<?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-27518094</id><updated>2011-07-29T05:54:49.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enchanting moments</title><subtitle type='html'>The darkest hour is the best time to see the stars. It is when life seems most harsh and painful that the most wonderful blessings arrive...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-7143525960222537722</id><published>2010-05-01T19:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T19:40:47.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May 1st&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of May, my birth month and I just hate it. It only means that I have only a month left for vacation and another 9 months of sleepless nights and stressful days are coming nearer and nearer in front of my face. I did not enroll to summer classes (academic) because I told myself that I will give this summer to myself, recover from the very crucial changes I gone through during my 1st and 2nd semester in UP, find myself, just do whatever I want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-7143525960222537722?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7143525960222537722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=7143525960222537722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7143525960222537722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7143525960222537722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-1st-its-first-day-of-may-my-birth.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-6655677633606299222</id><published>2010-04-03T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:30:37.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Bitter Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an entry from my iPod March 27, 2010 9:40PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kaya lang, you really have to accept the fact na hindi talaga siya para sa'yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Ngayon ko lang nasabi nang deretso itong mga katagang ito sa sarili ko. Siguro nga panahon na para tanggapin ko na itong katotohanang ito. Siguro alam ko na rin sa sarili ko, alam na nang katawan ko na eto na yung tamang panahon. Alam ko ko na asa sarili ko na okay na ako kahit madalas ko pa rin siya na-iisip, nagde-day dream ng kung anu-anong masasayang bagay na sana nagagawa naming dalawa. Kaya lang hindi ganon. May iba siyang mahal at alam ko kung gano niya yun kamahal, na kahit ilang beses pa sila magkatampuhan, kahit ilang beses pa siya mambabae alam ko babalik at babalik pa rin siya sa kanya. Kahit na minsan nasasakal siya, bale wala sa kanya lahat yun. Masaktan na lahat wag lang ang kanyang pinakamamahal. Nkakalungkot pero yun ang totoo at kailangan ko nang tanggapin ang katotohanan na 'yon. Masyado na rin namang matagal.  Madami na rin akong naaksayang panahon at pagkakataon sa pagpapaniwala ko sa sarili ko na may pag-asa pa kahit na alm ko namang wala na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro, mahal na sa kung mahal, pero pagod na rin ako (sa wakas ba ito?). Ang hirap niya pala talaga mahalin. Hindi na naman siguro masama kung mag-give up na ako. Para naman isipin ko yung sarili ko. Sino ba ako? Ano ba talaga ang gusto ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung letter ko, yung message in a bottle, sabi ko ikaw lang yung una at huling lalaki na mamahalin ko ng ganito. Totoo yun, wala na talaga akong mamahalin pa na ibang lalaki tulad ng pagmamahal na binigay ko sa'yo, sayang nga lang at binalewala mo lang 'yon. I still love you but i have yo let go now. It's time to give myself freedom from all these pain and sufferings my love for you has caused me and seek what truly makes me happy... I love you, always have, always will. I'll see in the future or maybe in our next lifetime and I hope in our next lifetime we will be together...forever...&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-6655677633606299222?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6655677633606299222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6655677633606299222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6655677633606299222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6655677633606299222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/bitter-truth-entry-from-my-ipod-march.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8748208648261935617</id><published>2010-04-03T21:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T22:30:08.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Akala mo lang oo, pero HINDI! HINDI! HINDI!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from my iPod&lt;br /&gt;edited: March 27, 2010 9:44PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan akala mo naka-move-on ka na pero dadating ang panahon o pagkakataon na marerealize mo na hindi pa pala. Unti-unting babalik ang mga masasayang alaala ng nakaraan, mangungulila at hihilingin na sana ay bumalik ang dating samahan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8748208648261935617?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8748208648261935617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8748208648261935617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8748208648261935617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8748208648261935617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/akala-mo-lang-oo-pero-hindi-hindi-hindi.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-6121573428838209785</id><published>2010-04-01T23:13:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:42:15.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>another entry from my iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 24, 2010 12:00AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this feeling. The feeling that you think you've moved on but really you are not. From time to time the feeling of hopefulness and helplessness come together making me wonder if the words spoken three years ago would really happen in the future and imagining doing good romantic things together like joyriding, going to the nearest beach possible and just do whatever we want to do. Go to Alabang and have afternoon snacks at Bizu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish all these would come true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-6121573428838209785?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6121573428838209785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6121573428838209785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6121573428838209785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6121573428838209785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-entry-from-my-ipod-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-1045134958631606906</id><published>2010-04-01T21:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:43:29.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>short entries from my iPod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 17, 2010 8:16AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at St. Therese right now and I feel so light, I cannot explain... I never felt this serene for quite some time now. I can feel the summer and the holy week. I want to go to a beach far from here and look for my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to make plans for my summer. I want to so a lot of things. I want to do driving lessons, spend vacation at Lolo's place, frequently meet with Danica, enroll to JRP with Danica, continue my piano lessons, spend some time at the beach, celebrate my 19th birthday at Fun Ranch in Ortigas with Danica and "WHO" ONLY. Then at night, go to Encore in The Fort to celebrate with my other friends and make it extraordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb. 24, 2010 11:08PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napakabilis ng oras. Wednesday na submission na ng journal mamaya wala pa akong nagagawa. Sobrang tinatamad na ako. Gusto ko lang matulog. Parang sobrang kulang na kulang ako sa tulog kahit sa tingin ko mahaba na tulog ko, parang kulang pa rin. So tired. Ngayon naman patulog na ako hindi naman ako maantok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 1, 2010 10:39PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag kailangan mo ng makakausap nandito lang ako. Try me. Try mong kilalanin ako, malay mo worth it pala akong maging kaibigan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-1045134958631606906?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1045134958631606906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=1045134958631606906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1045134958631606906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1045134958631606906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-entries-from-my-ipod-feb.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-5664329907516349420</id><published>2010-03-24T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T21:44:18.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>peanut butter and strawberry jam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't like our dinner tonight so i decided that i'll eat peanut butter and strawberry jam sandwich instead. i only tried it this afternoon, and it tastes great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i need help from above. I'm asking for Their help. Please...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-5664329907516349420?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5664329907516349420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=5664329907516349420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5664329907516349420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5664329907516349420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/03/peanut-butter-and-strawberry-jam-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8379536651522926968</id><published>2010-03-22T16:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T16:56:26.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>too lazy to work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem's ending and there are lots of requirements. no, not much, it seems many because i'm really too lazy to do it. i have a production script to be edited for devcom 11's final exercise, i need to review for nasc 7's finals and in econ 11's. i'm also worrying for my devcom 11 =(&lt;br /&gt;super lutang. i need to get going but i can't... hayyy... all i want to do now is learn to play the piano, learn French with Danica, spend my whole summer with Lolo in Manila and bake and bake and bake! ooohhh... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, i really have realized that devcom is not for me... i'm just pushing my self to finish it and i want to finish it NOW! as in the whole course =( i wish i could graduate on time because i really really want to take culinary arts. build my own cafe and restaurants and bars and party planning... these are the things i like to do most. not to write, not to report. sometimes i'm enjoying what i do in devcom but at the end of the day, it still feels like i'm wasting a lot of my time... and the sad thing is, i don't have a choice but to finish what i have started [and suffer].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8379536651522926968?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8379536651522926968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8379536651522926968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8379536651522926968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8379536651522926968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/03/too-lazy-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8178401988988890877</id><published>2010-03-01T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:00:18.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Open forum in Values&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago, we had an open forum in one of my subjects in high school -- Values Education. I was in third year high school then. I wouldn't remember it if not only because of my phone. That was the time when I revealed my feelings for him, but he wasn't there. He was called to the office at that time. Those who heard my courageous revelation were my classmates and some friends. I can still remember their faces while I was speaking. They were all smiling, like kilig and when I finished talking they said "makakarating." It doesn't matter to me if they would tell it to him or not, for me I've done my part, that's all. But they told it to him. And after i finished speaking, he came in. very timely. hahaha! We always have the wrong timing. I hope someday we would get the right timing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8178401988988890877?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8178401988988890877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8178401988988890877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8178401988988890877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8178401988988890877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/03/open-forum-in-values-three-years-ago-we.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-4315946739416880523</id><published>2010-03-01T22:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:02:14.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't know what to feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bothered by the events of this week; primarily the Gandingan 2010. It is an award giving body of Community Broadcasting Society in UPLB. I wasn't expecting to see "her" there. Well, i know it's possible, pero hindi ko masyado iniisip. But still... I thought everything would be fine now since it was a loooong time ago. I thought I have moved on but I still get bitter at times. I have to admit. It really hurts me to see them together, more of an eye soar. Especially when he wrapped his arms around her... when they saw ME. Yesterday I was crying because of that, until now I'm very sad. All I want to do is sleep, sleep, sleep. I'm not in the mood to do my school works. Oh, no, here we go again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he keeps on treating me like that? Why can't he treat me the way he treats his other girl friends?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-4315946739416880523?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4315946739416880523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=4315946739416880523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4315946739416880523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4315946739416880523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2010/03/dont-know-what-to-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-7653748643386571661</id><published>2009-10-29T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T17:03:48.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>longing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much. i want to hug you really tight. i want to kiss you, cuddle with you all night...&lt;br /&gt;i'm just being true (sometimes, i really believe that alcohol helps me deal with my emotions.) now that i have alcohol running in my blood, i don't care about the world. i would say what i want to say without thinking of other people, shame or whatsoever. I LOVE YOU! i would shout to the world. i want you to know, you're MY ONE GREAT LOVE... i've told you already, i will never love any man again the way i did to you... i hate to feel this way but at the same time i don't care. i feel so helpless and hopeless... but then, one glimpse of you in my memory take those pain away. my heart is overwhelmed by my desire of being with you...&lt;br /&gt;i just want to be with you...forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I love you. NOTHING and NOBODY can change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-7653748643386571661?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7653748643386571661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=7653748643386571661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7653748643386571661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7653748643386571661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/10/longing.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-5578363787872363465</id><published>2009-10-28T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T22:00:31.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can't get over... (october 28, 2009; from my iPod)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a movie marathon... the first movie i watched was Local Color. I was just browsing the tube, looking for a good movie to watch to start my day. i stumbled upon this movie. the lead guy looks so much like "him." of course i continued to watch it until the end. oh how much i love that movie! not just because of the lead guy but the movie itself. it was very inspiring; it shows how one should pursue his dreams no matter what, points of view from different ages and the four seasons; the nature... the trees, the mountains, the plains, the rivers, the lakes, the seas... the clouds and the sky being painted vibrantly by the setting sun...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-5578363787872363465?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5578363787872363465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=5578363787872363465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5578363787872363465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5578363787872363465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/10/cant-get-over.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8407569105567666966</id><published>2009-09-30T20:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T20:42:00.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>TOTALLY PISSED OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of these fucking school works! nasa magandang school nga ako pero hindi ko naman maipagmalaki dahil pilit ang pagpasok ko dito. nasa maganda nga akong school pero everytime na pumapasok ako sa klase, nanliliit talaga ako! dahil sila pumasa, ako transferee na nga lakad pa. sorry kung hindi ako pinanganak na kasing talino niyo. pero kahit ganito ako marunong akong mainsulto! napakadaling sabinin para sa inyo na ok lang kahit mababa, ok lang kahit ganto, ganyan. hindi niyo kasi naramdaman yung INSULTONG naramdaman ko nung humarap ako sa chancellor at registrar ng lintik na school na yan. palibhasa iniisip niyo lang sariling niyong kaligayahan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap-hirap para sakin gumising at pumasok sa umaga thinking na bago na namang kahihiyan sa buhay ko! tuwing makikita ko yung mga tao sa paligid ko nanliliit ako! hindi ako nakakapag-recitation dahil baka mamaya mapahiya lang ako sa sasabihin ko! na hind ako katulad nila na mabilis mag-isip ng pwedeng isagot sa teacher! na mas magaling sila sa akin! alam niyo ba kahit minsan hindi ko ramdam na parte ako ng school na yan?! wala lang pumapasok ako, yun na yun! &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;DON'T YOU EVER DARE BLAME ME IF I DON'T GET GOOD GRADES, SINUSUNOD KO LANG KAYO BAKA KASI PARA NAMAN FOR THE FIRST TIME EH MAY MAGANDANG MANGYARI SA BUHAY KO! NA HINDI NAMAN AKO YUNG MASUNOD KASI NGA DIBA PALPAK AKO?! KAYO ANG MAY GUSTO NA DIYAN AKO MAG-ARAL KESYO SIGURADONG MAY FUTURE. BAKIT LAHAT BA NANG GUMRADUATE DIYAN SIGURADONG MAY TRABAHO? HA? YOU TELL ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8407569105567666966?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8407569105567666966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8407569105567666966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8407569105567666966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8407569105567666966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/09/totally-pissed-off-im-so-tired-of-these.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-6295502350142931948</id><published>2009-09-08T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:01:07.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fed Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo fed up with today's happenings. i was walking home so stressed out from an activity for a subject. i lost my phone while on my way home. now i don't know how to say it to my mother. for sure she will get really mad at me again. i don't get any support from this house. at least with my friends who tried to look for it despite the heavy downpour and darkness. they also reported it to the CSB police.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-6295502350142931948?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6295502350142931948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6295502350142931948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6295502350142931948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6295502350142931948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/09/fed-up-i-am-sooo-fed-up-with-todays.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-4899299050778792570</id><published>2009-09-05T20:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:31:14.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALLERGIES GALORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have allergies again. I ate "tuyo" spaghetti. Tuyo is a dried fish. Instead of meat, they used tuyo. the sauce is really great. it's made of pure tomatoes and basil and parmesan. I'm allergic to tuyo but i have no choice i'm really hungry. i ate it and now my whole body is itching. and i'm starting to sneeze again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past few weeks i'v noticed that my nose was very sensitive, i don't usually sneeze easily. but now i would have "multiple" sneezes then my nose would start to run. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bush in our garden started to flower again. and i am also allergic to its flowers. its smell is so strong that i'd have a runny nose. for the past years, i would have asthma attacks when it blooms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-4899299050778792570?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4899299050778792570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=4899299050778792570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4899299050778792570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4899299050778792570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/09/allergies-galore-i-have-allergies-again.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-2386016260574254075</id><published>2009-09-05T20:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:16:07.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PBB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to join PBB! Maybe there I'd be able to find myself, find new friends, find support I cannot get from my family and friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY WANT TO TRY IT! I'm not after the prize, but for the EXPERIENCE. My life is SOOOO DULL. Maybe I'd find life there. ooohhh, i really want to try it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-2386016260574254075?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2386016260574254075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=2386016260574254075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2386016260574254075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2386016260574254075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/09/pbb-i-want-to-join-pbb-maybe-there-id.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-919778873900315062</id><published>2009-09-05T19:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:01:31.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Christmas time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "ber" (months ending in 'ber' means Christmas is coming here in the Philippines) months has begun. The wind is getting cold but probably because of storm; it rained all day. I was enthralled by sundown, seeing Christmas lights across the street.Our neighbor has already put up their Christmas tree. Maybe the old couple's just excited. Maybe to lift their spirits, they only have each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I remember every Christmas season, Mommy (my grandma) and I would play a game when we're on the road (on our way home or when going out at night). the one who sees first [a Christmas light] gets the point. Talk about good ol' days. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-919778873900315062?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/919778873900315062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=919778873900315062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/919778873900315062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/919778873900315062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-christmas-time.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8267053450981120550</id><published>2009-08-17T20:43:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T21:04:34.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>happy thought, happy thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up in the middle of the wee hours yesterday(Sunday) because of a bad dream. i've been changing positions so i can sleep again but i really can't. i prayed, turned my pillow to its opposite side and punched it several times (as what my father taught me when i was little when i'm having a bad dream) so it won't go back. i lay my head and was thinking randomly for a happy thought. i can't remember mostly of what i have thought that early morning but realized a lot of things. it's like i was evaluating the things i thought i love doing, maybe i really love doing but it doesn't necessarily brings happiness to me. it was really a long least, i hope i could put everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;shopping? tiring thought. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;high school friends? not quite&lt;br /&gt;&gt;high school experiences? not enough&lt;br /&gt;&gt;high school, the school itself? nauseous &lt;br /&gt;&gt;high school? shameful thought&lt;br /&gt;&gt;night out with friends? empty thought&lt;br /&gt;&gt;homecoming? ugh&lt;br /&gt;&gt;5-layered cotton candy in different colors? happy but nakakahinayang kainin and when i'm done eating it, it's sad.  &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;julien and the moments? painful thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll update it when i have time. i need to study for an exam on thurs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8267053450981120550?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8267053450981120550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8267053450981120550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8267053450981120550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8267053450981120550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-thought-happy-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-2633989832795304509</id><published>2009-07-31T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T20:41:40.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>waiting in vain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a computer shop right now just in the vicinity of UP. yes, i'm now studying in UP and it's really giving me sooo much pressure! anyway, i have only one class today. i'm just waiting for my friend, we will go to a fortune teller later. i've been out from school since 9:20 am (from a supposedly 8.30-10am class.) i bought breakfast from McDonald's -- two sausage mcmuffins, twister fries and orange juice. hindi ako gutom! haha! then i walked to where mama was. they were at the kanto of the subdivision where their office is located. they were having an "ukay-ukay" (garage sale) as their fund raising. she left me there with their two nurses and another employee. her boss picked her up for an emergency meeting. i waited their for hours. i'm supposed to go home but i still don't feel like going home. she said she will go back but then she didn't. i texted my friend and i accompanied her for lunch then went back to the garage sale. i decided to go back to the campus and just wait at my aunt's office (just near the campus). they were packing up when i left; it started to drizzle. i'm halfway to the campus' gate when it started to rain really hard. my mom talked to me on the phone before i left and she told me to go home and not wait for my friend until 4pm. but i don't want to go home yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm "nakukunsensya" (feeling guilty) not following my mom again. she told me to go home but i insisted to wait for my friend until 4pm. i'm stuck here in a computer shop because of the heavy downpour. i hope this "pagpapasaway" won't be a reason again for us to fight. she always tells me straight to my face that i'm always "palpak". and for now, i'm not doing good in school... i'm afraid... more like scared to death... to get the tension off my system, i'm making myself busy reading funny columns in tristancafe, listening opm in imeem, feeding my hatchlings pets(they are really starving) and writing this blog post. but still the fright inside me does not fade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what's happening to me. i'm out of focus again. everything seems behind me. as in everything!!! i don't know how i can get to focus again to my studies. i need my focus as soon as possible! no, i need it now!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooohhh... &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to survive in this environment! (survival of the fittest? =p) no i'm serious. i don't know what to do. i really need to make it with everything!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-2633989832795304509?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2633989832795304509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=2633989832795304509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2633989832795304509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2633989832795304509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-in-vain.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-1811082273012930003</id><published>2009-02-23T19:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T21:40:02.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link style="font-family: georgia;" rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CMeow%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: georgia;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: georgia;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="City"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype style="font-family: georgia;" namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !mso]&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;style&gt; st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel a bit “emo” today. I miss my high school days; doing the same routine everyday, meeting the same people I’ve been with since I was in my preschool days, same teachers; same faces, same personalities, same attitudes. It doesn’t give me much tension. Maybe because I always know what’s going happen, only surprise quizzes will make a day different but I can always make through it smoothly. I miss ME, the ME that can write beautiful poems right there and then and being appreciated by people around me. The ME that can get loose any time and not be judged, the ME that gives a very good laugh every day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Remembering my last days in high school was very chaotic. When the UPCAT results were released during the weekend, that very Monday, during the flag ceremony, the school officials proudly announced the UPCAT passers. Some were jumping for joy, some were crying because they didn’t make it. Me? It’s like I don’t care about what’s happening around. I knew it I won’t make it there. For me there are LOTS of other universities out there and I passed one, but I’m not satisfied. I want to go to either one of the “trinity.” Because of my uncertainty of my school and the course I would like to take, I lost track. And this time is bigger. It not like in love where I can accept every ill-fated day whole-heartedly, without regretting every thing I’ve done. This is different; it’s my future that is on the line. It’s my future that is at risk. Or maybe I’m just too insecure that MOST of my batch mates will go to one of the “trinity” while me in a university owned by the manila’s old-rich families (they say… maybe it’s true and it can also be a sugar coating so I won’t feel bad). I really wanted to take BS Psychology. But planning to transfer to UP the next semester or next S.Y. gave me second thoughts. I was worried that the chemistry subject might become a problem; I’m not that good at it. So I planned to shift my course to Mass Communication (my second choice). Everything was doing well, except for the thought that I’ll be living on my own in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Makati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, the busiest city. Walking alone on the unfamiliar and busy streets of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Makati&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; scares me, if only I can live inside the malls and have a bridge there connected to my school, then it’ll be fine. And I don’t know how to cross the street; I’m not even used to commuting alone. Everything is sooo unclear. I can’t see my future (that gave me the thought that I won’t live any longer). Then 3days before the opening of classes, an unsolicited advice changed everything, not for the better, but for worse. I backed out. Good thing we still got the refund for the tuition (which we will be returning to one sponsoring &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;me.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; one of the owners of this university happened to be the family of my grandfather’s sister-in-law. They learned that I took the entrance exam of their school and they volunteered to give me a private scholarship) and uniforms, but unfortunately we haven’t got the refund for my apartment. My mom got hysterical, so mad at me because everything is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“planstado” na&lt;/span&gt;. All I’ve gotta do is to transfer my things to my apartment. Then the next thing happened was I had an immediate enrollment in a Colegio just by the next town, which I really NEVER wished to study in to. But I have no choice. I enrolled in an HRM (hotel and restaurant management) course which I also never thought of giving it a try. During the first semester, I am learning to enjoy it especially the nutrition and English subjects (where I am always the highest). But now, I’m half way done with the second semester and I’m scared to fail the expectations of my mom. She has really high faith in me that I can make it to UP this time. Based on my grades during the first sem, I am really good. But now, I guess I’m still good but I don’t want to expect a lot. I lost my interest in HRM. I have teacher who seems do the “guessing game” in giving grades in quizzes and seat works. And I’m afraid I’ll get low grades in her. They say I can’t get a line 7. I’m afraid. Really afraid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But, honestly, I’m not that really into UP now. I’m considering other schools like Malayan or exclusive schools in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; or just any school that has a name and good reputation, just not this school I’m into now! But then I know, they won’t allow me, after I backed out before. If they won’t allow me to go back to manila, then being able to transfer to UP would be fine. I’ll just think of ways to survive when I get there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, please help me. You’re the One holding my fate, so please, get me back on track. I really can’t afford to see my mom being heart broken because I failed her dream for me on going to UP. She’s doing me a lot of favors right now, the debut, my medicines, my check-ups, eating out, my allowance, the get-well-soon cake, and her sudden change of attitude. I don’t want her to be bitter again to me. I don’t want to fail her. I don’t want to get line of 7’s anymore. Please change my Filipino teacher’s mind of giving me grades and the NSTP… they are all killing me inside. Please, I’m really bothered. I want to transfer to UP &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;para sa ikatatahimik ng buhay naming pare-pareho&lt;/span&gt; and of course, my future’s sake. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-1811082273012930003?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1811082273012930003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=1811082273012930003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1811082273012930003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1811082273012930003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-down.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-2071184627071574836</id><published>2009-02-22T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:07:53.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first blog post for the year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first blog post for this year! Yes, my last post was last November. Since then, i haven't visited this site again. i don't know if i'm just too busy or what or maybe, PROBABLY i'm just too lazy to record the unpleasant changes i've gone through for the past few months. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i miss blogging so much! a lot of things have happened. a lot of realizations have been realized. a lot of things have changed. *ting!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, i might start blogging again. write a post everyday... (i'll try. =D) and i need to practice my writing skills *twink* (somewhere else...) so, i guess it's best to practice it here. i wasn't able to enroll in an english class this sem because of unavailability of rooms/teachers...etc. whatever the hell their reasons are. i hate it. that's the only subject where i excel the most then i woudn't have it for five months?! but, i still have lots of alternatives so i won't forget my lessons and improve my skills -- reading my old textbooks, novels, watching cable tv series (and playhouse disney!), writing and writing and writing and more reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-2071184627071574836?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2071184627071574836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=2071184627071574836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2071184627071574836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2071184627071574836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-first-blog-post-for-year-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8969810088214973621</id><published>2008-11-24T18:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:35:58.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>11.24.06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;REMINDER: DO NOT BE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MALICIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, talk about reminiscing. Tonight is the best and most memorable night yet of my youth. Today, Tash and Josh are celebrating their 2nd anniversary. Not only that, it's also Josh's birthday. Happy birthday dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own share to these events. I am also celebrating something. A magical moment… a moment of trust and care. It is something I will never forget. Something that will always have a room here in my heart. A memory I will be bringing all throughout my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nainom ka? wag masyado ha."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tama na, concerned lang ako sayo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tama na please, para sakin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pwede ba kita i-hug?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oo... diba nagsa-start over tayo ulit"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;"saka, madami pa naman chances eh, diba, malay natin sa future. Mahal din naman kita eh, hindi nga lang ganong level."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carla, Carla, teka wag ka muna umalis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"pwede bang bigyan na din kita ng goodbye kiss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding onto the 3rd to the last... but please don't get me wrong. I'm living my life the way I'm suppose to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8969810088214973621?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8969810088214973621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8969810088214973621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8969810088214973621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8969810088214973621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/11/11.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8308329365429202840</id><published>2008-10-17T15:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:05:50.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I love the whole world, it's such a brilliant place!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the BEST-est ad I've ever seen! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V5BxymuiAxQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song is very catchy. Love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I love the mountains&lt;br /&gt;I love the clear blue skies&lt;br /&gt;I love big bridges&lt;br /&gt;I love when great whites fly&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world [Les Stroud]&lt;br /&gt;And all its sights and sounds&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da&lt;br /&gt;I love the oceans&lt;br /&gt;I love real dirty things [Mike Rowe]&lt;br /&gt;I love to go fast&lt;br /&gt;I love Egyptian kings&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And all its craziness&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Richard Machowicz]&lt;br /&gt;I love tornadoes [Joshua Wurman]&lt;br /&gt;I love arachnids [Bear Grylls]&lt;br /&gt;I love hot magma&lt;br /&gt;I love the giant squids&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world&lt;br /&gt;It's such a brilliant place&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage]&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da [Stephen Hawking]&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da&lt;br /&gt;Boom-dee-ah-da, boom-dee-ah-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the cast:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Les Stroud,Host Of Survivorman&lt;br /&gt;Mike Rowe,Host Of Dirty Jobs&lt;br /&gt;Richard Machowicz,Host Of Future Weapons&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Wurman,Storm Chasers&lt;br /&gt;Bear Grylls,Host OF Man Vs. Wild&lt;br /&gt;Jamie Hyneman,Host OF MythBusters&lt;br /&gt;Adam Savage,Host Of MythBusters&lt;br /&gt;Stephen Hawking ... Himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8308329365429202840?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8308329365429202840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8308329365429202840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8308329365429202840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8308329365429202840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-whole-world-its-such-brilliant_17.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-671296818359735341</id><published>2008-09-19T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T21:20:16.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>got this from a friendster bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 things girls don't know about guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;1) Guys may be flirting around all day, but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;2) Guys are more emotional than you think, if they loved you at one point, it'll take them a lot longer than you think to let you go, and it hurts every second that they try.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;3) Guys go crazy over a girl's smile (:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;4) A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;5) Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?..uh...never mind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;6) If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;7) A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;8) GUYS LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU LOVE THEM!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;9) Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful or gorgeous. If a guy uses that, he loves you or likes you a whole heck of a lot.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;10)If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;11)If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and he is really thinking about something&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;12) When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;Guys rarely say that&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;13)When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;14)If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;15) When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;something.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;16) Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;17)A guy would give the world to be able to read a girl's mind for a day.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;18)No guy can handle all his problems on his own.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;He's just too stubborn to admit it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;19)NOT ALL GUYS ARE RUDE!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;Just because ONE is RUDE doesn't mean he represents ALL of them&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;20)WHEN A GUY SACRIFICES HIS SLEEP AND HEALTH JUST TO TALK TO YOU, HE REALLY LIKES YOU AND WANTS TO BE WITH YOU AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;21)Even if you dump a guy months ago and he loved you he probably still does and if he had one wish it would be you to come back into his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe these are for real... alam ko bihira na ang ganito, sana makatagpo pa ako! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-671296818359735341?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/671296818359735341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=671296818359735341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/671296818359735341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/671296818359735341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-this-from-friendster-bulletin.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-7688610429705901414</id><published>2008-08-30T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T21:05:40.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Puto Bumbong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's already available in the store beside a nearby church, and it is only Aug.30! i love this pinoy "Christmas food" (it's only available in the streets during Christmas season). i really indulge with this delicacy since i only get to eat this during the "ber" months (unless i go to a restaurant w/c serves puto bumbong all year-round). i really really love and enjoy the puto bumbong when it's newly cooked. i would put lots of butter and sprinkle it with sugar (i don't eat niyog/grated coconut) yum! yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-7688610429705901414?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7688610429705901414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=7688610429705901414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7688610429705901414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7688610429705901414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/08/puto-bumbong-its-already-available-in.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8438477448916365030</id><published>2008-08-17T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T14:22:59.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>40 Lessons in Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Forty things you should have learnt by now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Never, under any circumstances, take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Don't worry about what people think. They don't do it very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Going to church doesn't make you a Christian, any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you must choose between two evils, pick the one you've never tried before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. My idea of housework is to sweep the room with a glance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It is easier to get forgiveness than permission.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. For every action, there is an equal and opposite government programme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. If you look like your passport picture, you probably need the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bills travel through the mail at twice the speed of cheques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. A conscience is what hurts when all of your other parts feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Eat well, stay fit, die anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Men are from earth. Women are from earth. Deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. No man has ever been shot while doing the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. A balanced diet is a biscuit in each hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Middle age is when broadness of the mind and narrowness of the waist change places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Opportunities always look bigger going than coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Junk is something you've kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. There is always one more imbecile than you counted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Experience is a wonderful thing. It enables you to recognise a mistake when you make it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. By the time you can make ends meet, they move the ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Thou shalt not weigh more than thy fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Someone who thinks logically provides a nice contrast to the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. It's not the jeans that make your bum look fat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved - and never will achieve - its full potential, that word would be "meetings".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. There is a very fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. You should not confuse your career with your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Never lick a steak knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. The most destructive force in the universe is gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. You will never find anybody who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we put the clocks back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests that you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday. That time is age eleven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic status, and ethnic background, is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter, is not a nice person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Your friends love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that a lone amateur built the Ark. A large group of professionals built the Titanic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Smile anyway. It doesn't hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8438477448916365030?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8438477448916365030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8438477448916365030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8438477448916365030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8438477448916365030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/08/40-lessons-in-life-forty-things-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-3538019133398399165</id><published>2008-08-14T18:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:19:44.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tornado in LB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Before I don’t really care much about these changes since our place don’t experience big floods, earthquakes, strong typhoons and other natural calamities. But now, even Los Baños, Laguna is experiencing these kinds of calamities too and worse, they’re strong and we’re not used to it. Usually, when there are typhoons in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Manila&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; or Bicol or other neighboring cities, we don’t get affected, the sun is still high but now typhoons are bigger and stronger that it gives us downpours. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On September 2006, super typhoon Milenyo directly hit ELBI. I can still remember when it had its landfall. Electricity was down. Our house was completely shut. I was doing a cross-stitch project in our living and I can really hear the strong winds whirling just outside the window. When the rain and wind subsided, we opened the doors in the dining room and we saw the treetop of our mango tree was hanging on the roof of our kitchen. The roof was renovated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Super typhoon Milenyo was followed by Reming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On Aug.7, 2008 an earthquake occurred at around 4:45am. They said it was strong, it woke my dad and a lot of my classmates felt it. But I guess I was too sleepy then and/or too busy looking for an outfit (it was our fieldtrip). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;August 13, 2008 at 2am, it rained very hard, we thought there was a typhoon. It woke me up and I wasn’t able to sleep again. It lasted for almost an hour or two.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, Aug.14, 2008 a tornado was seen in LB. I saw the video my aunt took while it was forming and it’s quite big. My dad saw it first and called my aunt, she took a video of it. My dad said they saw debris flying beside the tornado. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad said the climate change is very alarming because only last week we had an earthquake and now a tornado. And one day, we might experience snow. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Sana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; nga! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-3538019133398399165?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3538019133398399165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=3538019133398399165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/3538019133398399165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/3538019133398399165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/08/tornado-in-lb-before-i-dont-really-care.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-4249860589834042873</id><published>2008-08-10T20:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:25:17.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"Love is a very wonderful feeling. And the pain it brings, the pain true love brings is very significant. No matter how helpless you are, in a different side, it will still make you happy. Above all, when you get to live with the pain and have let go, there will still come a time that you want to feel the significance of the pain true love have brought you." &lt;/p&gt;  by AlyCab&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-4249860589834042873?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4249860589834042873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=4249860589834042873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4249860589834042873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4249860589834042873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-is-love-love-is-very-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-1171932476946766225</id><published>2008-07-19T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T21:01:14.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>power puff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! we haven't talked about giving a formal name to our clique. i just fondly call it "power puff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pictures were taken two saturdays ago; we decided to see each other after moooonths! and we have decided that every saturday we'll go on a gimmick. but unfortunately yen was not able to come because her mother didn't allow her so we just re-scheduled it...today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHilOGzdZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Rf7ERw684TE/s1600-h/07052008%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHilOGzdZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Rf7ERw684TE/s320/07052008%28005%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224706171796157842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yen, tash, me ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHjC-q8GBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SCVvfMvjFAg/s1600-h/07052008%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHjC-q8GBI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SCVvfMvjFAg/s320/07052008%28006%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224706683048826898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHjS4NBInI/AAAAAAAAAFE/M-xeKlHqdpg/s1600-h/07052008%28001%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHjS4NBInI/AAAAAAAAAFE/M-xeKlHqdpg/s320/07052008%28001%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224706956190622322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tash and yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHjhB2WKYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9rgpfdHm7vw/s1600-h/07052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHjhB2WKYI/AAAAAAAAAFM/9rgpfdHm7vw/s320/07052008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224707199298054530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tash and aly^^ (i look so stressed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful that i have them in my life. especially in times like this, they're always on my side. they help me survive this tiring life i have right now. they are my angels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't able to get the pictures we have taken today. i forgot... hehe. yen was in a hurry (we will go home together)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll post the other pictures next week! ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need Stress Tabs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-1171932476946766225?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1171932476946766225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=1171932476946766225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1171932476946766225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1171932476946766225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/07/power-puff.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/SIHilOGzdZI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Rf7ERw684TE/s72-c/07052008%28005%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-1781894313992640280</id><published>2008-06-24T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:30:47.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;An e-mail sent to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to quote this from Maya Angelou (in an Oprah interview): &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29pt; color: rgb(14, 128, 129);"&gt;''I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about handling situations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm REALLY REALLY having a HARD time in handling situations like:&lt;br /&gt;- someone you always see or always you're with to keeps nagging about money. 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;- you mistakenly listened to an unsolicited advice and because of that you suffer from loneliness/sadness because later on you realized that it would be the best if you followed your OWN decision. ika nga sa 'pinas, nasa huli ang pagsisisi. sounds regretful? yes i am. because of that stupidity, my whole future is at risk. and nobody can help me with that, it's all in my hands! all the people who care and love for me can only give their support and motivation that i hope, i REALLY hope, can be a BIG help. ok, guys please. just help me.&lt;br /&gt;- you trusted the wrong person and worse kept on listening to her until you have "woken up" from reality -- everything's on it's WORST.&lt;br /&gt;- before i was miserable because of a heartbreak, now i can say i'm more miserable because beside having a heartbreak, i'm not happy with my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pissed off! everything's f*cked up! please help me stand again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29pt; color: rgb(14, 128, 129);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 29pt; color: rgb(14, 128, 129);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-1781894313992640280?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1781894313992640280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=1781894313992640280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1781894313992640280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1781894313992640280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/06/e-mail-sent-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-6677055106024008947</id><published>2008-05-15T11:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:28:26.651+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na pinipilit akong gawin ang isang bagay na ayaw ko tapos mamadaliin pa ako; napilitan na nga lang eh tapos ganon pa. it really pisses me off. hate it! i don't give a sh*t.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-6677055106024008947?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6677055106024008947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6677055106024008947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6677055106024008947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6677055106024008947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/05/pissed-off-ayoko-na-pinipilit-akong.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-5030578037898194004</id><published>2008-04-09T06:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:37:28.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A dream is a wish your heart makes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just woke up. I really went straight to the computer to blog my dream. It was a very nice dream; it made me feel at peace. I dreamt of the things and person I love the most: the sky, the clouds, the stars, the dusk, the grass, the trees, my piano, and my best friend. It’s kinda weird because we were in our school uniforms and atop with toga and cap. We were supposed to be practicing our graduation, I think (but we already graduated last 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of March). But anyway, I just really loved it! It made me miss my best friend and thought that in year’s time; we could fulfill our promise to be travel buddies. I really can’t wait for that! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hey, Piggy D! You weren’t texting me since we last saw each other – the farewell party for our batch! &lt;/p&gt;  Good day, people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-5030578037898194004?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5030578037898194004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=5030578037898194004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5030578037898194004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5030578037898194004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/04/dream-is-wish-your-heart-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-68135398105142106</id><published>2008-04-02T08:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T18:43:38.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduates 2007-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations samin! hay, goodbye high school pero ayoko sabihing "goodbye friends" para sakin kung totoo kaming magkakaibigan, kahit na magkakalayo na kami, iba-iba ng school friends pa rin kami, hahanap at hahanap talaga kami ng paraan para magkita-kita. madaming memories akong ite-treasure sa high school pati na rin yung mga advices sakin ng mga naging advisers ko from first year to fourth year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa school namin, kakaiba talaga. kahit high school na kami "baby-ing-baby" pa kami. nire-remind kami palagi ng mga teachers kung may mga hindi pa kami nasu-submit na papers/projects at gumagawa sila ng paraan para mahigit pataas yung grades namin. mababait naman yung mga naging teachers namin; mutual ang love namin. sabi nga nung isa naming teacher, bago lang siya ngayon SY lang siya pumasok samin, ok lang daw na magalit sa kanya yung office wag lang mga estudyante niya. dun pa lang nalaman ko na na makakasundo namin siya. actually ngayon last year namin sa montessori, mejo special dahil na rin sa mga teachers at nakita talaga namin ang unity saming mga estudyante. kung kelangan talaga ipaglaban ang isang bagay, pinaglalaban namin sa office. nakatulong na rin yung mga officers in-charge sa high school department kasi tinutulungan nila kami. nagkakaproblema lang naman talaga sa "baba" alam na namin kung saan at sino yung nasa "baba." kahit na para na kaming preso sa school, literal ha... yung ledge kasi namin nilagyan na ng rehas. sa mga huling months namin sa school naging special na yun para samin kasi may unity na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation namin nung March29 sa D.L. Umali Hall, masaya ako nun kasi dumating yung mga teachers namin na umalis na dahil sa "baba." after talaga nung program nakita ko yung adviser ko nung 3rd year at in-embrace ko siya, sabi nia sakin "ano, hindi ka na iyakin ngayon?" siya kasi yung nakakita kung gano ako nasaktan at kung gano ako umiyak dati...hay! reminiscing mode ba ito?! hahaha! anyway. ma-mimiss ko silang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa next posts ko yung mga pictures at "pagbabalik-tanaw" hehehe. aalis pa kasi ako. bakasyon na kasi, sadyang hindi ako mapirmi dito sa bahay. hehehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-68135398105142106?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/68135398105142106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>depressed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang lungkot ko ngayon. pagod na pagod na ako. hindi ko alam kung hanggang saan ako dadalhin nitong pangakong 'to. basta ang alam ko lang, pagod na ako pero kahit ganon, ayoko pa rin sumuko. gagawin ko lahat para lang matupad ko yung promise na 'yon... alam ko, hindi naman ako nagkukulang sa effort, sobra-sobra na nga eh pero bakit ganon? walang nangyayari, malapit na "deadline" ng promise ko pero hindi ko pa rin alam kung pano ko yun matutupad. wala naman nagsasabi na importanteng tuparin ko yun pero para sakin yun na lang ang tanging paraan para mapakita ko kung gano siya kahalaga sakin. oo, may iba pang paraan para ma-prove ko sa kanya pero sa tingin ko ito yung pinaka-unang step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta, goodluck na lang sakin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-6413549601063088572?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6413549601063088572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6413549601063088572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6413549601063088572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6413549601063088572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-3409975558142043632</id><published>2008-03-24T17:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:01:01.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Easter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah, belated. anyway, i still do easter egg hunting even if i'm already turning 17, even though i already knew who the easter bunny was (it's my aunt). we really enjoy it. she'll decorate the eggs and hide them at night when i'm already asleep then in the morning i'll look for them around the house. and when i'm having a difficulty in finding the eggs, she'll give me clues. yesterday she took a video of me while hunting for the easter eggs. she hid one egg on one of the throw pillows in the living room; i removed the throw pillows one by one and put them on the table, something cracked when i was putting the second pillow on the table, voila! an egg! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d5RGmHy4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/EVcB1lM2H3w/s1600-h/DSC+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d5RGmHy4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/EVcB1lM2H3w/s320/DSC+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181243231048289154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my easter friends. i love bunnies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d55GmHy5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jDR8Y0viPio/s1600-h/DSC+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d55GmHy5I/AAAAAAAAAEU/jDR8Y0viPio/s320/DSC+121.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181243918243056530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my easter pancake. my aunt made it too for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d6hWmHy6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5bc9R2-xVdI/s1600-h/DSC+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d6hWmHy6I/AAAAAAAAAEc/5bc9R2-xVdI/s320/DSC+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181244609732791202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my easter eggs. easter bunny gave me 7 eggs to look for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d7K2mHy7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oiWqmOWHr4g/s1600-h/DSC+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d7K2mHy7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/oiWqmOWHr4g/s320/DSC+128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181245322697362354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bunnies' portrait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d7sGmHy8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vzAGV4hPo-4/s1600-h/DSC+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d7sGmHy8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/vzAGV4hPo-4/s320/DSC+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181245893928012738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easter friends with the easter eggs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-3409975558142043632?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3409975558142043632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=3409975558142043632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/3409975558142043632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/3409975558142043632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter-yeah-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-d5RGmHy4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/EVcB1lM2H3w/s72-c/DSC+095.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-7800386938404193037</id><published>2008-03-23T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:33:23.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Hook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumabit ako sa hook ng banyo namin, hindi na ginagamit yung bathroom na yun, pag mainit dun natutulog yun pusa ko. si mallow, persian cat siya. ayun, andun siya kukunin ko kasi siya. pagpasok ko ng bathroom sumabit ako sa hook. ang sakit! nalinis ko na at nalagyan ko na ng betadine, ang sakit sakit talaga!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-7800386938404193037?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7800386938404193037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=7800386938404193037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7800386938404193037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7800386938404193037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/hook-sumabit-ako-sa-hook-ng-banyo-namin.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-3675657851969926384</id><published>2008-03-23T09:46:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:28:23.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promenade '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the pictures from our prom. theme was masquerade ball. i think i already said that on a previous post. ok, i want to call it "monte'ng prom '08"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W5JWmHyoI/AAAAAAAAACM/4znayPodg8k/s1600-h/prom+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W5JWmHyoI/AAAAAAAAACM/4znayPodg8k/s320/prom+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180750516695059074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yen and i. si yen lagi nasabay sakin pag prom. best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W512mHypI/AAAAAAAAACU/QgircIzEvUs/s1600-h/prom+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W512mHypI/AAAAAAAAACU/QgircIzEvUs/s320/prom+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180751281199237778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with danica. she's my best friend since grade 5. mataba man kami, maganda pa rin! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W7YGmHyrI/AAAAAAAAACk/9TK_izl9yXU/s1600-h/prom+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W7YGmHyrI/AAAAAAAAACk/9TK_izl9yXU/s320/prom+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180752969121385138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with mark. korean un nasa likod namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more pictures with my piggy D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W8KmmHysI/AAAAAAAAACs/kphC38abLBA/s1600-h/prom+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W8KmmHysI/AAAAAAAAACs/kphC38abLBA/s320/prom+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180753836704778946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W9uWmHyuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y8XOFHVipFc/s1600-h/prom+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W9uWmHyuI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Y8XOFHVipFc/s320/prom+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180755550396730082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W_zGmHyvI/AAAAAAAAADE/lP4_5YbQrGs/s1600-h/prom+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-W_zGmHyvI/AAAAAAAAADE/lP4_5YbQrGs/s320/prom+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180757831024364274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with t.ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XAXGmHywI/AAAAAAAAADM/iqm8X3tb6ew/s1600-h/prom+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XAXGmHywI/AAAAAAAAADM/iqm8X3tb6ew/s320/prom+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180758449499654914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still with t.ruby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XBA2mHyxI/AAAAAAAAADU/kdR8IrN3-LY/s1600-h/prom+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XBA2mHyxI/AAAAAAAAADU/kdR8IrN3-LY/s320/prom+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180759166759193362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group picture (l-r) romar, jessica, arah, jethro, joyce, t.jopen, me and danica&lt;br /&gt;yen (at the back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XB1mmHyyI/AAAAAAAAADc/AkQe5HgD35s/s1600-h/prom+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XB1mmHyyI/AAAAAAAAADc/AkQe5HgD35s/s320/prom+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180760072997292834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with t.aida and yen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XCbWmHyzI/AAAAAAAAADk/YOMQbtOEB6k/s1600-h/prom+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-XCbWmHyzI/AAAAAAAAADk/YOMQbtOEB6k/s320/prom+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180760721537354546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me; the view from ayala greenfields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZVnWmHy0I/AAAAAAAAADs/LmeA-YWdXTY/s1600-h/prom+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZVnWmHy0I/AAAAAAAAADs/LmeA-YWdXTY/s320/prom+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180922555905067842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after prom gimmick at Starbuck's Paseo; with joyce and danica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZXBmmHy1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/s60CHyMHAUQ/s1600-h/prom+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZXBmmHy1I/AAAAAAAAAD0/s60CHyMHAUQ/s320/prom+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180924106388261714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still at Starbuck's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZXyWmHy2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vIKBHcSMcM0/s1600-h/prom+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZXyWmHy2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/vIKBHcSMcM0/s320/prom+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180924943906884450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite food and drinks: oreo cheesecake and milk-based caramel frappe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZYl2mHy3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7VQxTxuod0c/s1600-h/prom+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_L1I4wjhmlN0/R-ZYl2mHy3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/7VQxTxuod0c/s320/prom+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180925828670147442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite picture, so far...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-3675657851969926384?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3675657851969926384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=3675657851969926384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-6165942853550274995</id><published>2008-03-17T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:57:46.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>multi-tasking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;multi-tasking na naman ako! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... sound tripping&lt;br /&gt;... uploading photos in Friendster&lt;br /&gt;... IM'ing my friends&lt;br /&gt;... texting&lt;br /&gt;... blogging&lt;br /&gt;... making poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-6165942853550274995?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6165942853550274995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6165942853550274995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6165942853550274995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6165942853550274995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/multi-tasking-multi-tasking-na-naman.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-1991027971952546355</id><published>2008-03-17T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T20:49:59.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>clearance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay! at last! i'm cleared! kampante na ako na makaka-graduate ako! haha! gosh, 5days na lang kami papasok tapos, tapos na! college na kami! sched namin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*march17-18 we have to report to school for graduation practice; 18 will be the announcement of graduates and awardees. (8-10am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*19-21: no classes in observance of the Holy week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*24-27 graduation practice (8-10am); 27 is alumni hour. the school will invite college freshmen (yun nanggaling sa school din namin saka from other schools) from manila and other places. 27 will also be our last day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE THE SECOND BATCH OF MORNING STAR MONTESSORI SCHOOL, INC., TO GRADUATE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-1991027971952546355?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1991027971952546355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=1991027971952546355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1991027971952546355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1991027971952546355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/clearance-hay-at-last-im-cleared.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-7045632847206736963</id><published>2008-03-15T10:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:02:37.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's summer time! ang ganda-ganda lagi nung sky. clear blue tas may fluffy white clouds pa! holy week na rin nxt week. nag-iinvite yun friend ko na pumunta ulit sa kanila sa donsol. sa thursday ang alis. gusto ko bumalik sa donsol. napakaganda kasi talaga dun!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-7045632847206736963?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7045632847206736963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=7045632847206736963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7045632847206736963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7045632847206736963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/03/summer-its-summer-time-ang-ganda-ganda.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-448335671317035807</id><published>2008-02-23T06:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T07:07:22.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>promenade '08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prom na namin mamaya. sa ayala greenfields kami at masquerade ang theme. pupunta na ako ngayon. nung monday lang ako nakapag-decide kaya nagpa-rush na lang ako ng damit. kaya lang hanggang ngayon nga ni palda hindi pa tapos eh. hays! nakakainis talaga. anyway, wala ako masyado preparations ngayon di katulad last year na lahat ng pagpamper sa sarili ginawa ko. para kasi sakin yun prom ngayon wala lang.  magbibihis ako, magpapa-make up, magpapa-ayos ng buhok at pupunta sa venue. ganun lang. hindi ko kasi talaga feel ang mga juniors. sabi din kasi nila swerte yung batch namin kasi 2beses kami makakapag-prom. sa susunod kasi every 2years na lang ang prom. yung batch na nauna rin samin 1beses lang nakapag-prom. grabe nga eh, puyat din ako. hahaha! kasi yun pet ko masama pakiramdam kagabi kaya sinamahan ko muna, nilambing ko muna. tapos ngayon, maaga rin ako nagising kasi ang ingay nung kotse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update na lang ako sa susunod about the prom. i'll put pictures too. i wish everything would be just fine...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-448335671317035807?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/448335671317035807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=448335671317035807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/448335671317035807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/448335671317035807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/promenade-08-prom-na-namin-mamaya.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-177214404958481355</id><published>2008-02-16T19:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:36:34.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>cold in LB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe lamig dito sa elbi (los baños)! parang naka-aircon tuloy ang buong bahay. hahaha! ngayon pati naka-fan room ako, di ko kaya mag-aircon pagtulog, baka magyelo ako.haha! parang nasa tagaytay kami!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-177214404958481355?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/177214404958481355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=177214404958481355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/177214404958481355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/177214404958481355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/cold-in-lb-grabe-lamig-dito-sa-elbi-los.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-1880100859238250265</id><published>2008-02-15T14:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T14:49:42.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sili...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 229px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture165.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yan, hindi naman ako mahilig sa sili. trip ko lang mamitas dun sa halaman namin. natutuwa kasi akong tingnan lalo na pag sobrang dami na niya tapos red na red pa. kaya yan pinitas ko yan nung tuesday yata yun. at eto pa ginawa ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture177.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat kahapon ko pa 'to ipo-post. kaya belated na lang ng HAPPY HEART's DAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all of you have a RED-HOT valentine's day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-1880100859238250265?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1880100859238250265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=1880100859238250265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1880100859238250265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/1880100859238250265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/sili.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-5983255303591634824</id><published>2008-02-11T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T18:22:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bunny's taking a bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after 17 months julien the bunny will take his first bath. hehehe! i bought this bunny september of 2006. it plays a big part of in my life. at kung bakit nanging Julien ang pangalan niyang bunny na yan, sa susunod ko na lang ikukwento. ayan, i decided to wash him kasi sobrang dumi na niya, nangingitim na siya... nanlilimahid na. hehehehe... kahapon ko yan pinaliguan. well sa pic mukhang malinis pa kasi maganda lighting, hehehe. pero madumi na talaga yan. anyway, here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before taking a bath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture167.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture168.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while taking a bath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture172.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture173.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my bunny! i wasn't able to take a picture of him after he has dried up. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-5983255303591634824?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5983255303591634824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=5983255303591634824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5983255303591634824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5983255303591634824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bunnys-taking-bath-well-after-17-months.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-4824346002068718771</id><published>2008-02-04T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T12:02:26.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>manukan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala kami pasok ngayon, rest day. nagfield trip kasi nung fri-sat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon nilalagnat ako. uminom na lang ako ng biogesic ( sige po, ingat! hehehe) tapos i watched "A Handsome Journey" kagabi, pinuyat ko talaga yun ha! ayun, habang nanonood ako mejo nagpapantal pantal na ako. tapos kaninang umaga pag gising ko, may pantal-pantal pa din ako. mas lalong dumami, nagpabili ako ng amonia sa mercury tapos nun dumating na, nilagyan ko na. after a while nawala. sobrang sakit ng katawan ko kaya humiga na ako sa sofa. tapos may nahawakan ako sa may batok ko, at pumutok siya, may tubig! gosh... i have chicken pox! ang tawag namin sa school, "manukan" hehehe! may classmate rin kasi ako na nagkaron. basta bigla na lang umabsent tapos ayun, sabi ng friends niya may manukan nga daw. kanina galing ako sa doctor sabi nia masyado daw matagal na yun agwat. uso lang daw talaga ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahapon grabe sama ng pakiramdam ko. ang sakit ng mga ugat-ugat ko saka ulo ko saka ang labo bigla ng paningin ko, tapos ayun nilagnat na ako pero after ko naman uminom ng gamot nawala na naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exam pa naman namin nxt week, mga 2weeks ako hindi makakapasok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here na lang muna! ang sakit kasi ng katawan ko eh. ='(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-4824346002068718771?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4824346002068718771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=4824346002068718771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4824346002068718771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4824346002068718771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/02/manukan.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-6668952231386187736</id><published>2008-01-30T20:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:03:53.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my condition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i realized that i'm not at the right disposition again. i'm having mood swings again and it's really bad. i'm easily irritated again; i don't like talking to anyone; i hate it when they ask me questions that i think the answers are very obvious, just a little common sense people! nakaka tanga eh! i just hate any questions. i hate LOUD sounds. i hate it when somebody sneezes really hard! yung tipong maka-tanggal ilong na at lalamunan. i hate it when they turn off the lights on the way to my room! what the hell! porque ibang way ang sa kwarto nila?! ano ba?! i hate it when they hurt mallow (my persian cat) whether accidentally or intentionally. i hate it when i'm sleepy and they do something that would keep me awake like tickling me or kissing me or poking me again and again. f*ck! just let me nap! i will wake up when i like the tv show! you cannot force me to watch something i don't like! i hate it when they "kulit" me to eat. isang tanong lang naman diba at sumasagot na ako? ano bang parte ng oo o hindi ang hindi mo maintindihan?! pag gusto kong kumain kakain ako pag ayoko, ayoko. ayokong pinipilit ako kumain. eh sa hindi ako gutom eh! isuka ko kaya yan sa harap mo?! i hate it when i say something then one would respond like this "__________ ka diyan." what the HELLLL!!!! kung ganyan lang rin naman isasagot mo eh wag ka nang magsalita at nakakapang-kulo lang ng dugo!!! i hate "nagmamarunong" people, those who pretend that they know what's been talking about. ano ba naman kung aminin mong hindi mo alam diba? lalo ka lang namamali eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND A LOT MORE HATES WHEN I'M HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really can't go to the overnight trip...with these people around whose very "maaarte" i might just throw a knife in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO, I'M NOT MEAN. PLEASE DON'T GET ME WRONG WITH THIS POST/ENTRY. JUST WHAT I HAVE SAID, I'M HAVING AN ANXIETY ATTACK. that's the only time when i really hate a lot of things...including people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-6668952231386187736?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6668952231386187736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6668952231386187736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6668952231386187736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6668952231386187736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-condition.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-970700483874709896</id><published>2008-01-29T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:50:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>field trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagback-out na ako sa overnight trip namin sa tagaytay this friday-saturday. we had a meeting this afternoon and grabe, sobrang higpit! nag field trip ka pa. WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BRING CELLPHONES  which are very important and necessary. we can bring but we have to give them a letter first from our parents that they are allowing us to bring such gadgets and that the school is not responsible for any lost things. bawal din magdala ng food inside the retreat house, pwede naman pero kelangan iwan sa kitchen ng retreat house. tapos pag10pm pinapatay daw ang tubig at kuryente sa retreat house, magkakaron lang ulit 5am the next day. tapos isang katutak pang mga bawal. tapos kasama pa namin yung mga 3rd year na talagang kahit anong gawin ng mga tao eh, hindi ko talaga sila feel! tapos kanina hindi naman sinabing derecho pero halata naman na ako yun ginawang example kung bakit bawal magdala ng phones. dahil nga nung nag-outing/overnight ako before christmas nanakaw un phone and ipod ko at nagskandalo ang nanay ko. ewan ko ba sa kanya alam naman na LABAS ANG SCHOOL dun, nagpunta pa din at kung ano-ano ang pinagsasabi. hindi man lang nag-isip na sakin ang balik nun. ok, ok...back to the topic...hays!!! na-badtrip talaga ako dun kanina dahil ako yun ginawang example. uminit talaga dugo ko. nainsulto kasi talaga ako. ang laki na ng galit ko dun sa teacher na yun!!! bwisit siya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-970700483874709896?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/970700483874709896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=970700483874709896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/970700483874709896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/970700483874709896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/01/field-trip-nagback-out-na-ako-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-8695391700795335785</id><published>2008-01-27T08:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:19:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>wallet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night, i took my wallet out from my bag and i saw that it was dirty; it is already a bit brownish. hahaha! i removed all the things in it. you know what i have noticed? inside were pictures of me and some special people in my life; 5 strips of band-aids, one was labeled with "thank you"; a not from a special person which says if i would come to church the coming sunday and if i would do, i should attend the 7.30 am mass because a lot of montessorians hear mass at 9am and they &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/Picture131.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;might see us, inside the note is a blade; a red paper dove which i got from the church 2years ago w/ "peace" written on it. there were women around the church holding a basket full of red papers shaped like a dove and there were words written on it, they say whatever you have picked it was the message of the holy spirit to you. i got the "peace" but where is the peace?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't include the other things in this pic like my money (of course), a menu of mcdo (hahaha! i cut it from a magazine a year ago), a calling card ( i have a lalagyan but i put one in my wallet), and a registration card for my phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-8695391700795335785?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/8695391700795335785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=8695391700795335785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8695391700795335785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/8695391700795335785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/01/wallet-last-night-i-took-my-wallet-out.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-1581872766149586143</id><published>2008-01-26T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T09:27:50.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>field trip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may field trip kami sa tagaytay next week. overnight kami. kasama nga lang ang juniors. hay nako, bakit ba kasi kelangan pang ipagpilitan samin ang 3rd year. wala na naman pag-asa noh! ayaw namin sa kanila at ayaw rin nila samin! masyadong mapilit ang school, wag kasi sana nila itulad yun bonding namin sa senior batch last year. hinding hindi kasi mangyayari yun! kami mga simple lang eh yun mga juniors, jusme! saksakan ng aarte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok,hahaha! naha-high blood ako. hanggang ngayon hindi pa rin ako nakakapag decide kung sasama nga ba ako sa field trip na yan. Feb.1-2 kami. sa canossa retreat house kami matutulog. pupunta kami sa ilog ni maria honeycomb farm sa silang, cavite; cornerstone pottery farm, sa silang pa din tapos sa flower farm sa tagaytay and  sa zaki's oraganic farm sa tagaytay na rin. sa gabi may mga activities daw. hay nako for sure gusto nilang magbonding kami nung mga yun! &gt;*&lt;  tapos sa feb2 ng umaga may recollection daw. hays... hindi na sana ako magdadalwang isip kung hindi kasama yung mga yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feb.2 - sino nga ba may birthday sa araw na 'to? hmmm... hahahaha! advance ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-1581872766149586143?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/1581872766149586143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>batch attitudes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaninang Trigo namin wala kaming ginawa, sabi nun teacher namin mauubusan na daw kasi kami ng lessons. pero siguro may halong katamaran na rin yun! hahaha! tapos sabi nun teacher namin mag-group na lang kami into three at magkwentuhan na lang. san ka pa! bihira ang mga teachers na ganyan! hahaha! tapos ayun kung ano-anong napagkwentuhan namin at isang topic lang talaga yun tumatak sa isip ko kasi totoo nga naman. hahaha! tungkol 'to sa mga ugali ng mga batch sa school, ahm... to exact -- ang kaartehan. ok, bago ang lahat eto muna. ang batch namin ang 2nd batch na gagraduate ng high school sa aming monte('ng) paaralan. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto ang naging conclusion ng classmate/friend ko ( di kami masyado close eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-un naunang batch(ok talaga ang bonding namin with that batch) : toothbrush lang&lt;br /&gt;-batch namin : toothbrush and powder&lt;br /&gt;-un 3rd year ngaun : toothbrush, powder, lip balm, lip gloss, cologne, lahat-lahat na!&lt;br /&gt;-un 2nd year : wala... ni-toothbrush daw wala! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;-1st year : MALALA...hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya sabi ni C/F pag graduate namin pangit na un school. maarte na lahat ng tao. totoo naman kasi kami kahit prominent un school namin sa lugar namin very down-to-earth ang batch namin at un batch na nauna sa amin. walang ka-keme-keme talaga. kesehodang mag commute basta galaan! hindi importante samin ang estado ng buhay ng bawat isa, basta totoong tao ka, in ka! hahaha! yan rin ang natutunan ko nun nakilala ko yun mga closest friends ko ngaun. aaminin ko isa ako sa mga madaming kaartehan noon, pero nawala lahat ng 'yon nun naging close talaga ako sa mga taong ito. sila ang nagturo sakin maging simple. although, di ko pa rin lubusang (at talagang lubusan?! hahaha!) ma-take ang mga putik nung nagpunta kami sa GK (Gawad Kalinga) site, project namin sa CAT-1 ang tumulong sa pagtatayo ng mga bahay dun para sa "homeless" at sa mga nasalanta ng bagyong si Milenyo...hehehe ang lalim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige till here na lang! na-miss ko magpost dito! i love this blog so much! hahaha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-3865542399375837205?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/3865542399375837205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=3865542399375837205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/3865542399375837205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/3865542399375837205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2008/01/batch-attitudes-kaninang-trigo-namin.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-7426351817502068933</id><published>2007-12-27T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:30:10.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;blogger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nandito ako ngayon sa netopia, nagse-celebrate kasi si arah ng bday niya. maya-maya punta na rin kami ng square. nakakainis 'tong blogger ha! pagnasa bahay ako ayaw mag-update ng mga posts ko! kaya ngayon lang napost yun dapat matagal ko ng mga entries! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, grabe...wala pang isang linggo ang dami nang nangyari. nun dec21, nag-overnight kami sa Pansol, christmas party ng varsity. ang saya-saya ko pa nun gabi. nagwawala pa nga kami ni arah sa videoke! tapos nun madaling araw siguro mga 2am nasa labas kami ng room bali nasa kitchen kami, hinuhulaan kami nun coach namin. pagakatapos nun, antok na antok na kasi kami siguro around magt-3am na yun pumasok na kami sa room tapos nun nasa kama na kami sabi ko kay arah kung pwede ko ibaba yun paperbag nia para makahiga ako ng ayos. tapos nun nakita ko yun handbag ko nasa sahig; hindi muna nagregister sa utak ko kung bakit nasa sahig siya, sabi ko pa nga bakit nasa sahig yun bag ko tapos may nalaglag, tapos sabi nun coach namin pulutin ko tapos dun ko lang na-realize na nanakawan na pala ako. as in sobrang antok ko na kasi, nakaka-tulog na nga ako habang naghuhulaan kami. tapos un, nagpanic ako sabi ko sa mga tao dun sa room wala un cellphone at ipod ko. super panic ako, nanginginig na ako sa kaba. bago kasi un phone ko at hindi pa tapos bayaran. magsstart pa lang nun dec26. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to make the long story short, sobrang nag-over react ang nanay ko...as in! inaway nia pati yun coach namin, so nagalit ako sa nanay ko kasi sobra talaga! hindi nia alam ang paghihirap ni mama thes (coach) para lang maayos yun kaso. siya nga walang nagawa eh, nanisi lang at nagpalaki ng problema,isumbong ba naman sa school?! buti na lang hindi kami pinagalitan ng school, at least ngayon, open-minded na sila. sabi ng officers na kumausap samin naiintindihan naman nila na personal namin lakad yun kaya yun. ok naman ang naging pag-uusap. nabawi naman yun cellphone at ipod ko. pero hindi pa rin ako masaya dahil sa coach namin. naawa kasi ako sa kanya at hiyang hiya na rin. dapat nasa Baguio siya nun 27 pero hindi na siya sumama dahil nga diyan sa lintik na meeting na yan. wala naman kwenta eh! nang-aksaya lang ng oras ng may oras yun nanay ko, sana masaya na siya! ang galing niang manira ng pasko! sinira nia pasko namin ni mama thes! kaya nga kahit pasko di ko kinausap si mama (mom ko) para malaman niang galit talaga ako. sobrang foul ng pinagsasabi nia sa coach namin! buti na lang hindi galit sakin si mama thes, hindi daw ako damay sa galit nia sa nanay ko. buti na lang, love na love ko kasi yun coach namin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-7426351817502068933?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/7426351817502068933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=7426351817502068933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7426351817502068933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/7426351817502068933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogger-nandito-ako-ngayon-sa-netopia.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-4821628867871303345</id><published>2007-12-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:40:07.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ngarag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngaragan na naman sa school! ang daming gagawin at isa-submit!!! last week na namin next week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-4821628867871303345?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4821628867871303345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=4821628867871303345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4821628867871303345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4821628867871303345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/12/ngarag-ngaragan-na-naman-sa-school-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-4689166996600210075</id><published>2007-11-19T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:41:39.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;monte('ng) palaro 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;monte('ng) [MONTEssori] palaro 2007 is the title of our intamurals na muntik-muntikan ng hindi matuloy dahil sa english week, sobrang na-adjust na yan dapat kasi last week pa pero hindi nag give way ang english department so na-move sa dec3-8. nag promise kasi yun isang officer samin na meron, last SY kasi wala kaming intrams,sirang sira kasi yun sched gawa ng madaming non-class days dahil sa bagyo,kaya yun sabi nila meron, meron hanggang sa nag march na, tapos na ang SY wala ng intrams. sabi nun teacher/school officer ibahin daw siya, pag sinabi niyang meron, meron talaga kaya ngaun, pinagpilitan at nailagay sa december. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;nakakatuwa yun title, kala namin kanina nagbibiro lang si teacher/officer, naging biruan na tuloy sa prom daw "Monte('ng) Prom" tapos sa homecoming daw namin "Balik Monte" sabi naman nun classmate ko MONTEnglupa (muntinlupa) kasi puro rehas ang school! yeah parang preso kami,naging biruan din namin magkakaibigan (*apelido*, may dalaw ka!) nun nilagyan ng grills yun ledge namin kasi madaming makukulit na "bata" na umaakyat sa ledge na halos ikaloka na ng mga tao sa office kaya yun. kanina nagmeeting na rin kasama na napag-usapan ang batch shirt, hindi namin sinunod ang dapat, nag draw lots kami at...malas, green ang nakuha ng batch namin.ganun rin naman mga kulay sana yun dapat na kulay na lang para sa seniors, red,yun na rin naman gusto namin eh. pero ok na rin yun green sana lang magandang shade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;yun na lang muna!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-4689166996600210075?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/4689166996600210075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=4689166996600210075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4689166996600210075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/4689166996600210075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/11/monteng-palaro-2007-monteng-montessori.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-6920466360418731712</id><published>2007-11-08T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T17:41:55.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;50-50&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;loving someone who can't love you back is like 50-50,&lt;br /&gt;comatosed in hospital...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;comfortably lying,&lt;br /&gt;but unconsciously bleeding...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;softly sleeping and&lt;br /&gt;silently hurting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continuously breathing yet&lt;br /&gt;slowly dying... ='(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tinamaan ako dito sobra... totoo diba? siguro sobrang heartbroken yun gumawa nito. minsan ako rin dinadaan ko sa sulat yung sama ng loob ko kasi kahit papano nalalabas mo. kinakabahan ako ngayon kasi ininvite niya ako sa isa kong blog (multiply) puro quotes naman yun nandun halos pero yun pinaka-unang post ko dun about sa acquaintance namin nun 3rd year kami, ayun. sobrang kinakabahan ako, sana hindi niya binasa. at sana hindi rin niya ito tiningnan kasi dito ko lahat nilalagay kung ano man nararamdaman ko.hehehe...huhuhu...T.T&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/27518094-6920466360418731712?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/6920466360418731712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=6920466360418731712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6920466360418731712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/6920466360418731712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/11/50-50-loving-someone-who-cant-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-2005597260826671960</id><published>2007-10-29T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T19:06:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;i feel sad right now... may instances talaga na ganto ako. siguro dahil na rin sa panahon, ang lamig ngayon eh,tapos senti pa music.haha... pero ok rin lang kasi nami-miss ko rin yun ganitong feeling. it's been a year...last year ganito ako, araw-araw malungkot. nakaka-miss pala talaga yun sadness. simula kasi nag4th year ako, masaya ako palagi.nabago kasi yun environment -- iba kasi ngayon yun mga taong nasa paligid ko, masayahin, puro kalokohan at pag-aaral. hindi katulad dati puro iyak lang dahil sa problema sa puso, haha. naalala ko dati, araw at gabi umiiyak ako for 5mos. pero ngayon ok naman, ok na rin naman pala na napahiwalay ako sa best friends ko, kahit naman magkaiba ng section ganun pa rin naman ang samahan mejo nabawasan nga lang ng bonding time. ok back to senti mode. minsan pag hindi ako makatulog sa gabi, binabasa ko yun mga txts niya sakin last year, wala lang. masakit pala talaga mag-reminisce, lalo na pag nababasa mo ulit yun mga concerns nia na wala na ngayon. oh well, this is life. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;madaya kung titingnan ng deretso pero kung titingnan mong mabuti, lahat may may mabuting dahilan. there are people that only come our way to teach us how to love truly but will not love us back the way we did to them. but i'm thankful, sooo thankful that you came. you'll always be my sweetest downfall... hindi ako nagsisisi na nakilala kita at minahal kita at patuloy na mamahalin habang buhay(corny ko na! pero totoo.) , alam mo naman yun diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sana hindi mo pa nakakalimutan tulad ng PROMISE mo sakin na sasamahan mo ako ng 1week... isa pa pala, sana makita ko ulit, makilala ko ulit yun ikaw na nakilala ko dati -- sweet, thoughtful/caring, "unselfish", basta yun dating ikaw... in fact i told my friends before that you're the most wonderful person i've ever met. iba ka kasi talaga, hindi ka kasi plastic at kung ano yun nararamdaman mo hindi ka natatakot ipakita yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i miss you and i love you...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-2005597260826671960?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/2005597260826671960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=2005597260826671960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2005597260826671960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/2005597260826671960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/10/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-5524769993841940196</id><published>2007-10-28T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T20:15:08.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;"The Rubber Poem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;i got this from my best friend. matagal akong hindi nakapag-blog dito kaya bumabawi,hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;kissing is a habbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;f*cking is a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;guys get the pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;girls get the pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;the guys say: "i love you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;girls belive it's true! but when our tummy starts to swell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;guys just say: "who the hell are you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;5 hours of pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;9 months in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;2 days in the hospital,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;and a baby without a name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;the baby is a bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;the mother is a whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;this wouldn't happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;if the "rubber" was put on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Bow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Play safe.Spread the message, not the sperm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;kung sino man ang gumawa neto,may point siya. hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-5524769993841940196?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5524769993841940196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=5524769993841940196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5524769993841940196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5524769993841940196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/10/rubber-poem-i-got-this-from-my-best.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-5858104323821274124</id><published>2007-10-28T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T19:30:57.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;ayan,sapul...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;we might find ourselves pulled into different directions...&lt;br /&gt;it's scary to think we won't be together in the next part of our lives...&lt;br /&gt;but i believe that whatever miracle brought us together today will again take place&lt;br /&gt;someday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;i got this quote from a friend na hindi ko masydo nakikita,she's already in college kasi eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;wala lang,natutuwa ako sapul kasi eh.yan gusto ko sabihin dun sa taong yun. para sayo yan quote na yan.alam ko naman hindi niya 'to nababasa kaya malakas ang loob ko.hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;wish ko lang,kahit...sige kahit next lifetime na lang. wala na naman akong ibang hinihingi na HIGIT pa eh, kung ano man yun nangyari dati, tanggap ko na naman yun matagal na. ang gusto ko lang yun friendship. alam ko naman ako rin may kasalanan kung bakit nagkaron tayo ng malaking gap pero diba, sabi mo ok na nun nag-sorry ako sayo? ewan ko, baka nga ganyan ka na lang talaga. ang laki ng pinag-bago mo,man! ang laki ng binago ng ugali mo! di na kita kilala. last year na natin 'to magkakasama-sama sana naman umayos ka! hinahayaan ko na nga lang kayo kasi nga tutal last year na natin (batch natin, at kayo...) sana after graduation magkita-kita pa rin tayo.saka, oi, un 1week ko ha! sabi mo nun bday ko sasamahan mo nga ako ng 1week. tutal rin baka di na tayo magka-chance sa mga susunod na panahon,un na lang grad gift mo sakin, un 1week.tapos nga pala di pa ako nakaka-hanap ng bunny mo.ang hirap kasi noh, sa china pa daw galing yun mga paninda sa store na pinagbilhan ko. ang kulit ko na nga dun eh,everytime na napunta ako nagtatanong ako dun sa nagtitinda kung meron na ba sila ulit na stock. by the way pupunta ako sa ATC one of these days, kaya pupunta ako ulit dun sa store at maghahalungkat ng mga keychains/stuffed toys nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;grabe na effort ko sayo ha,ever since. kung alam mo lang talaga. hahaha. diba sabi mo nga hanga ka na sa loyalty ko.hahaha! san ka pa?! bihira ka na makakita ng ganyang babae sa ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;tanga na kung tanga,ganyan talaga pag nagmamahal ng tunay. hahaha! nakow! umarangkada na naman ang kakornihan ko. pero di nga, totoo naman eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-5858104323821274124?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5858104323821274124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=5858104323821274124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5858104323821274124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5858104323821274124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/10/ayansapul.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-5524292838380965558</id><published>2007-10-22T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:09:00.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;school works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;haaaayy!!! akala ko pa naman makaka-bakasyon na ako bukas kaya lang ang dami pang pinapa-submit! tapos UN rin kasi,ako magdadala ng cd player bukas para sa national anthem ng Canada,pambihira naman kasi un player ng teacher namin eh tumatalon! hay gosh, gusto ko na magbakasyon at makapag pahinga. grabe naman tapos may report pa akong gawin sa THE kasi naman di ako sinabihan kung ano un ire-research ko,ngayon nga deadline nun eh, bukas na lang ako magsu-submit ngayon ko pa lang rin gagawin eh.hindi pa rin ako nakaka-daan sa book fair namin,kakainis (adik sa libro) ayan isa yun sa ipapasok ko bukas at kanina pa ako nangingig bumili ng libro dun  nasamin ang Scholastic eh.pag may fair kami lagi rin sila andun. hahanap pa pala ako ng costume ng Canada,at kung meron ay magdala daw at kelangan isuot bukas. judging kasi bukas ng mga sections in all levels for UN. at obviously, Canada ang aming country na irerepresent, ang cute nga ng room namin ngaun eh may mga snow tapos may snowman pa sa may pinto tapos un windows namin nilagyan rin ng snow at snowflakes. haha, ang cool tingnan ng room namin dahil sa mga "snow" tapos mejo foggy pa un windows hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ok till here na lang muna at madami pa akong dapat gawin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-5524292838380965558?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/5524292838380965558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=5524292838380965558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5524292838380965558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/5524292838380965558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2007/10/school-works-haaaayy-akala-ko-pa-naman.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-2460244075950581601</id><published>2007-10-20T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:28:45.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sem-break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;yipee! sem-break na! pero 1week earlier ako syempre! hahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;wala na naman gagawin sa school eh. papasok lang ako sa monday next week kasi naka-duty ako for CAT-1. sa monday ko lang rin naman balak pumasok next week eh,buti na lang monday ako pinag-uty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;well,fun-fair lang naman next week kaya di na ako papasok kasi wala naman ginagawa eh, mauubos lang pera ko. mahal mahal ng ticket tapos maya't maya ka pa maje-jail booth, haaay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;dito na lang ako sa bahay kesa mag-gaganyan. di naman sa kj ako, hindi lang kasi maganda un experience ko last year sa fun-fair kaya ayoko lang maulit pa un or worst pa un mangyari ngayon. pag college ko naman malamang mas maganda at mas masaya ang mga fairs.&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/27518094-2460244075950581601?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-115831041005819520</id><published>2006-09-15T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T20:34:08.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;little chances last forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we encounter a lot of chances everyday, whether it annoys us or take our breaths away.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we take it, sometimes we just leave it like it won't affect our lives even a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do you realize that those little chances can turn our lives 360 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;do you ever realized that those little chances that take our breaths away are those most treasured by us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are chances that only happens for a second or two but it makes a very big impact in my life. those "moments-for-seconds" were the ones i treasure most because those really took my breath away. memories of those little chances will last for a lifetime. i wasn't expecting it would happen to me. i was wrong. the short yet very captivating moment that i thought only happens in youth-oriented tv shows, will also go my way. i really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tuesday we had a check-up in school--- a vision and hearing test. i was the only girl in class that was called to go down that time. i was with 5 boys. one of them is "the guy" he shouldn't be with us. we were at the shelf behind. i started a chit-chat...a bit nonsense one. then i put my hand on the shelf and also him and he accidentally held my hand. but of course, the intial reaction was we separate hands immediately. i wasn't expecting it would happen to us because i don't even know if he treats me as a his friend. we just talk whenever he makes &lt;em&gt;kulit&lt;/em&gt; with me and when he needs something. we never had a serious talk though. but i don't care. i will treasure that little chance for a lifetime. i'll let our fate make the moves for us. i'll just follow wherever it leads us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-115831041005819520?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/115831041005819520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=115831041005819520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/115831041005819520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/115831041005819520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-chances-last-forever-we.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-115176010152965974</id><published>2006-07-01T20:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T16:56:44.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;confusion is not love-- part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;during our acquaintance party last night, i talked to my friend i asked her why do i feel this way. she asked me "have you overcomed that matter already?" i said, "about the --------y?, not really..." then she asked "do still have a crush on him?" i said, "i don't know, i'm confused..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;then she answered me "confusion is not love..." i wasn't able to answer her. maybe she's right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;last wednesday another friend of mine said to me to forget him,that he's not the right one for me. i want to follow her advice but i don't know where and how to start...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-115176010152965974?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/115176010152965974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=115176010152965974' 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is not love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it was our school's acquaintance party last night. i was so depressed (until now) because the guy i have an eye on didn't even smiled at me. it's okay if he don't want to dance with me but he should just said "hi" or just gave me a simple smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it all started one afternoon. i was on the line to let the teacher check my work and he was standing behind me, holding a guitar. then one girl,a friend of his went closer to him and asked him to play this certain song but "the guy" didn't know that song. this girl just walked out. then the guy said "ok,ok i'll try to, i'll study the chords so you will not get angry. i'll do it for you." then he called his friend and asked him to teach him the chords of that song so that the girl won't get angry at him. i felt jealous that whole afternoon. then it was our recess that i called the guy and i said to him that i'm a bit irritated at him that time. he said "you're always irritated at me!" then from that time on he wasn't talking to me. but he was my groupmate and leader in one of our subjects.he just talk to me when we are on meetings for the project. i like his professionalism. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i am really hoping that i would be able to get over him soon. i hope the process of forgetting him won't be long, like what happened to "the one" i cried a lot every night before i have overcame at him ("the one"). i am afraid for this one because i always see him, he's my classmate unlike "the one" he's studying in a different school and i haven't seen him for years. the last time i saw "the one" was, i think 4-5 years ago and yet i still have feelings for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;i'll just say that maybe it's just a matter of time. i know and i believe that i will be able to get over him sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-115175781280012895?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/115175781280012895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=115175781280012895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/115175781280012895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/115175781280012895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2006/07/confusion-is-not-love.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-114985008813445446</id><published>2006-06-09T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T14:52:52.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;letting go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a movie said.. "you can't tell yourself to move. one day you''ll just be surprised, you're not grieving anymore for the special person lost to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i have proved that. at first, as days passed, it seems like the hurting i feel has no end. i thought i would not stop from grieving. i thought i won't be able to unchain my heart from "the one".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took vacation in a beach that has a very romatic mood during the late afternoon. i was in the sea while watching the beautiful golden sunset; there i found myself not grieving, not hurting anymore (whenever i see sunsets i get sentimental), at last! i stopped grieving and the feeling of longing for "the one" has already vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy because i feel better now. i am now focused to myself and studies. i am also confident that i can make my greatest dream come true this year. but before that to come true i have a deal with myself and i am also in the run to make it there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say time can heal any wound but you can only be healed if you allow yourself to be cured.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-114985008813445446?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/114985008813445446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=114985008813445446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/114985008813445446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27518094/posts/default/114985008813445446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/2006/06/letting-go.html' title=''/><author><name>AlyCab</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00358993634982827411</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i47.photobucket.com/albums/f198/faerie_sapphire/06-09-12_23-19.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27518094.post-114697589136872044</id><published>2006-05-07T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T18:52:38.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your Heart Will Lead You Home- Kenny Logins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;sunny days and starry nights &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lazy afternoons &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;you count the castles in the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and hum little tunes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but somehow right before your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the sun fades away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;everything is different and everything has changed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;if you feel lost and on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and far from home you’re never alone, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just think of your friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;the ones who care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they all will be waiting there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with love to share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and your heart will lead you home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;funny how a photograph can take you back in time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;to places and embraces that you thought you left behind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they're trying to remind you that you're not the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;that no one is an island when all has said and done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel lost and on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and far from home you’re never alone, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just think of your friends the ones who care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they all will be waiting there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with love to share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and your heart will lead you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;there'll come a day when you're losing your way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and you won't know where you belong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they say that home is where your heart is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so follow your heart know that you can't go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel lost and on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and far from home you’re never alone, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just think of your friends the ones who care they all will be waiting there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;with love to share &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and your heart will lead you home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you feel lost and on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and far from home you’re never alone, you know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;just think of your friends the ones who care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;they all will be waiting there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;with love to share and your heart will lead you where you belong&lt;br /&gt;I know, your heart will lead you home…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27518094-114697589136872044?l=whimsyfairy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whimsyfairy.blogspot.com/feeds/114697589136872044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27518094&amp;postID=114697589136872044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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