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111522699912278373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111522699912278373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-got-pissed-off-when-they-got.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111495523941031336</id><published>2005-05-01T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T07:10:49.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was nothing but fun. Its now 8:48 am and my cousins and I are going to Atlantic City. So yesterday we went to TKTS to buy tickets for the Play. :)&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to times square to walk around. Then Dianne and I had no choice but to eat downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 510px; HEIGHT: 285px" height="433" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/Times-Square.jpg" width="591" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a lot of money in the Restaurant. Around $97. Then we went to Broadway to go back to The MTV Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/broadway1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Toys R Us, We rode the Ferris Wheel. LOL. We were both very crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/Times20Square20Toys20R20Us203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then checked out Rockefeller Center, nothing great is going on so we just walked around and checked out St. Patricks Cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/rockefeller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to Forest Hills to watch a movie but it was closed so we decided to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of Central Park.&lt;br /&gt;This is why I love New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 501px; HEIGHT: 440px" height="499" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/central20park.jpg" width="566" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish manila had something like this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Random Things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1. Dianne managed to buy $195 on her cosmetics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;2. I walked all day. I had hotdogs for breakfast. The ones they sell at central park for $1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. I burned my tounge in the T-bone steak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;4. TKTS sells tickets for %50 off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;5. Paris Hilton dumped Nicole Richie in The Simple Life 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. I miss wisdom. I miss bothering John Lerry and Ricky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;7. Ill be 15 years old in 15 days. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;8. I bought pasalubongs to Wisdom already. I bought em from the Flee Market. Jk. You guys deserve something better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111495523941031336?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111495523941031336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111495523941031336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111495523941031336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111495523941031336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/05/yesterday-was-nothing-but-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111489535927491963</id><published>2005-04-30T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T14:09:19.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the Big Apple. :)</title><content type='html'>Yes people I am now in New York, The City that Never Sleeps. Despite the exhausting and tiring flight I managed to arrive here in one piece. When I got to my Aunts pad in Manhattan I fixed my things and immediately asked my cousins to accompany me. We took the subway to 7th street and broadway. I instantly fell inlove with it. We were supposed to go to the Statue of Liberty but we werent able to buy tickets. We'll go back there later. Then Dianne and Misha got really hungry so we decided to eat in Tad's steakhouse. Thats also where I ate last year. Haha. After they pigged out we went to Toys R Us to buy toys and stuff. Then we all headed to the MTV Store, It was really fun. Im gonna post pictures later. We might go out tonight, that is if we are allowed to. The great part is, my cousin gave us tickets to the Broadway Play Les Miserables. Omg! I am so excited. The last time I was in New York I watched Cabaret. Haha. Then were going to Atlantic City! Im really excited. I ha ve to go now, my cousins and I are going to TKTS to buy tickets for the Full Monty or Breakfast at Tiffanys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christina, my cousins friend gave us tickets to Les Miserables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The trip was exhausting. All we did was to eat and play with our gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Corrine will give me my PSP tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dianne might buy a Digicam for me as her birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My cousin hanna and I are going to their place to swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. A Mocha Frap in New York costs $10. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I bought a dress in Marshall Fields for my cousins wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I cant wait to go to Grand Central!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111489535927491963?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111489535927491963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111489535927491963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111489535927491963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111489535927491963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/greetings-from-big-apple.html' title='Greetings from the Big Apple. :)'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111480693243641304</id><published>2005-04-29T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T14:18:29.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am now in Korea, so instead of going to Duty Free to spend millions of dollars (like what my cousins Dianne and Misha are doing) I decided to go to the Internet Shop, $2 for 1 hour. Ok on our way to the airport, something came up so my mom and my sister decided to re-sched their flight. That means I was stuck with my spoiled brat cousins. Anyway, the flight was okay. We still have to wait for an hour, stopovers suck. ;) We'll have another stopover in Anchorage, Alaska before we arrive in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: May kapatid ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Meron, 1..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Ikaw ung bestfriend ni Diana diba? San xa mag cocollege?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Close friends kami, sa UST, tourism sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Nagrereview ka ba? Saan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Magrereview pa lang, sa Ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Anong year mo na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Incoming 4th year..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Tanong lang ng tanong!;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: San ka nag aaral?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Sa Angelicum College Quezon City.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: San kayo sa NY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Sa Rego Park, Queens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Ano ginagawa mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Sumasagot nito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Pwede ka ba i-add sa Ym?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Sure, ;) pakilala ka lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Gago ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Oo, tignan mo nga, sinagutan ko tanong mo walang kwenta. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: What do you get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: When you fall inlove.. lala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Question: Bakla ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;:: Tagal na.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. I miss my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. My aunts laptop is broken. I might not be able to update this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. Dianne got mad with the guy who operates the pushcarts because the poor guy dropped her bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4. Dianne as usual made fun of the Ninoy Aquino Airport. She kept on comparing it with the airports in the place she lives in.[ JFK]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111480693243641304?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111480693243641304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111480693243641304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111480693243641304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111480693243641304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-now-in-korea-so-instead-of-going.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111469915689306966</id><published>2005-04-28T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T11:15:34.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im leaving tomorrow. Im off to New York with my family. Ill keep you updated. ;)&lt;br /&gt;This isnt a good day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/gal_constantinemaroulis.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantine got voted off in American Idol. That sucked.&lt;br /&gt;Then I have to be back in the Philippines by the 9th of May because I have review classes on the same day in Ahead Katipunan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111469915689306966?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111469915689306966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111469915689306966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111469915689306966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111469915689306966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-leaving-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111462307145073645</id><published>2005-04-28T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T10:31:11.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I slept at 6 am and woke up at around 8. I only had 2 hours of sleep. Thanks to the non-stop noise coming from my sisters room. The first thing I did was to call up ricky and tell him to be in McDonalds at 10. I took a bath then Divina called up. She said she was already in McDonalds. I asked my driver to bring me there and when I got there, Divina, Nolle and Ricky were there already. After catching up on things David arrived and said that John Lerry was waiting for us already. Hazel, Charm, Fil, Angelica and Tracy went to Mcdonalds too but they couldnt come with us. Anyway, we rode a jeepney from Banawe to Philcoa then we dropped by this place where we take a jeepney to go to UP. It was fun. We had to ride 3 jeepneys since the building was far. When we got to the Building of Social Works we looked for John Lerry. Then we all headed to SM North to meet up with Victor and Peggaycious. We went to the Foodcourt to eat then we decided to go to Circle since they didnt want to see Can this be love. Its corny. We had to take another jeepney ride. It was really tiring. We biked around for an hour then went to the playground. We decided to go home since we were causing mayhem already. Haha. Anyway, I wanna study in UP. Im really studying hard. My mom and I bought the Complete Manual and Reviewer set in National Bookstore. I am willing to sacrifice my summer[or atlest whats left of it :)]. Oh and BTW, ill be answering your questions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111462307145073645?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111462307145073645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111462307145073645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111462307145073645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111462307145073645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-slept-at-6-am-and-woke-up-at-around.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111454742304273710</id><published>2005-04-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T07:25:50.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of sleep a.k.a. suicide</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Its 4:05 am and I have no plans of sleeping. I already told my mom about it and she said that I maybe having sleeping disorders. I have to meet-up with my friends later in Mcdo Banawe. We'll go to UP Diliman because we have to fetch John Lerry first. Its too late for me to sleep, Id wake up at around 2 and miss the whole thing. I wont let that happen. Well, atleast not anymore. :) I cant wait to see them. My twin sister hazel and I are really excited about the whole thing since ahem ahem. Haha. Anyway, my week wasnt really that great and nothing significant happened. Anyway, I managed to watch 5 flicks today. Im such a couch potato. Anyway, as I was chatting with my old friend it made me realize how I am really blessed to have friends like Wisdom. I know that they are my real and true friends. Im not saying that my old ones are untrue and all, oh no! Thats not even close to the point im getting at. I am thankful that I got to be part of them because through them I found my way to my friends now. I never really imagined us making it this far. I just realized that my old friends and I have grown apart and that I have really found the friends who I know would always be there for me. Tried, Tested and Proven. I dont really care if they arent that popular and cool, cause in the long run, none of it would matter. Im getting really emotional now. ;) Anyway, props to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s0-close.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John Lerry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; for the random things. From now on Im going to write my emotions and silly-nothings in this blog, and I dont have to think about what others might say. I have been patient long enough, I thought you and your batallion of dorkwads would stop but no, I cant do this, I cant do that because youve been bossing me around. From now on, Im not gonna listen to you nor your dorkwads, I have my own opinion. So back off, we'll see who's boss now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Things:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ~ My dog nasha, managed to throw up twice in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ~ I havent talked to &lt;a href="http://rickythepissy.blogspot.com"&gt;ricky&lt;/a&gt; about the schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ~ Im glad my twin sister &lt;a href="http://www.ladyinpink-18.blogspot.com"&gt;Hazel&lt;/a&gt; realized that her boyfriend is nothing but a pathetic loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ~ &lt;a href="http://barraxblogspot.com"&gt;Barrax&lt;/a&gt; and I are friends again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ~ Im really lucky to have friends like Wisdom. I dont think ive said this before. but I love you guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 415px; HEIGHT: 1066px" height="1066" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/collage2.jpg" width="486" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh and here's a pic of My boyfriend and I with his mistress. Haha. You wiiish. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/Dsc00938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111454742304273710?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111454742304273710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111454742304273710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111454742304273710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111454742304273710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/lack-of-sleep-aka-suicide.html' title='Lack of sleep a.k.a. suicide'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111416719978478564</id><published>2005-04-22T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T03:53:19.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wish this was just a nightmare and that when I wake up, Ill be back in my wonderful life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im hating this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111416719978478564?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111416719978478564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111416719978478564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111416719978478564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111416719978478564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wish-this-was-just-nightmare-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111407591875846108</id><published>2005-04-21T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T02:31:58.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Im so freakin happy! I finally solved the Original Quest and the other quest. I cracked Da Vinci's code. Click &lt;a href="http://www.randomhouse.com/doubleday/davinci/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; to take the quiz.  I was really frustrated so I asked a little help from &lt;a href="liskot.org/~daniela/da_vinci_code.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; website andaya! :)And Robert Langdon e-mailed me. Well, atleast the fictional one did. And at the end of the quiz they give you a number you need to call. I got to hear the voice of Dan Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Dan Brown is one heck of a brilliant man! Dan for President!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, My mom, Luzon and I went shopping. I bought a pair of shoes and flip-flops.We also bought things to give to our cousins in the States. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111407591875846108?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111407591875846108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111407591875846108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111407591875846108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111407591875846108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-so-freakin-happy-i-finally-solved.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111401538295775947</id><published>2005-04-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T09:43:02.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nathan: i already know my future.. it's with haley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111401538295775947?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111401538295775947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111401538295775947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111401538295775947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111401538295775947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/nathan-i-already-know-my-future.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111392802009728568</id><published>2005-04-19T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T10:07:12.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 days ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8 days to go. Im really excited. I cant wait to see my cousins. Because the last time we were in New York I only got to spend 2 days with my cousins. So that kinda sucked. Im really excited because Im going to spend my birthday with my Aunt in Tennessee. Anyway, we still have 8 days to look for a dress to wear on my aunts wedding anniversarry. Im really excited to see all my cousins and aunts again. I never get tired of seeing them, I love them. I want a frap right now, no I actually need one. There's a new pope. I hope he's as good as the Late Pope John II. I have to go now. Anyway, I cant wait for my encounter with Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Paradise= New York. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The new pope.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/ratzinger.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111392802009728568?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111392802009728568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111392802009728568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111392802009728568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111392802009728568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/8-days.html' title='8 days ;)'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111366521282198994</id><published>2005-04-16T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:26:52.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with the people I care for.</title><content type='html'>I just got home from greenhills.My mom wanted to watch a movie but I was tired already so she just bought something. When we were eating my ex-bestfriend texted me. I was really shocked because it has been ages since we last talked. We talked about our lives and how we have grown apart. We really missed each other. I found out a lot of things about her. I really miss her. We're gonna go out sometime. I also got to talk to angeline, I was happy to know that she found his prince charming. Im so happy for her. Anyway, Ive been busy packing our things. I only have to vring 10 tops because my mom said were gonna go shopping! haha. Anyway, have to go now. My cousins and I are going to tagaytay tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111366521282198994?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111366521282198994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111366521282198994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111366521282198994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111366521282198994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/catching-up-with-people-i-care-for.html' title='Catching up with the people I care for.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111341109390446297</id><published>2005-04-13T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T09:51:33.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I was chatting with my cousin awhile ago, she's gonna buy me a PSP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: Hey! Are u in queens already?&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: No. Mom delayed our flight.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8:why do u ask?&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: I was obviously waiting for you guys&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: i miss you!&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: yeah i know. i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8:so how are u?&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: as usual bored. tired. i still have school though.&lt;br /&gt;Corrine:we have cheerleading practic tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: cool! i wanna see you practice when we get there!&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: Im sick. My condo's dirty.Im really screwed&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: yeah. ok.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: ill clean your room, when I get there.&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: what do you need?&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: tell me.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: ugh, nothing! well, an iPod shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: yeah rite. u expect me to buy you one.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: i dont expect you to buy one, i order you to do so.&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: lol.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: im sad. :( really sad.&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: I better get going its 9 am here, im going to gina's pad.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: ok. :( im still sad though.&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: how about a PSP?&lt;br /&gt;Corrine:its gonna cost me $250&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: no way?&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: do you want it?&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: tick-tock.&lt;br /&gt;hush_pinki8: ok. i so love you. :P&lt;br /&gt;Corrine: yah. ok. lol. See you soon! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I so love my cousin. I cant wait to be in NY. :) Ok, now thats something to look forward to! c:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111341109390446297?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111341109390446297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111341109390446297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111341109390446297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111341109390446297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/lovin-life.html' title='Lovin Life'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111323322118997381</id><published>2005-04-11T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T08:27:01.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really enjoyed this day, I had a great time because my cousins and I went shopping. I bought a lot of tops and I bought a d&amp;g light blue in Rustans. My oh-so vain cousins bought 3,00 pesos worth of make-ups in Rustans while I wasnt even interested. Then we went to starbucks and I asked &lt;a href="http://tishathebeaachgoddess.blogspot.com"&gt;tisha &lt;/a&gt;to treat me. Since they maid me wait for 20 mins in Grace's condo. Btw, tisha is trina's cousin. Sharing.ü Then trina called me up in my cell because she cant contact me in the car phone. Then my mom asked me and my cousins to accompany her in Market Market because she had to go shopping. I felt really sick because I was walking all day. Then chrissy gave me a necklace, it was really cute. Then we went to my cousins travel agency because she had to rebook her flight. She wanted to be on the same flight as ours. We also got our ticket. We will be leaving manila in April 29 at 10:30 pm. Ill be seeing my New York family soon!! Im so excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I got home I decided to bother John Lerry, then we called up my bestfriend Ricky. We talked about our escapade, haha. Ricky and I were fighting over where the outing should be. hai. I really miss Wisdom. :) Anyway, i have to go now, ill be meeting up with my bestfriend diana tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111323322118997381?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111323322118997381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111323322118997381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111323322118997381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111323322118997381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-really-enjoyed-this-day-i-had-great.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111304354305350557</id><published>2005-04-09T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:45:43.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;!-- BEGIN LINK CODE --&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ETonline.com/micro/couples/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ETonline.com/lib/images/celebs/184x99_hollywoodcouples_matchgame_mdamon_050308_et.jpg" width="184" height="99" border="0" alt="ETonline: Who's Your Celebrity Soulmate?" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- END LINK CODE --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111304354305350557?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111304354305350557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111304354305350557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111304354305350557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111304354305350557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/etonline-whos-your-celebrity-soulmate.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111304155970697036</id><published>2005-04-08T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T03:14:10.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its our school's PTC today. I didnmt go with my mom cause I wasnt in the mood. I just waited for my mom and she said that my report was good. I was able to finish all my subjects on time. My mom promised my sister and I that she'd allow us to go to my cousins party tomorrow if our reports and accomplishments are good. My mom went to her derma and asked me to accompany her. It took her 30 mins to get her face cleaned, then we all headed to Alabang to meet up with tisha. It was really fun, im getting to like their company.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111304155970697036?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111304155970697036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111304155970697036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111304155970697036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111304155970697036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-our-schools-ptc-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111287863522007327</id><published>2005-04-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T05:57:15.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day with my cousins.</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 9 am because I had to pick up my cousins at around 10. After I took a bath  I asked our driver to bring mr to my cousins house in Makati. The traffic was so bad I had to ask my cousin to wait for me because I might be running a little late. I got to her condo at around 10:30 then we went to Katipunan to fetch my cousin Tisha, when we got to their place we played with her dog first then we all headed to Powerplant but tisha's mom called up and asked her to go to Carrie's house because carrie's mom will be going to Batangas and no one's available to watch over carrie. We fetched carrie and we all went to gina's house. We stayed there and watched the flick two weeks notice. It was a really great movie. We went to Teriyaki boy and afterwards they went to our house in Makati then we all went to Starbucks. My cousins are so vain. They bought make-ups and stuff and to think that they are only 16 and 15 year old girls. :) ahaha. We played with our dogs and with the PS2. haha. My cousins are still here and we're about to go watch a movie or something. Bye everyone. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111287863522007327?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111287863522007327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111287863522007327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111287863522007327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111287863522007327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-with-my-cousins.html' title='a day with my cousins.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111280227158163059</id><published>2005-04-06T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T08:57:42.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;School officially ends today and Summer finally begins. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am totally pissed off with my sister right nowshe's a really irresponsible person. Imagine this: she lost the installer for the digital camera after using itthen when I asked her to look for it, she wasnt talking to me. I asked her to just send it to a diskette, and that bi**h turned her pc off&lt;/span&gt;. She has a way of making people feel bad, and shes really good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the last day for this schoolyear. I am happy to say that I cleared all my subjects. I went to school at around 9 today andI went to look for ricky first, sim said he was in Chemistry but I only found divina there. I went with them then we all looked for ricky, we stayed in Algebra to wait for John Lerry and Noelle. Ricky, Divina, Charm and I took a lot of pictures. When charm and divina left arwny sat beside us and started telling us things that were really funny. After they finished their ATs in Algeb we all went to theswimming pool because we were going to swim and I was going to teach them. When we got to the Pool we went to Ms. Riza first then we charged thedigicam. It was really great. I had a lot of fun. :) Anyway, my junior year was fun and these people made it extra special and memorable:John Lerry, Victoria, Ricky, Barrax, Katuga, Hazel, Charm, Cmang, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Noelle, Angelica, and the Angel Gabriel.We will still see each other but not as classmates but as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;TIL OUR NEXT HELLO'S. ANGEL GABRIEL STRONG ITO. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I got home I slept and I was awakened by a fone call. I thought it was just noelle telling me theyll be going to my house. It was my cousin, she asked me to accompany her to Galleria or G4 cause she wanted to go to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;a bookstore to buy a book. I was feeling lazy and I just asked her to go to National Book Store in Quezon Avenue. haha. When we got there she bought 3 books and I asked her to buy a book for me. Then we went to their house because I wanted to borrow their dvds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111280227158163059?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111280227158163059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111280227158163059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111280227158163059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111280227158163059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/04/school-officially-ends-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111159333303189744</id><published>2005-03-23T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T07:55:33.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This day was not at all fun. When I got to school, the first thing I did was to update in geometry, I took the 1st and 2nd achievement test. It was so hard. John Lerry, Hazel, Fil, Cathleen and I took the Achievement test without even studying. After taking the test, we all went to the canteen to eat. I realized a lot of things today. At exactly 11 erika and I updated in Algebra and the Achievement test was harder. I know I failed. :( I saw something today, something thats not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 subjects left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I hate you.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I hate myself for liking you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111159333303189744?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111159333303189744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111159333303189744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111159333303189744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111159333303189744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-day-was-not-at-all-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111141236388662926</id><published>2005-03-20T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T05:39:23.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 7 today. I texted my friens Victoria and Noelle. Victoria immediately replied and said that she cant join the outreach&lt;br /&gt;because she was sick. Noelle said she was still doing her chores and asked me to wait for her. I told her I cant come because I wasnt feeling good. I then called up my friend wirejoints and we talked about a lot of things, I was telling stories about my friends and she suddenly said something that wasnt nice. I never thought of her as a person who would say such things to Wisdom. Has she forgotten that Wisdomers are my original friends? I put the fone down on her and I told her to stop calling or texting me.I then recalled that she also said bad things about my friends. I kept onm rejecting her calls and I texted her and told her thatif she doesnt like my friends or she has something against them, its alright with me, but I told her that she has NO and I mean NO right to say things about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 10 am I was awakened by 5 evil people. haha. I saw my cousins, dianne, ashley, nickolas, lucero and zeth. I was really surprisedbecause I thought they were still in the US. I then took a bath as they decided to play with my PC and PS II. They created a mess.We then decided to go out. We watched a flick then we decided to go to Starbucks and just hang-out. Something came up I dont wanna blog about that.At around 7 we went to my cousins pad in Makati and stayed there for 2 hours my gosh, his place was super nice. and I mean super. Everythingwas made up of glass. It was really great. We just played around and we all left their pad at around 9. We went to alabang and I forgot to turnmy computer off! I was online in YM the whole time. lol, I went home at around 12 and my cousins slept at our house. My cousins are going back to the states on Wednesday. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111141236388662926?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111141236388662926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111141236388662926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111141236388662926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111141236388662926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-woke-up-at-around-7-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111123886506105398</id><published>2005-03-19T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T08:50:08.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The biggest question in life.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IF?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walalang. That's probably the toughest question to answer.. or to even ask. Sometimes, I dare not speak my mind since I'm afraid I'll blurt out this question and end up hearing things I don't really want to hear. But even if I shun the thought of even asking this, the question is still echoing in my mind. I don't know. I think that asking the question what if shows that you're not content with your life. Kasi diba, why bother knowing your alternative options if you're already satisfied with what you have? Pero sometimes, it's super inevitable to stop asking the question what if. Blame it on &lt;em&gt;paranoia, insecurity or even lack of faith&lt;/em&gt;. Lately, a lot of what if's have been echoing in my mind. It's not that I like thinking of those things in the first place. It's just that.. I'm not really sure of things right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Screw you! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times and I guarantee that at some point one or both of us will want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life cause I know in my heart you're the only one for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'd give up forever to touch you, coz I know that you feel me somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Then you'd start to believe this illusion that this person cares. And then you'll be back in your dreamworld.. you'll be back in your heaven.. Then reality strikes. And once again, this person was able to build and break you.somehow here is gone..GREAT! Paikotikot lang siya. Isang cycle na walang katapusan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111123886506105398?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111123886506105398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111123886506105398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111123886506105398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111123886506105398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/all-that-shimmers-in-this-world-is.html' title='all that shimmers in this world is sure to fade.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111088862577698943</id><published>2005-03-15T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T04:10:25.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/isay and dad.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/isay and dad.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of my dad and I. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111088862577698943?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111088862577698943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111088862577698943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111088862577698943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111088862577698943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/picture-of-my-dad-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111088851944447134</id><published>2005-03-15T03:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T04:08:39.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A lot of things happpened today.I have finished the last module in Algebra and TLE. I took the Achievement Test in TLE and right then and there I knew I flunked. haha. I have already finished 10 subjects. And finishing the mastery test's in algebra was a major breakthrough. I only have 2 subjects to worry about. All my hard work actually paid off. :) now, im worrying about chemistry. I still have 2 modules left. I really have to work hard since I want to clear all my subjects. One more thing, classes in Angelicum( my school) ends in the 6th of April.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111088851944447134?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111088851944447134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111088851944447134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111088851944447134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111088851944447134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/lot-of-things-happpened-today.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111080910806666185</id><published>2005-03-14T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T06:05:08.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My day absoulutely sucked. Except for the fact that my mom said our trip to New York and Chicago are not cancelled! Hooray! ill be seeing my family and friends again!! I wasnt in the mood to do anything. I just bummed around. I have been experiencing tummyaches and headaches the whole day. It even worse. I only attended 3 subjects since im already cleared. I am confident enough that i would finish my subjects on time. My Formal Theme book which was writtenfor 3 times already was returned to me again. But this time with a message that says: Follow the cornest margin my dearest Isay! Ms. Brozo has a way of making you feel glad about your mistakes. Mosta? haha. When I got home, my mom asked me to go with her to my cousins house. Since im not feeling well at all, i decided to stay home. I told my mom to just leave mebut she decided to stay home. I suck. Anyhoo, my aunt arrived today. Too bad we cant go with her because im sick. But my mom promised me that we'd bring her out sometime. We would stay in her pad when we get to New York. I remember Last summer when we went to New York, i called up 911 because I was fooling around. Big mistake. Haha. I have to go now, im reallt not feeling well. 42 days to go! haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111080910806666185?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111080910806666185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111080910806666185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111080910806666185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111080910806666185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-day-absoulutely-sucked.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111036633773409835</id><published>2005-03-09T02:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T03:05:37.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;John Lerry and I are okay now. Nobody can resisist my charm. lol, Its amazing how I manage to put a smile on my face even when I know that nothings okay. Whats the use of crying? I am now begining to enjoy school. After 9 months of spending time there, I can now finally say that im begining to like it. This day wasnt really that great, I have been arguing with a friend. Its all because of a person trying to destroy our friendship. Is that what envy can do? I pity you. Your doing this all because of a guy?&lt;strong&gt;Am i really that great?&lt;/strong&gt; If not, then why do you still need to break our friendship? Is it bad for a guy and a girl to be just friends? Im sorry if he doesnt like you, but why put the blame on me? haha. And for the record I dont even like him. Happy? You know what.. Your not really that bad, your just misunderstood. Anyhoo,  Im all set for summer!! My mom and I have everything planned out! My mom said we are going to Chicago on the 10th of May! I cant wait! I miss my cousins a lot! I cant wait to see them again! There'll be no summer for me cause when I get to Chicago, its not summer yet! what the heck? My mom needs to leave Manila because her free miles in Korean Air can take her to chicago and New York rountrip. Cool! Im all psyched out about summer that I forgot about my Algebra Prof and my Formal Theme Book! Reality Check: We still have 1 month left before summer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have to go now, my mom and I have to go shopping! We have to buy pasalubong for our relatives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111036633773409835?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111036633773409835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111036633773409835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111036633773409835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111036633773409835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/summer.html' title='summer!!'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-111018822985381952</id><published>2005-03-07T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T01:37:09.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/jako2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/jako2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry.. Youre one of my closest friends. I hope everything would be okay. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-111018822985381952?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/111018822985381952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=111018822985381952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111018822985381952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/111018822985381952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110994602117726769</id><published>2005-03-04T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T06:20:21.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;you're falling back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; the star that i can't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; but i know you're out there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;somewhere out there you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; falling out of reach &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;defying gravity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but i know you're out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; somewhere out there&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahah. May naalala lang akong tao. Kasi ang cool, parang kahit na hindi kami lagi naguusap.. pagnakausap ko siya.. parang.. yeah. One of my oldest friends who've seen me through braces and havoc days. Yeah. I'm thankful that I still get to talk to him once in a while. I'm thankful that I can still find a friend in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how time leaves this strange effect on people. I guess time is just like fate -- it plays you. You think you know but as time/fate unfolds things aren't what you expect. Maybe it is far from what you expected but then again.. it's always much better coz it's real. It isn't something that will last until someone wakes you up, it last until time knows when. Iunno. It's just that.. It's so weird how the past and the present seem so different from each other. It's like two different worlds and the only link is you and your memories.&lt;br /&gt;On another note.. It's weird how dense guys can be at times. It's like you're not sure if they're acting dense to be cute or they're just plain dense. But then again.. dense or not you still like them. whaha:D yuckk. labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super bad trip dati kasi I started liking someone. I denied and I lied. I don't know. I just didn't like it. So I built a wall around myself so that no one will figure it out.. but as the wall got taller and taller I begun to suffocate. I learned that suppressing only makes things worse. And.. yeah. I got super frustrated that I finally told someone. I told my barkada. And it turned out to be the smartest thing I did. I can finally breathe again. Yeah, it meant admitting it was real but in the end.. what can I do? It had always been real. Admitting wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I didn't die. So, I guess admitting something yet again wouldn't make me less of a person.. so.. yeah. I'm getting to like this feeling that I've found. Hahaha. It's no longer a bad thing I guess. I mean, it still is a hassle but.. hassles can be fun, right? awmsgoafwiisa.. mosta? ahaha dapat cnb nalang.. :) dhoi, i dont care. haha, I wont spend my oh-so precious time on you. if he loves you so much then why cant you trust him? funny..dwibo..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110994602117726769?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110994602117726769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110994602117726769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110994602117726769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110994602117726769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/youre-falling-back-to-me-star-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993395443996626</id><published>2005-03-04T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:59:14.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/_smiL020.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/_smiL020.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cathleen and mac &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993395443996626?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993395443996626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993395443996626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993395443996626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993395443996626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/cathleen-and-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993393861279238</id><published>2005-03-04T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:58:58.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/_smiLe__eklat.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/_smiLe__eklat.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissors anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993393861279238?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993393861279238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993393861279238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993393861279238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993393861279238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/scissors-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993390854954526</id><published>2005-03-04T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:58:28.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/sir.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/sir.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Mondarte, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993390854954526?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993390854954526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993390854954526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993390854954526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993390854954526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/sir-mondarte.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993378775501884</id><published>2005-03-04T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:56:27.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/_smiL010.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/_smiL010.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricky, telling john lerry to slow down and asking him to return his ID. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993378775501884?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993378775501884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993378775501884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993378775501884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993378775501884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/ricky-telling-john-lerry-to-slow-down.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993364149838831</id><published>2005-03-04T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:54:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/_smiL003.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/_smiL003.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmates.. pretending to be interested.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993364149838831?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993364149838831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993364149838831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993364149838831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993364149838831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-classmates.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993357089383450</id><published>2005-03-04T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:52:50.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/jako.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/jako.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lerry.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993357089383450?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993357089383450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993357089383450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993357089383450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993357089383450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/lerry.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993350636869127</id><published>2005-03-04T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:51:46.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/jakosleep.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/jakosleep.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lerry looks really cute..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993350636869127?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993350636869127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993350636869127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993350636869127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993350636869127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/lerry-looks-really-cute.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110993343653392472</id><published>2005-03-04T02:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:50:36.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/_smiL001.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/_smiL001.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures taken during our CLE class. Shows how interested my classmates are..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110993343653392472?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110993343653392472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110993343653392472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993343653392472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110993343653392472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/pictures-taken-during-our-cle-class.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110985474948880279</id><published>2005-03-03T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T05:04:36.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>barbers day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's Victoria's 17th birthday today. I wasnt really supposed to go to school because my fever was at its worse. I wasnt the only one, Noelle was also sick. Anyhoo, when I got to school I saw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://so-close.blogspot.com"&gt;Cathleen, &lt;/a&gt;Charm, &lt;a href="http://so-close.blogspot.com"&gt;John Lerry&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and Katuga in sir jeuz's table. They were all talking since I always wanted to be the center of attraction/attention I immediately joined them, we just found ourselves laughing, then I saw becbec with ricky again, they were walking towards our room, becbec had brought 2 dozens of doughnut for the class. And it had Christian Bautista's cd. haha. They declared this day as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BARBERS DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. meaning everything you say that isnt true isnt being rated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RHGP&lt;/strong&gt; -we were supposed to watch a documentary on hell. since the vcd wasnt available we just watched something that was too old to explain. Instead of watching I just talked to my classmates and we just kept on fooling around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geometry-&lt;/strong&gt; We had our post-test today on Mod. 12 which is actually the last module. It was really hard to anlyze but thanks to my very useful and intelligent seatmate I was able to answer all the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;- Ms. Cation gave us a brief introduction to Stoich 2. It wasnt easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PE&lt;/strong&gt;- Instead of having our Phy. Ed. our class was asked to go to the library cause our teacher in AP would take over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;took the 2nd AT. I found it hard cause I didnt read the book. so aun, mosta? haha. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health&lt;/strong&gt;- I was with Cathleen and Tracyness the whole time, we were laughing and the next thing I know I had my hair tucked up in my ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;- I took the 2nd AT and I found it har cause I didnt read the book. so mosta?:p haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Random Things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some cheap loser used my friends name and said things that aren't nice..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Bahala ka! pag d mo binalik ung ID ko.."- Ricky Desuyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"16 palang ako!" -Victoria Corral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.flash-gear.com/water/wat.php?c=f&amp;o=1&amp;amp;id=53681&amp;k=10057628&amp;amp;s=30&amp;w=160&amp;amp;h=120"&gt; &lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt; &lt;param name="salign" value="LT"&gt; &lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.flash-gear.com/water/wat.php?c=f&amp;o=1&amp;amp;id=53681&amp;k=10057628&amp;amp;s=30&amp;w=160&amp;amp;h=120" quality="high" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" salign="LT" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" width="160" height="120" name="wat480879" align="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;move your cursor around the picture..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110976441853039977?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110976441853039977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110976441853039977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110976441853039977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110976441853039977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/move-your-cursor-around-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110967477920515188</id><published>2005-03-01T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:59:39.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;My grandma celebrated her 86th birthday yesterday it was a blast! a lot of relatives came and the party was really extravagant. Afterwards my family and I went to Hyatt Hotel to spend the night there. It was really a night to remember. Pictures to follow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110967477920515188?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110967477920515188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110967477920515188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110967477920515188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110967477920515188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-grandma-celebrated-her-86th.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110967448479601995</id><published>2005-03-01T02:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T02:54:44.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Everything goes down due to gravity our Chem teacher said yesterday.. Though it's a scientific law, somehow I wanted to counter her. Because I had felt more than once this year that nothing can pull me down - anti-gravity. It's as if, you're feeling happy.. no, not just happiness.. euphoria perhaps?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Flying has often been associated with happiness. Take Peter Pan for instance, happy thoughts made Wendy, John and Michael fly. (well, happy thoughts plus fairy dust, but hey.. happy thoughts parin!ü) See? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's just that some moments are really wonderful that though the memory is a bit faded, whenever it crosses your mind, it never fails to emit the same kind of high you felt when the moment took place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I guess that's the nicest feeling.. knowing you have a lot of happy memories stored in your memory bank and that there are still a lot more anti-gravity moments headed your way. -Feb 16, 9ish pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;naiinis ako kasi nalilito ako. parang.. okay? is this real or what? i mean come on.. this is all so scripted. this is all so fake. or is it just me? am i being too negative? i don't know. i guess it's because i heard all this shit before and it's sick to hear the same set of insincere words. but you know what's more sick? falling for the same lame words again and again. i'm a sucker for the words everyone's been throwing at me.. i'm a sucker for the "supposed" ending that people expect me to have that i even start to believe that it'll happen.. not that i blame you for anything, i mean.. it's not you.. it's them.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110967448479601995?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110967448479601995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110967448479601995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110967448479601995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110967448479601995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/03/everything-goes-down-due-to-gravity.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110924768881259350</id><published>2005-02-24T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T04:21:28.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just got home from my cousins house, i had to talk to him cause ive been hearing a lot of things about him. We had our bag inspected today because of the camping on saturday. I had to tell them that my things were complete because if it wasnt id have to go back tomorrow. Anyhoo, when I got home mom asked me if I wanted to go with them because my aunt was arriving from the US today. Supeeer cool! Cant wait to go to Duty Free tomorrow. havta go now, my aunt will be arriving in a hour.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i'm so thankful you're here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Let the whole thing pass me by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There is no time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;To waste asking why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll run away with you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I need to let go, let go, let go, let go of this pride,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Until this echo, echo, echo, echo can subside"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haha! Walalang. This song serves as my constant reminder that thinking too much is not good. Being paranoid.. is just not nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I talked to Mac through Y!M last night. It was weird how easy it was to tell him all the things that's been bothering my mind. And he doesn't have a clue on who/what I was talking about kaya unbiased ung advice niya. (at un naman talaga ang kailangan ko.. hehe) Basta.. tapos ito ung favorite advice nya na sinabi sakin: kahit ano mangyari, if kaya mo, ride ka lang. wala lang. kasi, kung iisipin mo.. tama siya eh. You just have to go with it. The more you analyze things, the more you question truths/facts/whatever. Ganon naman talaga dapat ang buhay eh.. enjoy the ride. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;When I was getting ready to sleep, I found myself wondering.. what if hindi na lang siya ung inask ko? Wala lang. Tapos naisip ko.. na what if hindi ko siya inask.. mangyayari kaya ung mga ngyari? Tapos.. I then came to a realization that I'd rather face the kalaboans of the world rather than trade all those times. yep! totoo yan. pero secret lang. hahaha ewan ko ba. kahit ang cold niya minsan.. namamake-up naman un ng mga panahon na hindi siya cold.. tama na reg napapaisip ka nanaman eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110924768881259350?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110924768881259350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110924768881259350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110924768881259350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110924768881259350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-got-home-from-my-cousins-house.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110915966324504861</id><published>2005-02-23T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T03:54:23.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Have you ever felt that you're in a dream? It's as if you're in this enclosed space where nothing can go wrong, like you're in this super perfect place wherein nothing can drag you down. Now if you can relate to what I'm saying, then you probably have felt that you're in a dream. That you're in this other realm where the gods and all those other entities are in your favor.&lt;br /&gt;You see, dreams are where our subconscious minds run free without any factors (ie: our logical selves) hindering it from thinking of what it wants to think of. That is where we "see" our deepest desires and our deepest fears. Have you ever awoken from slumber only to find this huge smile plastered on your face as you recall your dream? Things you never thought that could happen can actually happen in that place you go to when you sleep. Tapos at times, when dreaming.. things can actually surprise you. It's like a "pwede pala un.. onga noh.." moment of realization.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the point.. dreams happen when you're sleeping. But sometimes it also happens when you're awake. Something that used to be a product of one's imagination can actually come true in real life. Tapos, minsan din, something happens.. something you never thought that could actually happen.. and this thing, though you never expected it to happen turns in to a dream. How? Because it carries a sort of magic that only dreams have. Dreams kasi sort of casts a spell on you.. na parang it gives you this weird feeling.. sort of like happiness but it's really not happiness. Tapos, all of a sudden, this thing that exists in real life also makes you feel that indescribable feeling. So.. yeah.. it sorta became a dream na din kahit na it's real. It's a dream coz you don't want to wake up. Alam mo naman na it won't last forever, but still you want to get lost in your dream and try to cherish every fleeting moment. So.. you open your eyes, praying that you're ready for reality.&lt;br /&gt;Then when you open your eyes, you realize that it's not a dream.. It's real. Sunshine hits your skin, each ray radiating that indescribable feeling you were sure you'd never feel once you stepped away from the shadows of the dream world. That's the most wonderful feeling - knowing that the moment is real and that it had really happened, and that you know that you don't need dreams coz reality is just as great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;you're falling back to me the star that i can't see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110915966324504861?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110915966324504861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110915966324504861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110915966324504861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110915966324504861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/have-you-ever-felt-that-youre-in-dream.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110907554848897569</id><published>2005-02-22T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T04:32:28.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A friend of mine ym-ed me a while ago, she said something that wasnt really nice. i cant believe something that impossible would become a rumor and something that they'd talk about. Well anyway, im okay now and besides my friends and I know the real story. And I think thats the only thing that matters. :) It was also the first time that I didnt let something like that affect me, i was always a crybaby, I guess i change a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I hate to break it to you, but I lost a very good friend because of your big mouth. So just zip it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Annoying girl--the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; one who thinks she's gorgeous and smart and every boy is in love with her. She shouts, "Me, me, me!". She's the most self-righteous person in the room, but she's insecure about appearing too self-righteous, so she giggles a lot and acts stupid to hide her supposed genius. And she's the loudest, messiest, drunk you've ever seen. Without her friends, she'd pass out in a puddle of sick in the bathroom floor or wind up going home with some sleazy older guy. But her friends always semm to take pity on her, and the next day she's boucier than ever, smiling like nothing happened.  We all have a little bit of Annoying Girl in us. That's why we love to hate her so much. She's so fine with herself you want to slap her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE'S PISSING ME OFF.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BITCH #2 I don't wanna name names. Pero sa lahat ng ayaw ko mga PLASTIC  and PACUTE. Oh and don't forget USER.I just want you to know that you're not all that. You thnk you're on top but you're not. You think everyone envies you but they don't;I'm not saying that I am all that but at least I don't rub it in everyone's face. You make people see something that you're not...PLASTIC. You think you don't do those things but you actually do. Don't play innocent with me, honey. There's nothing wrong with showing the real you. Eventhough you're bitchassing me, I'm still your friend. You just pissed me off a bit. *mwah*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110907554848897569?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110907554848897569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110907554848897569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110907554848897569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110907554848897569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/friend-of-mine-ym-ed-me-while-ago-she.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110879689833251314</id><published>2005-02-18T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T23:08:18.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/640/DSCN2849.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/71/3667/320/DSCN2849.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th birthday to my dear cousin: Hannah Kildoyle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110879689833251314?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110879689833251314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110879689833251314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110879689833251314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110879689833251314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/happy-4th-birthday-to-my-dear-cousin.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110879355138266118</id><published>2005-02-18T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T22:16:26.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;after a couple of ups and downs, life is again at its mediocre state. kinda missed it for a while. but when i come to think of it, i like challenge. Anyhoo, i went to alabang with my momyesterday cause she had to go to my cousins party. They were celebrating his dog's 1st birthday, I didnt expect the party to be that extravagant. Flowers were everywhere and my cousins swimming poolwas filled with flowers. It was hella fun, when I got home i went online then my friend said something about her boyfrien.&lt;br /&gt;I know I shouldn't be acting like this but I just can't help it. People like you piss the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you've finally changed cz it was so not you to arrange something like this BUT surprise surprise, you backed off the last minute. The latter part is so you. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You run away from your problems when they're right in front of you. You're a coward. You don't know what strength really is. Hell if you view all that's been happening, I may appear stronger than you are. Atleast I know I have to face the cosequences of my actions.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah and my mom didnt allow me to join our camping in Makiling, hooray for me! And it was all because of the dangerous activities that the NPA are doing there, come on mom, im not a 3 year old.&lt;br /&gt;We went shopping yesterday! I was able to buy 2 bags, 3 tops, 2 flip-flops and when we got to the body shop i just couldnt help but to buy the bronzer and the loose powder I wanted. I so love my mom. :)&lt;br /&gt;My aunt will be home this friday, I miss her a lot. And my mom surprised me by telling us that we will be able to go to New York this summer. I cant wait!&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, i already finished my research paper. goodluck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th Birthday to my cousin Hannah Kildoyle! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/DSCN2849.jpg"&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/DSCN2849.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110879355138266118?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110879355138266118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110879355138266118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110879355138266118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110879355138266118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/after-couple-of-ups-and-downs-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110864880650943083</id><published>2005-02-17T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T06:00:06.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its our schools 4th PTC tomorrow, im really excited cause I really want to show my mom all my accomplishments. I really worked hard for them. Well, my week was great I finally got my pc fixed. and we celebrated my sisters birthday last monday, she actually had 2 celebrations. I was also happy cause i finally got the chance to finish my 2nd Achievement test in CLE. I cant believe it took my teacher 5 days to check my stinkin paper. And its also official, Ms. Modesto is the meanest librarian you'd ever encounter. She made us rewrite our IP. I went to my cousins house last saturday cause they will be celebrating an event im quite not aware of, when I got to their house i was really surprised cause I didnt expect it to be that big. It had 8 bedrooms and 4 comfort rooms. 2 living rooms and 2 dining rooms. It was friggin big! haha, We'll have our camping next week, and my aunt will be back next friday I asked her to buy some things for me. :) Im also excited about our Camping it will still be in Mt. Makiling but this time we'd have to walk all the way to our campsite. According to KATUGA we'd have to walk for 2 hours. one word: barbers. ahaha, anyyway, i have to go now. catch y'all later! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110864880650943083?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110864880650943083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110864880650943083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110864880650943083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110864880650943083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-our-schools-4th-ptc-tomorrow-im.html' title=''/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110811878966705154</id><published>2005-02-11T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T02:46:29.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>right time, wrong person.</title><content type='html'>I was having a blast during english and algebra. I was having a great time and I was really doing a great job with my modules. At around 10:45 something "unpleasant" happened during our chemistry time, im really not in the mood to be talking about the incident again. From now on, i'll be watching my words. I swear, i will not say anything bad to people i dont know anyore.( Ricky is an exception).  We had an exam with geometry and I wasnt really happy with the results i had. I passed.  I am now reading Angels and Demons, its really a great book.  We have to do our Investigatory Project in Cathleen's house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it for now, im still not in the mood to blog about things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110811878966705154?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110811878966705154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110811878966705154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110811878966705154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110811878966705154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/right-time-wrong-person.html' title='right time, wrong person.'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110794166958402909</id><published>2005-02-09T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:34:29.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the "in" thing today. </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know the in thing today? I haven't tried it yet but I know a lot who are addicted to it na...it's backstabbing others when you don't help them during music . It's probably fun because it's really uso nowadays. Ya know coz they're the cool peeps. Sohreh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I mean, why can't you say it to my face na lang. WHY??? You're scared but you're so cool in backstabbing us? You don't have to be scared, honey, you're coool naman e, so there's nothing to be scared of.&lt;br /&gt;Just remeber this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What goes around comes around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What goes up must come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*mwah*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9674930-110794166958402909?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110794166958402909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110794166958402909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110794166958402909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110794166958402909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-thing-today.html' title='the &quot;in&quot; thing today. '/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110735446287647433</id><published>2005-02-02T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T06:39:11.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I always knew that looking back on the times I cried would make me laugh.But I didn't realize that looking back on the tmes I laughed wld make me cry</title><content type='html'>I finally decided to update my blog. I have been really busy with school. Last thursday we had our Achievement Test in Chemistry. I failed, BIG time. Ill make up for it. I swear. I finally finished 3 of my subjects and Im about to finish 3 more. I hope i finish it all before the 4th PTC or else im a goner. I swear my mom is expecting a lot from me. My sister will be celebrating her birthday on the 14th meaning im not allowed to go out with my friends. Today we had our career orientation it was boring. Staying in the auditorium for 4 straight hours only lead to one thing: back pains. During chem we had this expiremint wherein we have to count the number of grains of .5 kilograms of rice. My classmate Simran finishd earlier so he decided to brag about it. He was going to our table and was sort of giving us the u-guys-are-so-stupid look. Im gonna kill him.I cant believe the schoolyear will end in 2 months. haha. goodbye freedom hello torture. being a junior is hard and exciting. and being a senior is plain tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so excited for summer. I wanna go to Davao or Cebu this April I dunno why, its maybe because Ive been to a lot of places outside the phil. and I havent even been to the Places in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a greeting card from my Aunt yesterday. It was all about forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wouldn’t it be nice if we were older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then we wouldn’t have to wait so long&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And wouldn’t it be nice to live together&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the kind of world where we belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prettiest thing:&lt;br /&gt;Megan Fox is gorgeous. And guess what? She's also from Tennessee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v440/hush_pink/90-32513-sm.jpg"&gt;Megan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung iisipin mo, 'di naman dati ganito&lt;br /&gt;Teka muna, teka lang, kelan tayo nailang?&lt;br /&gt;Kung iisipin mo, 'di naman dati ganito&lt;br /&gt;Kay bilis kasi ng buhay, pati tayo natangay&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/9674930-110735446287647433?l=fairyinpink18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/feeds/110735446287647433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9674930&amp;postID=110735446287647433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110735446287647433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9674930/posts/default/110735446287647433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fairyinpink18.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-always-knew-that-looking-back-on.html' title='I always knew that looking back on the times I cried would make me laugh.But I didn&apos;t realize that looking back on the tmes I laughed wld make me cry'/><author><name>pinkfairy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07546029244051146706</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-9674930.post-110674884015915915</id><published>2005-01-26T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T06:14:00.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last thursday we had our photo shoot, wisdom was complete. It was really fun, i must admit i was so excited for it. We were all complete plus our two favorite teachers were there: Ms. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pagente aka &lt;strong&gt;"Paritzie" &lt;/strong&gt; and Ms. Regino a.k.a "&lt;strong&gt;Battered Mom"&lt;/strong&gt; those two are the best. Later that day John Lerry and I were telling erikikay stories about what we used to do when we were in 2nd year. I really miss Wisdom.  Being with wisdom makes me feel special and loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a little poem david wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wisdom Forever, For All Eternity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;It seems only like yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;only a simple dream away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I thought we were all there to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now I realize that we all have to move away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Best of Friends, forever true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no one left out, not one out in the blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;once I thought it may come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now you've all gone. What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wisdom, o Wisdom, where have you gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;We are now so far away, is our friendship done?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I mourn for the days when we walked in the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now you've all gone.. Why must you run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Must age tarnish, Must time batter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the days when we walked through the halls of Alma Mater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now you're all gone, you've left me behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Where is the Joy? Whrere is the Laughter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I have suffered a lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I've lost so many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Why must it be so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Now I realize, tearfully realize that it's now time to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Eternity can never erase,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Forever cannot impare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;the Love I felt for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;God knows how much I care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;How my Love is forever true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;If death seperate us further, so be it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But even death cannot it's might compare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;with the greatest love, with the simplest care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Oh yes, death shall never dare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Wisdom, O Wisdom, eternity is so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;but I will wait till that day we're together again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;May impatience not corrupt me, may time not make me hate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;for forever is worse than late!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;As I wake from My dreams, as I face the new horizons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I might just realize that it was never meant to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;But swifter than the proud eagle, stronger than the noble lion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;my undying love for you will stand here for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-A Legacy to Remember... -So Long as I am Me...Wisdom Forever... 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