<?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-12822455</id><updated>2012-02-03T04:50:28.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Renovation</title><subtitle type='html'>may you bedazzled in the makeover of this blog--- coming soon! :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>279</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2139294725979553556</id><published>2011-09-15T08:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:51:50.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Yesterday marked my 6th month in PwR. The first three months were crucial, nonetheless I can say that I have gained a place to what we always call "a small company with so many big projects". Now in my 6th month, I must say that I have found my strong points, as well as my weak points. My weak points these past few days made me a little bit depressed and frustrated because I came to a point that I an struggling to determine my "role" even I literally know the job I am supposed to do everyday, and so the thing called "belongingness" which I felt I don't because I am finding the most suitable role for myself amidst of all the problems and personal concerns recently. I always wanted to be of help but probably because of my weakness, some things cannot be completely held by me alone... Well... Maybe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Still, I thank the whole "team" for filling up the things I've overlooked and for believing that I can be worthy. What I can do now is to shape up myself to make the strong points my "asset", and hopefully to lessen being forgetful of things. I know no one is perfect, but there is always a room for improvement. Thanks, guys. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At home, Albert's parents are here in Singapore and I couldn't be happier for we are getting more than a dose of pinoy dishes and of course not to mention the whole package of having a 100% ambiance of pinoy home. I am so excited for the weekend because we're going to tour them on the places they have not seen yet. I cannot wait! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2139294725979553556?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2139294725979553556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2139294725979553556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2139294725979553556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2139294725979553556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/09/yesterday-marked-my-6th-month-in-pwr.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-8527393874427279014</id><published>2011-09-07T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T23:00:49.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>b l a b  ver.1.0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am glad to know that one of my so-called &lt;i&gt;"personal"&lt;/i&gt; issues is almost coming to an end. Some answers are already cleared off the line, and yes, sure, a lot has already been explained even though I don't ask for it. All I can say is that my mind felt cool and calm, and somewhat away from being majorly restless... even just for tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A very random thought: Why did I not aspire to become an actress, or an instant celebrity in the first place? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I was watching the season finale of &lt;i&gt;The Glee Project&lt;/i&gt;, several things came in to my views on the show... The contestants' lives would change drastically because they were given a chance to pursue their dreams. Yeee... Cheesy much. But that's a fact. In an instant they became one of the people all the Glee fans would be rooting for, shouting their names for, and most of all, would be glaring on the TV screen in every episode of the show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ironically from my blog post below, I was saying that it's funny how life can play with you like a yoyo spinning on a rough road. Some can have a hard time dealing with what they need to settle with. Whenever I watch reality shows or anything related for that matter, I always feel I can relate to the one who's supposed to go home and cry. But then again, it will contradict my actions whenever I think that winning a game isn't something you cannot achieve by not losing on the first try. Weeeellll, That statement is basically, of course, not applicable for people who were born VERY LUCKY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; I cannot totally despise how I live every single moment in this planet. I am still happy to know that I am still who I am, even if the world changes every tick on the clock. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Theeeen agaaaain, why do I always see the world being so unfair whenever I see &lt;i&gt;Alodia Gosiengfiao?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tell me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/12822455-8527393874427279014?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8527393874427279014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=8527393874427279014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8527393874427279014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8527393874427279014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/09/b-l-b-ver1.html' title='b l a b  ver.1.0'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-9107266241157583145</id><published>2011-09-06T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T21:30:52.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post - illness sulking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You really cannot mess up with life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the first place, who the hell wants to get his/her life messed up, anyway? But you know what I'm thinking. Sometimes, when life plays the nasty way, you can't help but just go with the rules and roll in the mud. Well, just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not only now that I can realize that I must value every minute, every second, nor every moment of everything. My always problem would be that, I can always realize things, but never valuing them at 100%. Like now. Whether it may be at work or my own personal life, there are some things you can consider that are least prioritized, overlooked, but will never come to a point that it is neglected... But you know, there's always an impact to every choices. To every decisions. To every word you will say 'yes' or 'no'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But what about those instances you didn't choose to happen? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never choose to get sick, but maybe I chose to abuse my food intake. I never choose to get a damn problem at my project on site, but perhaps I chose to overlook on some things and absorb almost all of the complaining... and I never ever choose, nor even pray to get somebody's life ruined, but it's as if it is all happening in a blink.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I remember a friend in college who told me these line, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Better be weak for a moment, for you to become stronger."&lt;/span&gt; When she said that, all the feeling of heartbreak and frustration starts to brew in... like a hard liquor that still lingers in your throat after you drank a shot.  ...and those words were like lifting my guard up to shield myself from hurting back and forth... I never learn to forget, I must say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I need to become stronger. I need to overcome the fears of a past nightmare. Then again, life would still toy on me and to challenge me on my preferences. I know I am not being with myself lately, and will be asked with the question, "why you're not acting like you're used to?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"They laughed at me because they think I'm &lt;b&gt;different&lt;/b&gt;. I laughed at them because they are all the &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/i&gt; -CFAD shirt, circa 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-9107266241157583145?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/9107266241157583145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=9107266241157583145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/9107266241157583145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/9107266241157583145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-really-cannot-mess-up-with-life.html' title='post - illness sulking'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-8595899236295575736</id><published>2011-08-29T19:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T19:10:20.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ex-obsession revival</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_image_section'&gt;&lt;div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' &gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EUwiHg4uMo8/TltzmJj4kAI/AAAAAAAAADE/cY-Fdr6x20I/bloggerPlus.jpg' &gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;&lt;align = "justify&gt; Aside from blogging, one of the things that I would like to do (well, that is, after reaching the latest episode of One Piece) is 1) fanfiction-writing; 2) playing online games, and 3) playing Sims. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yup, you've read it right! Sims 3 to be exact. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For those who do not know yet, "The Sims" is a social simulation game that started on pc games wayback early 2000's. From the original game, it made its game enhancements sometime around 2006 or 2007, and called "The Sims 2". I was addicted that time, given that I am fond of making different characters and so with, of course, houses. The game made way for further re-modelling and sometime late 2009, it launched again the 3rd version of the game which houses more features and walkthrough. Pretty cool, I must say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since I was so outdated with the game, recently I saw in gaming shops here that it paved way to another expansion. I was i total bliss...! I just do hope I could find something to get it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really cannot wait to go home now and... see for myself. I'll find a way for sure. nyahahaha *evil laugh* &lt;/align&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-8595899236295575736?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8595899236295575736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=8595899236295575736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8595899236295575736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8595899236295575736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/ex-obsession-revival.html' title='ex-obsession revival'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-EUwiHg4uMo8/TltzmJj4kAI/AAAAAAAAADE/cY-Fdr6x20I/s72-c/bloggerPlus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-416387016691934457</id><published>2011-08-21T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T00:50:06.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sublimed</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="left"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know, my "personal quote" have won over my ideals these past few days. I never thought that some things happened as if it was done out of plain make-believe. I always believe that not all days are happy days, so are the lonely days. And yes, shit happens. Face it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but to feel frustrated especially when all your motives were as clear as a teardrop. I thought I have already tried to collect everything that I need, in order for me not to feel again this heart-wrenching feeling. But then again as I have said, these past few days, I think I was wrong. It was like, a "sweet" nightmare is trying to haunt me down... Yeah. Right. True enough. So true that  it's sour to swallow. And I am not liking this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But look at the bright side. I am still here, still taking on to the possibilities that this may be really a "dream". I am even more determined to know what my jumbled reveries is trying to decipher... but one thing's for sure... I have to cease the fire. Let this feeling ebb away. Still, I only know one thing and for me it's so damn real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, my &lt;i&gt;nakama&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-416387016691934457?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/416387016691934457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=416387016691934457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/416387016691934457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/416387016691934457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/sublimed.html' title='Sublimed'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3135259948827204956</id><published>2011-08-20T15:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T15:31:18.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toycon</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Albert and I are currently at the Toy Convention here in Suntec. Weee soo many toys (duh, obviously lol) and comic artists that came in here, so as cosplayers which some I am not familiar with. Hehe. We'll be coming back tomorrow too so we can watch the cosplay competition. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_image_section'&gt;&lt;div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' &gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DL9iICkGLUA/Tk9iv1Jjx5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eEbvKnLF7f0/bloggerPlus.jpg' &gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;&lt;br&gt;Will post photos soon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class='bloggerplus_image_section'&gt;&lt;div class='bloggerplus_image_section' align='center' &gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-v6BxxSiCM9I/Tk9iwxAO7WI/AAAAAAAAADA/lbil8QXJEx8/bloggerPlus.jpg' &gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3135259948827204956?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3135259948827204956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3135259948827204956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3135259948827204956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3135259948827204956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/toycon.html' title='Toycon'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-DL9iICkGLUA/Tk9iv1Jjx5I/AAAAAAAAAC8/eEbvKnLF7f0/s72-c/bloggerPlus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-8072327436816166398</id><published>2011-08-13T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:45:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LPh7vWDtKMg/TkXMjX0fL2I/AAAAAAAAACc/gjG-4V9n4Rw/bloggerPlus.jpg" width="350" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My paper bag curls from last night's "sleeping-sacrifice" was 101% percent effective! Actually it  did not only made it curly, it's too kinky! Probably because my hair is not yet too long or maybe that I sectioned my hair and twirled it in different motions haha. I tried to kinda "wet" some in order not to bounce that much and it is kinda so shape-y, that I may looked like a messed up onigiri. Haha. Anyway, I don't mind if I may not maintain the curlness all throughout the day because this is only just my first trial. I'm just so happy that after hours of sleeping uncomfortably with paper bag strips (but rollers are even worse) it came with very satisfactory results. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;More pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-5492gjKKi1E/TkXMgbWsoqI/AAAAAAAAACY/TgUc6mDs3Fw/bloggerPlus.jpg" width="350" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gIPBNwsKgHI/TkXMfBeXptI/AAAAAAAAACU/GC98wiBtiZA/bloggerPlus.jpg" width="350" height="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="left" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So that's it! Off to work for now! Actually I am on the bus while writing and I am about to alight now. Happy Saturday everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-8072327436816166398?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8072327436816166398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=8072327436816166398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8072327436816166398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8072327436816166398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-LPh7vWDtKMg/TkXMjX0fL2I/AAAAAAAAACc/gjG-4V9n4Rw/s72-c/bloggerPlus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-1582180885059864093</id><published>2011-08-13T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T02:02:32.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seafood in curly pore strips</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="justify"&gt; Our Company Dinner held in Long Beach Seafood Resto was really nice, despite of me, chillin' my bones out seeing all the big, snappy claws of those raw, uncooked crabs inside the aquarium. But surely, I had a great time spending with them and I even found new facts to some of our colleagues that we did not really know of. Even though I have a minor fear of crabs, (as Spiders being my main phobia) I still somehow managed to maintain a reserved self and even got the nerve to eat chilli crab for the second time (the first being at the pre-nup celebration of my design partner, Rebecca) As always, the sauce was fantastic, a perfect match to the hot bun for you to dip. I firmly believe that crabs, when already cooked, are no longer a "threat" to me, instead, I will be their threat to it. Haha. Devour!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-B_sQ5yyzkrs/TkVjG5Sfk0I/AAAAAAAAACI/9kCmXOOwF_4/bloggerPlus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="center"&gt;Yum Yum Yum!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky enough, Boss' way going home will be a nearer route to my place. I went home as early as expected. Thanks for the dinner and for the ride, Boss. I always hope everyday would be your birthday. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home, I took a bath since my hair got messed up with some chilli crab sauce (gross) and it smelled awful. While on the bath I thought of curling my hair using &lt;a href="http://www.michellephan.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Michelle Phan&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?bmb=1&amp;amp;desktop_uri=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DWoZ2QGq0n4A%26feature%3Dyoutube_gdata_player&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player&amp;amp;gl=US&amp;amp;v=WoZ2QGq0n4A" target="_blank"&gt;paper bag curls tutorial&lt;/a&gt; and this is how it looked like:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dSe9_-KfikI/TkVjJidmUAI/AAAAAAAAACM/49rzvBBX2IE/bloggerPlus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="justify"&gt;Really an effort! Haha! I just do hope it would turn out real nice curls tomorrow hehe. Also whilst I was folding our freshly washed clothes I tried to use the pore strips I bought last Thursday. Kinda nice also but it gives me this dizzy feeling because of its strong, aromatic smell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_section" align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ysd0EzB_0bM/TkVjKSTP-QI/AAAAAAAAACQ/CxExEuNGa4Y/bloggerPlus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="justify"&gt;Yes, it's black. And somehow it DID got my tiny whiteheads, dirt, and all the impurities that facial wash cannot do at a hundred percent. Well... Maybe I should also try Michelle's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-bjOB4zS0uE&amp;amp;feature=youtube_gdata_player" target="_blank"&gt;DIY pore strips&lt;/a&gt; tutorial... I just need some gelatin to create one. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta sleep for now! I had my dose of One Piece episode marathon for tonight and I have forgotten that I have work tomorrow lol. Glad that my menstrual cramps was gone the moment I munch on those crab legs. ...maybe that was the cure, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Good Weekend ahead! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Dang, &lt;b&gt;Blogger+&lt;/b&gt; app for iPhone 4 is so freakin' cool!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-1582180885059864093?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/1582180885059864093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=1582180885059864093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/1582180885059864093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/1582180885059864093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/seafood-in-curly-pore-strips.html' title='Seafood in curly pore strips'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-B_sQ5yyzkrs/TkVjG5Sfk0I/AAAAAAAAACI/9kCmXOOwF_4/s72-c/bloggerPlus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3236580040817024822</id><published>2011-08-11T00:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:49:03.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Piece</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class="bloggerplus_image_link_section"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="bloggerplus_image_link_section" align="left"&gt;&lt;img width="359" src="http://images.mylot.com/userImages/images/postphotos/2479200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bloggerplus_text_section" align="left"&gt;Haha would you believe I am starting to watch One Piece again...? Aaaand not to mention we started from episode 1! Yes, baby. Episode ONE. So I was like, "...cooool 500+ episodes to go. BRING IT ON!"  with the rocking finger and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting aside the sarcasm, I was only in the mood to watch because both me and Albert felt like watching a considered "classic", or rather a "phenomenal" anime like OP. And since I only watched episode 1 back then (haha yeah I'm a total sucker), might as well continue. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to sleep now, and before I sleep, let me tell you that I am so lovin' this iPhone app I downloaded where I can post my blog entries like this in a breeze! It's called &lt;b&gt;Blogger+&lt;/b&gt;. Try it! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3236580040817024822?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3236580040817024822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3236580040817024822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3236580040817024822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3236580040817024822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-piece.html' title='One Piece'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7363189765726658179</id><published>2011-08-09T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T23:19:16.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Majulah Singapura x Disappointment</title><content type='html'>We didn't do anything special for today, except that we just bum around and get lots of rest, whilst the others went out to celebrate Singapore's 46th National Holiday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't get anymore frustrated with the events that might have happened today. It is also our 67th month anniversary... If only Albert is not on-call for work, we could have gone out somewhere. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I am actually looking forward for today is the chance of meeting my dad before he goes off to Slovenia.. He left in the Philippines a while ago to stop here and take his connecting flight to Istanbul, then another flight to Koper, Slovenia. But then again, what made him hold back is that, he feared he might walk too long just to get out for at least a good two and a half hours just to meet me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At that time I realized what more can be better when you see him. I truly missed my dad, I truly missed everyone in Pinas. Just the thought of him 10 minutes away from where I am, thrills me. I cannot get over with the fact that I let this day off not seeing him. I was all excited on facebook and twitter, but because it ended like this, I feel very sad and frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chance of meeting Papa slipped away just like that. I just do hope that by eating iced cream, I would feel better.&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/12822455-7363189765726658179?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7363189765726658179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7363189765726658179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7363189765726658179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7363189765726658179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/majulah-singapura-x-disappointment.html' title='Majulah Singapura x Disappointment'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-1774110404834910931</id><published>2011-08-07T22:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T22:33:34.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there.</title><content type='html'>So... I have been remodeling my blog for some time now, putting interesting backgrounds and experimenting styles in it. I am just concerned as to how can I incorporate some of the things that I want to be visible in my main page. With some researching I hope I could get my complete renovation on the coming holiday, which is the 9th of August.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Masterchef Season 2 Finale has gotten my attention the whole weekend, and what I love about the whole show is that it boils down to the two very talented competitors which I love for all of their awesome techniques in cooking. As I am typing this blog down, I am as well reading the blog of Season 2's crowned Masterchef, Adam Liaw, and so with his runner-up, Callum Hann. You may check their respective blogs: This &lt;a href="http://adamliaw.com/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt; for Adam , and this &lt;a href="http://callumskitchen.com/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt; for Callum. Awesome find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just do hope I can fix this blog so I won't be bothering someone else's attention again. hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-1774110404834910931?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/1774110404834910931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=1774110404834910931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/1774110404834910931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/1774110404834910931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/almost-there.html' title='Almost there.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4632414732439814804</id><published>2011-08-05T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:22:27.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing...</title><content type='html'> &lt;p class='bloggerplus_text_section' align='left'&gt;Testing 123!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4632414732439814804?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4632414732439814804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4632414732439814804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4632414732439814804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4632414732439814804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/testing.html' title='Testing...'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2673576955327926558</id><published>2011-08-01T00:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T00:12:18.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>knocking this blog once again</title><content type='html'>halu! well as you can see, I am aiming to re-organize everything on this blog site since it has been yearssss since multiply... facebook and twitter started. Now that I have some kind of become more "determined" to bring my old hobbies back (first would be blabbing on again on this humble blog of mine--- second would be going back into fanfiction writing), I am also keen to incorporate new and interactive slots here. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To keep myself busy since I am away in my homeland, I realized that I can still reach out to all the things that I used to do. Its not everyday that I can talk and rant out to everyone in the flat just to calm myself down so... most likely I will always go back to the basics. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a while, blogger! I can never replace superblogging experience. Now that I have my dslr, I can share my photos along as well! I might sign up for a tumlr account, who knows?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So watch out for my new blog entries. Aaand for those who would like to link their stuff to this site, please feel free to tell me and I'll see what I can do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abbey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2673576955327926558?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2673576955327926558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2673576955327926558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2673576955327926558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2673576955327926558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2011/08/knocking-this-blog-once-again.html' title='knocking this blog once again'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-856226724830498376</id><published>2010-06-07T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T00:36:03.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i remember i still have my blogger account. just let me say, i am so depressed right now. silly though i always ran into this online diary of mine whenever i get sad or pissed off. but i guess it just got to be that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so so depressed. i don't deserve this. but in any case i just have to let it all out. i don't know what to do anymore with this. i need a wide area to shout out all my rants in life. my family hates me for something i thought i never get done with. why would they always treat me like i always start a fight or something? i'm so hurt because they did not go and check what must be the real reasons. its as if i did all the problems which apparently not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sick and tired of this. i need a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-856226724830498376?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/856226724830498376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=856226724830498376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/856226724830498376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/856226724830498376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-remember-i-still-have-my-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-8269629748550089455</id><published>2010-03-01T23:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:34:08.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I always got the nick of getting myself pissed off with a while ago's MRT ride going to my office. JEEZ! Just when will I get done ranting all about this everyday? Please Please MRT, when will you and your staff conceptualize for another brilliant plan to keep your riders loyal to you? Well I guess we can't say, "oh we'll going to take another medium for a ride" because YOU, are the only one --- the RELIABLE one that can drive me south to keep on going on with this life. crap.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart was torn in a while ago's ride. See, I woke up real fair and early and anticipated for the best--- yes, it's the 1st of March... So there I was, waiting on the line, listening to Magic 89.9 and counting the minutes that I still spared for my patience. holy cheese I'm still at the line for like, half an hour, yet no one's telling us to "hey, you can proceed now." JINXED DAY. SUPER JINXED.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what gets me even more annoyed was that face. That face getting all moody when someone entered the room and was like choosing the people he'd like to talk to... I mean, what the hell?! I'm being friendly and nice and all and you're just ignore me like I never said anything? Something's really wrong with that dude, I swear. And then what, after a couple of hours he's okay? Nah... Being moody at times gets all your surroundings feel uneasy on you, especially when you're the 'guy next to the big guy'--kind of thing. Goodness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry for the rant. My day's not as good as last Sunday though... but at the end of the day's work I'm being rewarded by Kalai, who had 2 free tix to watch "Cop Out". Hilarious movie! Thanks again Kalai... more power on you and your "future plans" LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to rest, need to go to the site, early morning. Ciao :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-8269629748550089455?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8269629748550089455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=8269629748550089455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8269629748550089455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8269629748550089455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-always-got-nick-of-getting-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-269286777560096401</id><published>2010-03-01T01:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:49:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what a way to end feb - start march</title><content type='html'>it's been a while since i posted on a blog. i do multiply blogging for the past 2 years since i stopped on re-posting my rants here, until one day i dropped all of them. even though a lot of new things came into the cyber world, even though new helpful sites made blogging even more convenient than it was, still for me, nothing beats blogger. hehe.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and now that this site is "down" as some of my friends supposed to believe it was, i am now officially reviving this. yes, my dear... i am now back to this a bit old, yet reliable online diary that i once had. :) i must made my site looked a newly born one, but let's just say i'm still lazy at the moment. what's important is that i am announcing my comeback then again, and rest assured, things up here will change as i get more time for this than i was before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to refresh everyone's mind, I am an Architecture student... Since I don't post a lot on this site anymore, let me just say that I'll be formally taking my commencement exercises on the 25th, though I finished all the courses, summer of last year... I won't elaborate further of the details why, since I don't intend to broadcast this site's revival so, there you go. :) As of now, I worked on a small firm to get experience, and hit the board exams hopefully by next year. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so to de-stress myself, me and my nephew went to the Pyromusical Competition at MOA. I tagged along 2 of my friends, and thus meeting 4 more after. Then we had dinner at Dampa in Macapagal Ave, and to end the night out with laughter and good company. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, I am being open to say that I missed one person, and wished he's never been away from me... I may be all hyped and laughing a lot a while ago, but I always feel this "missing part" inside of me. As I watched the fireworks display, I always thought, "it would have been nice if you're here beside me" kind of feeling... really. I felt sad for being this stupid to feel this way though but I had a point in me while watching the show that I felt I shouldn't be there, dramatizing the absence he made... The whole viewing made me go teary-eyed, and I just let it go since nobody sees me. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he's here with me... I'm so missing him a lot lately... It is true whenever others say, "you only realize he's existence when he's away from you." That really explains the "me" right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH... i should sleep. another work day tomorrow... and i'd wait for another weekend to sleep long, and longer... I hope i don't see annoying people and pissing me off with their jokes that aren't suiting enough in the situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a sweet night people. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/12822455-269286777560096401?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/269286777560096401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=269286777560096401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/269286777560096401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/269286777560096401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-way-to-end-feb-start-march.html' title='what a way to end feb - start march'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7602879030915540463</id><published>2010-02-28T00:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:52:25.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>Ask me anything &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/grapesky" target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/grapesky&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7602879030915540463?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7602879030915540463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7602879030915540463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7602879030915540463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7602879030915540463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7296577613851877727</id><published>2009-01-25T01:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T01:57:00.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comeback.</title><content type='html'>when i think of writing these reveries spinning on my head in my multiply blog, i suddenly thought of some place not too flashy and more private to express what i feel tonight. this site has been down for years and now, i stopped furnishing my thesis just to do the comeback. well for some may thought this 'comeback' of "re"-generating this site would be a sure, nice feeling like, hello-again-blogspot to count, this day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Biggs is depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so down not because of the thesis work (anyway i became immune to it so i don't mind) but because of someone. I may be wrong in all perspective and was claimed guilty for it, but in some point i know i stood at the right decision. But then there creeps this feeling of being indecisive when it comes to what this person may actually feel. I was too down, so down that i want to scold myself, for being wrong and insensitive at the same time. I can't help but to cry for the things I've done, for the things i said half meant, and for all the gestures seemed to have made wronged the whole of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really sad and alone right now... and there's no one i knew whom i can throw up these feelings except this good old blog container. I had nearly tire a person's whole being, so much that I myself wanted to free this person and stop from prolonging the patience and love given to me. I was so stubborn that i actually think of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do anymore... I want to rest, and maybe i hope i can find myself to become more better... if only i could say it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7296577613851877727?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7296577613851877727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7296577613851877727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7296577613851877727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7296577613851877727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2009/01/comeback.html' title='comeback.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2266455490394774420</id><published>2007-08-16T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:09:38.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>name abbreviation? my name rocks =))</title><content type='html'>astig yun ah! gumawa din ako ng set namin ni... beng! beng, ginawa ko na ang para sa pangalan natin! hahahahaha! at sa lahat ng mga abigail hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Loves to flirt but in a jokingly manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; - Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; -  LOVES TO LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; - Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; - Loves to flirt but in a jokingly manner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-  LOVES TO LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; - best smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag BIGGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;: LOVES TO LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;: the best person anyone could have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as seen from:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Loves to flirt but in a jokingly manner&lt;br /&gt;B: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;C: weird&lt;br /&gt;D: Has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;E:Freaking beautiful&lt;br /&gt;F: People wild and crazy adore you.&lt;br /&gt;G: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H: Easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;I: LOVES TO LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;J: Freaking Rowdy&lt;br /&gt;K: Really silly.&lt;br /&gt;L: best smile&lt;br /&gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone could ask for&lt;br /&gt;O: Loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;P: Popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: Great good kisser&lt;br /&gt;S: the best person anyone could have&lt;br /&gt;T: Good bf/gf!&lt;br /&gt;U: Gets hugs&lt;br /&gt;V: Not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X: Never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y: Is a freak when it comes to parties&lt;br /&gt;Z: Lives life for fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2266455490394774420?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2266455490394774420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2266455490394774420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2266455490394774420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2266455490394774420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/name-abbreviation-my-name-rocks.html' title='name abbreviation? my name rocks =))'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3668096686225135399</id><published>2007-08-14T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:07:57.068+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged again!!! - by geran</title><content type='html'>ANG RULES DAW E    write 10 F.Y.I's about yourself then tag 8 people in your network..hehe sa inyong walo ang ndi gumawa kJ! :P branded na yan!wahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  at dahil uto-uto ako, sige papatulan ko na ang kasiyahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. aside from rambutan,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i seldom eat... apples&lt;/span&gt;. wala lang. hindi ako PRO sa quotation na, "an apple a day keeps the doctor away..." eh apple kaya has lot of caffeine content than coffee?! o well, not really an apple-enthusiast. pero sa ngayon i am learning to drink C2 apple... nawawala yung C2 green e. yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. whenever i hear the song &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Close to You" by the carpenters,&lt;/span&gt; there's this annoying feeling [oo talaga] in me that eventually my eyes end up producing teardrops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. naging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subject din ako ng lost and found &lt;/span&gt;when i was 6?... and my mom was really hysterically in search for me. yung as in grabe... buong neighborhood na ang nagpapanic pero ako nakikipaglaro sa classmate ko sa kabilang bahay. the weird thing is umabot na dun yung "search-for-the-lost-abby" brigade, and yet hindi sinabi ng papa ng classmate ko na nandun ako. kidnapper ba sya? haaaay... grabe talaga... and that's the first time i saw my mom cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i like the feeling of l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ooking down the street, or anything below when as for me i am 6 feet higher or even higher pa than that &lt;/span&gt;[wag mo lang sana ako itulak]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't believe in the saying "practice makes perfect."&lt;/span&gt; haha... wala lang, i never learned to appreciate that quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i have a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; major phobia to spiders and... crabs.&lt;/span&gt; ask my brother dear about it... [grrr]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm used to DIARIES nung high school. yeah, yung notebook-notebook thingy, but minus the lock naman.. and my diary isn't the normal one. well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my diary is actually a living person,&lt;/span&gt; up to now... hehehe... she even replies to my entries back then and hindi pa uso ang blogging nun...  hehehe... confused ka no? and vice-versa, i am THE DIARY of my own DIARY. hahaha. manigas ka sa confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. haha, cge...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fan ako ng sailormoon dati.&lt;/span&gt; hehehehe! yeah jc!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. believe it or not, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am a quiapo-goer &lt;/span&gt;every friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. utang ko lahat ang kasiyahan at contentment sa buhay ngayon sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ragnarok&lt;/span&gt;. :) &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/love.png" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3668096686225135399?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3668096686225135399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3668096686225135399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3668096686225135399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3668096686225135399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/tagged-again-by-geran.html' title='tagged again!!! - by geran'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-151363289956644076</id><published>2007-08-13T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:06:46.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 people</title><content type='html'>Name 20 people you can think of right off the top of your head.&lt;br /&gt;Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 20 people.&lt;br /&gt;This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.&lt;br /&gt;-Pass On-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.albert&lt;br /&gt;2.denis&lt;br /&gt;3.geran&lt;br /&gt;4.beng&lt;br /&gt;5.madie&lt;br /&gt;6.avon&lt;br /&gt;7.tino&lt;br /&gt;8.kuya aris&lt;br /&gt;9.kendiff&lt;br /&gt;10. rj abeto&lt;br /&gt;11. tintin&lt;br /&gt;12. eyns&lt;br /&gt;13. marynor&lt;br /&gt;14. CHRIS NG!&lt;br /&gt;15. kring&lt;br /&gt;16. emman&lt;br /&gt;17. dar&lt;br /&gt;18. rex&lt;br /&gt;19. zarah&lt;br /&gt;20. mong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet 3?&lt;br /&gt;~haha, "self-proclaimed" the FUNNY-FAT-GUY, isnabero yan dati. inalok ng yellow paper nung 1st day ng klase hindi ba naman namansin?! hahahaha... pero kidding aside, we got really close during our P.E volleyball days. malupet yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What would you do if number 2 and 6 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;~ hahahahaha! di pede, taken na si #2 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you know about number 8?&lt;br /&gt;~ nagmamagic yan sa makati. joke.. hinde... malupet yan sa computer thingymajigs.. pinsan ko yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you think of number 7?&lt;br /&gt;~  haha, pancit canton ang buhok nyan! pag wala na yan makain huhugot nalang sa ulo nya! hahaha!  hinde, kelangan na namin magresearch nito bukas! hasel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What would you do if 5 confessed he/she loves you?&lt;br /&gt;~ i love her too! she's more than a best bud to me. parang kapatid ko na talaga to e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A fact about 9?&lt;br /&gt;~ she's moving on. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who's going out with 1?&lt;br /&gt;~ errr... kapag me iba pa lagot sya sakin [hahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What's 4 do for a living?&lt;br /&gt;~ arkitekto sa umaga, paniki sa gabi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Where does 7 live?&lt;br /&gt;~ sa retreat house! hahaha sa taytay... sa dorm... sa lupa... sa kaldero kapag kumulo na may sauce at seasoning na. time to eat! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you like about number 1?&lt;br /&gt;~ we feel the same affection...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do you miss number 2?&lt;br /&gt;~ OO. miss the good old times... we're just hopeless romantics and bummers back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What is your opinion of number 6?&lt;br /&gt;~ d pa rin to nagbabago... kaya love ko to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What do you think about number 5?&lt;br /&gt;~ loyal, superfriend. i miss her na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What would you do if 3 and 8 were going out?&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;hahahaha!!! pwede rin!! para ok lang lagi na sa pinsan ko pag me pc problems sila beng! hahaha! pero may ate jaja na si kuya ko e. hehe.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~editted: SI GERAN BA? AY SI GERAN PALA!!!&lt;br /&gt;PWEDE PA RIN PAG NAGIBA ANG IHIP NG HANGIN!!! SYET! AHAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Who does 2 like?&lt;br /&gt;~ malamang gf nya. balita ko buntis na? haha peace insan... XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would you ever go to the movies with number 9?&lt;br /&gt;~ oo ba. i think we already did? pero kung mauulit, lulubusin ko na... "tol, IMAX tayo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is number 4 hot?&lt;br /&gt;~  taena, tinatanong pa ba yon?!?! anu nga ulit yung tanong?! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What can u say about number 10?&lt;br /&gt;~ may utang ka saking kwento, abeto... ungas ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Does 20 know 16?&lt;br /&gt;~ no they don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What sport does 14 play?&lt;br /&gt;~ find the missing ONION hahaha syet taena ewan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What school is 17 from?&lt;br /&gt;~ mapua intramuros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Will 18 and 12 work out as lovers?&lt;br /&gt;~ "yes pwedeng pwede kaya lang taken na pareho eh" -galing mismo sa sagot ni rex, pero... pare... taken na si eyns haha. IKAW BA?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is 11 friendly?&lt;br /&gt;~ OO NAMAN! dami nga rin boylets nyan ehhh hahaha peace tintin XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would you go out with 13?&lt;br /&gt;~ hotness din to eh! hahaha! bakit hinde?! kanina nga lang sinabihan ako nyang mag tutuban daw kame.. pasensya ka na gurl magpapastraight ako alaws areps na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Are you close to 15?&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah, pero me times hinde. pinipili nito mga taong kkwentuhan nya eh! UNFAIR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever dated 19?&lt;br /&gt;~ bakit hinde? treat mo ko siopao sa me inyo zarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is 16 a good friend of yours?&lt;br /&gt;~oo naman, para bang no words could describe his goodness... [amen!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What would you like to say to 12?&lt;br /&gt;~ salamat, ikaw ang unang-unang friend ko sa ar1-4!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What would you like to say to 17?&lt;br /&gt;~ i miss you pare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ever Gotten into a fight with 18?&lt;br /&gt;~ oo! lalo na pag nangg-goodtym na naman sya! pag feeling ko nauuto na naman ako gyera na to!! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Describe 20.&lt;br /&gt;~ nag-iisang EMO-kid sa mundo!! rock on mong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  What if 11 and 15 dated?&lt;br /&gt;~ FCUK!! hahahahahaha parehong mga amazona yan eh! hahaha, hinde si 15 full grown man na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Would 16 and 19 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;~ I KNEW IT!  ikaw mama zarah ah!!! hahahahahhahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Is 14 a good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;~ P**ANGENA NAMAN!!!! mag-aamoy sibuyas ako!!! leche. hayaan nyo ipapasubok ko kay kring one of this days hahahahahahahahaha gudlak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How about 19 is she a good kisser?&lt;br /&gt;~naks zarah! humihigop na rin yan hahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One Word reminds you of 2&lt;br /&gt;~ ex-politician Teofisto Guingona. hahaha. potek. syet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-151363289956644076?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/151363289956644076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=151363289956644076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/151363289956644076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/151363289956644076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/20-people.html' title='20 people'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3837683612954905811</id><published>2007-08-10T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T23:02:57.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unintentionally tagged by michelle...</title><content type='html'>okeeyyy &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cup.png" /&gt; break muna!&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the 8 facts about [your name here], you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then at the end you tag 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;– Each blogger must post these rules first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;– Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;– Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;– At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;– Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i don't know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to eat rambutan&lt;/span&gt; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. if you look closer into my eyes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have a small scar&lt;/span&gt;, specifically on my right eye [and technically the left eye kung nakaharap na ako sayo] because of an accident i got when i was 8--or 9 y/o i think... kaya hindi pantay ang lashes ko. that is why, i still feel uneasy riding to pedicabs, sidecars, or kahit ako yung magpatakbo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. pag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nagbabalat ang kamay ko i always love peeling it&lt;/span&gt;... lalo na pag marami but then i hate the irony of the rough feeling when i hold into something hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i could bend my thumb and my index finger the other way ng mga about 80%&lt;/span&gt;. dati they both reach my wrist. ngayon almost na lang. [wala nang practice :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keep &lt;/span&gt;my nostalgic paraphernalia, recollection letters, retreat letters, studio barkada pictures [hahaha] wayback highschool and even my recollection letters wayback elementary &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in my small black briefcase-slash-make-up kit.&lt;/span&gt; hahaha yeah make-up kit eh no with all the lock and the mirror inside hehehe. wala naman kasi akong sobrang daming kakikayan so i keep them all in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. having all those letters and pictures in number 5, whenever i wanna go back sentimental mode &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i open the briefcase-slash-make-up kit and read &lt;/span&gt;my letters and see the pictures all over again. hehehe... nostalgia mania talaga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. sometimes i am "piki", other times i am "sakang". hahaha but later i realized i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more of on the "piki" tribe &lt;/span&gt;hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. really, aside from colored socks, i am also into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collecting mugs of different sizes since elem. &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bigger, the taller, the wackier, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) kainis me nabasag na ilan nung time na we moved in this house. so, alam mo na kung anung ibibigay mong gift sakin sa christmas yikeeeee... still accepting post-birthday gifts... haha. beri well appreciated. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sha, design mode na ulit! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/clock.png" /&gt; is gold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3837683612954905811?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3837683612954905811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3837683612954905811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3837683612954905811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3837683612954905811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/unintentionally-tagged-by-michelle.html' title='unintentionally tagged by michelle...'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-52372693302634688</id><published>2007-08-06T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T22:58:15.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simpsonized again x moving out x the hunt x departure</title><content type='html'>okay so what did i do in the last couple of days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after his work last saturday, me and pandie went to the gateway cinemas to watch the simpsons! we even had a hard time deciding if we're going to watch it or ratatouille instead... but both films were only an hour and a half, plus i wanna laugh the best parts of the movie with him, so finally we settled on homer's crowd and done! we even saw a 3d model of the simpsons family outside the movie house you can even sit with them and take a shot with them! cool than the posters geran, me and jc were dying to pose with for, [ and the donut is way cuter in 3d guys ] the first time i watched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to sm to buy a pair of shoes... after that we went to tokyo-tokyo for dinner and even saw myla pascua with somebody [ maybe his boyfriend] after us... anyway... then we went straight home and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a bit tiring. they woke me up to accompany my uncle to go fetch the materials they bought for windows in our future house in antipolo [ yep!! way farther than the halilis hahahaha!] grabe mamumundok na rin ako! they were planning to moved out by the end of this year... so... babay cubao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever since i was born, my heart feels im closer with everything when i am in cubao. really. i feel i have all the accesses to all parts of the metro. i never imagine myself going away to the place i was born, i schooled, i hang out and most of everything that i do for the past 20 years.  surely i will miss everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there are also plans that my tita will going to stay here [ cos her business is in the food court of the market] and my brother works at east ave, so we might as well stay pa rin, and come up into deciding of going home to antipolo on weekends. bisitahin nyo ko ha! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, after those tiring antipolo trip, i took a nap for about an hour and then kuya aris came. again, with my sole problem, which causes me a lot of depression the past week, which is our desktop [ currently i am in the laptop ]... then denis arrived too, and all of us went to the gateway mall in search of kuya aris' walk in slippers for work. after that he treated us in starbucks and then went to F&amp;H but then it closes, kaasar! as in we're panicking for shopping til the last minute. luckily they have hought the things they really need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a while ago, my father was again leaving the country to work... and i was, you know, sad again coz i might deny it but ill miss him scolding me [chuckles] and ill miss him keeping me reminding of things... to think and to analyze. really, it has been hard if he's away from us in special occassions like christmas and mom's birthday but i really lhave nothing to do to stop it because its the only way i could still enjoy the greatness of education and comfort of a family. so might as well strive in for more in school diba... kaya, guys do me a favor to help me pray for his safe journey to London... haha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; papa ill miss you!! *hugs* *kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-52372693302634688?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/52372693302634688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=52372693302634688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/52372693302634688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/52372693302634688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/simpsonized-again-x-moving-out-x-hunt-x.html' title='simpsonized again x moving out x the hunt x departure'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2035691957458297766</id><published>2007-08-03T17:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:28:54.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>home buddy x wadaheck!!!!</title><content type='html'>i woke up from dreamland about 6:30am a while ago, thinking i could sign up for today's registration thingy in the city hall. goodness! kaya pala pati high school kasama kasi it was noted that ages 15-17y/o are the only ones allowed to register. kakainis! i was with albert kanina [he has a lil issue regarding on his voting stuff last time so he had to work on it], after his graveyard shift. he forgot to have his B.C. [it is the requirement] so we went first to his house, gave morning greetings to tita [his mom] and head off to the city hall, only to find out----syetmanaks!!! walang kwenta!!! i was still sleepy back then, ano pa sya diba? o instead of goofing around, we separate ways for him to return to his home and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, after i took a nap [for about 5 hours whoa!] i am alone in the house coz mom and dad went to divi to buy dvds and other stuff i didn't bother to ask. dad will be leaving the country by the weekend or monday next week. i am sad because you may not know i am missing my dad when he's away... sometimes when he's scolding me i know he's making 'lambing' to me at the same time. he is a happy person full of principles... but then that principles sometimes i  haven't got. haha ewan... sometimes i think ever since i started entering arki, my brain is going defective. hehehe.. no one will ever know til you see this page. so that is why i am carefully using my brain now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalala, i am alone in the house: depressed of my sick desktop... darn, i am even lazy to start my current design plate. but hey hey. i had a short dream of it when i  took a nap! and slowly.... slowly...!! i am gaining my voluntary desire to start the thing!! yeah baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough on the drama lane... WORK!!! wORK oRKW rKWO kWOR WORK!!! all these papetiks-petiks will give you payback time!!! i am telling you---- no!!! i am telling myself!!!! putangena, impress the world!!!! syet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i wanna learn: how to read newspapers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2035691957458297766?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2035691957458297766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2035691957458297766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2035691957458297766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2035691957458297766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/home-buddy-x-wadaheck.html' title='home buddy x wadaheck!!!!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5607955040572049925</id><published>2007-08-02T23:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:25:24.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>"better be weak for a moment, to help you be strong..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you who remembers&lt;br /&gt;to you who knows the line,&lt;br /&gt;thanks for making me have you all this days of self-searching.&lt;br /&gt;to you who never gave up on me, sana ikaw din, matanggal mo na ang parehong meron tayo... kaso ikaw naka-embed na eh. nakatanim na sa mukha mo... kahit pa isang curve line yan.&lt;br /&gt;ako gawa lang sa pulbos. hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro kailangan ko lang tanggapin na hindi lahat ng tao honest sayo when it comes to what they feel about the motives you do everyday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you my friend! let's dream together... parang high school musical a! hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5607955040572049925?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5607955040572049925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5607955040572049925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5607955040572049925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5607955040572049925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-61323421451544742</id><published>2007-08-01T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:23:40.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t h i n k</title><content type='html'>this past few weeks i have been submerged into the thinking of myself not thinking the actions that i do. like what&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; he&lt;/span&gt;'s telling me, "think carefully first before doing something", it was the least thing on my mind to follow. its as if maybe i was chasing for my common sense to nowhere, or maybe im just this plain stupid or worst, my brain could actually now be the size of a nut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now that i was merely getting into the nerves of being noted like i don't have a brain or someone so stupid and nut-headed, i have come up to gather the things i have learned today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-if it was not intended for you to be told, shut up.&lt;br /&gt;-do not interfere with someone else's butt&lt;br /&gt;-be the hell focused on your own stuff&lt;br /&gt;-speak when someone wants to know what's on your mind, sleep if you feel like they won't bother&lt;br /&gt;-don't act as if you know-it-all type&lt;br /&gt;-better to eavesdrop than to say your ideas which in the end can be the end of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny, but it seems like i have gotten to restrain my stubborn self to mess up things i am not being told to mess up for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know now who exactly at this point in time can define really what i am feeling now, rather, who exactly knows what i am feeling or thinking or even the way i see things around me now. i had a hint 46 days ago that this can happen to me... that someone will claim that i've changed but to me its a different type of perspective. i may be as heartless as a stone these past few days but nobody asked me if i really like overdoing things. then ill just ignore it and just do my part and all. and then again, nobody will ask me why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama pala talaga yung kasabihan... wag ka nalang mangaral kung ikaw mismo hindi mo isinasabuhay... yahooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, tama nga nga to, dudugo na ilong ko... breadtalk nalang baka sakaling bumenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-61323421451544742?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/61323421451544742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=61323421451544742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/61323421451544742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/61323421451544742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/t-h-i-n-k.html' title='t h i n k'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4031853997356773791</id><published>2007-07-29T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:22:47.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spider pig, spider pig... does whatever the spider pig does!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLznFztJFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/01BX0TdGTrk/s1600-h/thesimpsonsmovie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLznFztJFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/01BX0TdGTrk/s320/thesimpsonsmovie.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094401981408945234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;ENJOY ANG PALABAS NA TO! at the centerstage in the mall of asia last night, i wanted to thank jc, beng at geran sa company, sa laughter at sa lahat! ang tindi, last full show! pero nakakainis pa rin ang mga "may sakit" kagabi, dahil don nahawa ako! waaaaaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course i wanted to apologize to pandie... sorry po ulit kung nag-alala ka... na-overdo ko na naman ang sarili ko...reckless, careless! i am so sorry if i made you mad for going home so late, pero like what i've said, ang plastic ko naman if i don't say i enjoyed the film. but promise when we try to watch again, yung tipong makakauwi ako before cinderella time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ayun nga, the film is nice and funny! tama si kiko sa kinuwento nya about it. though its only an hour and a half, astig pa rin! pandie, i wanna watch it again with you! wag ka na sana umangal hahahaha... i was so happy tom hanks was also there portraying as himself! aliw! pati green day! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya nga pala donut ang O jan sa movie kase..... hahahaha manood ka nalang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;da da da&lt;br /&gt;da da da da&lt;br /&gt;da da da&lt;br /&gt;dadadada!! yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;-greenday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&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/12822455-4031853997356773791?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4031853997356773791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4031853997356773791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4031853997356773791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4031853997356773791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/spider-pig-spider-pig-does-whatever.html' title='spider pig, spider pig... does whatever the spider pig does!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLznFztJFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/01BX0TdGTrk/s72-c/thesimpsonsmovie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5583068762893739555</id><published>2007-07-28T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:27:39.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QQG LRT2 chapter</title><content type='html'>haha kilala mo ba kami? kami ang tatlong nilalang na mga train dependents na sabay2 umuuwi twing gabi. naglalakad sa p.noval mapagitna o gilid ng daan, me pedicab man walang pakelam! pagdating sa istasyon, quek quek ang hantungan! kaya naman... si Eyns, John at ang inyong lingkod... kami ang tinaguriang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the QQG!!&lt;br /&gt;as in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quek Quek Gang!&lt;/span&gt; hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kanina!! may narecruit kaming mga alagad! ang batang taytay na si Feriboat, at ang umaatikabong batang taga-rolling hills na si A.T.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung magttren ka, join na! at pagdating natin sa Legarda station, drop by muna at magmeryenda! hahahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail QQG!!! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5583068762893739555?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5583068762893739555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5583068762893739555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5583068762893739555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5583068762893739555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/08/qqg-lrt2-chapter.html' title='QQG LRT2 chapter'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-295232897690109602</id><published>2007-07-24T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:34:11.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWENTEEN NA AKO!!!!</title><content type='html'>hahaha, maraming salamat sa mga bumati!!! i love you all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the wacky happenings and even wackier happenings, do check my multiply account! &lt;a href="http://grapesky.multiply.com/"&gt; clicky clicky!!! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bubuhayin ko ang blogger ko!!!!!! waaaahahahahahahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-295232897690109602?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/295232897690109602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=295232897690109602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/295232897690109602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/295232897690109602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/twenteen-na-ako.html' title='TWENTEEN NA AKO!!!!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2943865744085592402</id><published>2007-07-23T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:18:19.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the usuals: post-design x pre-blowout x order of the phoenix</title><content type='html'>and so the sleeping beauty is back on her senses, readying herslf for another arkitorture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it was stated by some of my arki friends, our design first major plate, which is a competition plate, was indeed, definitely, at last--over. i left all my grudges and sentiments up until the very last night of hardwork due to some issues i created, for me not being the professional one, and for being so OA and emotional [haha, wala na kong grudge pramis]. and yeah, as i was saying, i have forgotten it because nothing was to forgive about, and i just have this mindset of to just finish it and get the hell out of the circulation. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was like zombie for the last couple of days--whether you like it or not, i like calling myself one. the last thing i knew was that i have this kind of adrenaline rush heading to jomar's to buy a clip to bind all our boards and done, it was a relief seeing the plate being away from my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would solemnly like to thank, of course my partner, darryl, who have been pressured my life all the weeks we've been counting the labor and stuff. thanks for believing in me in the very last minute of stress... for making me feel i still have a purpose and thanks pare, for teaching me nwe techniques, and new styles. waw mehn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you would thank me for making you prove that this project is really for two brains, not for one only. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of the grudges haha, let's move on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no time for killing time, especially for drowning myself down and the like, so instead when i got home i aboslutely never gone to reach my bed. ang tindi. i switched places that are comfy, until the sofa saves my desire to sleep. weee. madness as it you may call, but i was there for around 8am until my body decided to  hibernate to my own bed.up to 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLyjVztJEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G_HFcMwyWLg/s1600-h/harrypotter5pic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLyjVztJEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G_HFcMwyWLg/s320/harrypotter5pic7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094400817472808002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then albert came by 2pm, brought something to eat for lunch! then had a short quality time, an hour to go to mass and then went to gateway to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. the movie was great, though i felt there are a lot of missed storyplots as it was in the book. its as if the adventure you had inside hogwarts was shortened. and i must say, the kissing scene of harry and cho chang was longer than anything of the fight scenes haha. just joking. i heart Evanna Lynch though, who portray as Luna Lovegood. she was cute! i also like her calm, small and slow voice hehe. hehe, albert is the first blessed dude to be given a treat. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[photo above] Evanna Lynch as Luna Lovegood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ayun! ang saya na talaga! our D7 prof texted me to tell na wala muna kaming class for today! weee pre-birthday gift! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GILMORE MADNESS NA ITO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2943865744085592402?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2943865744085592402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2943865744085592402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2943865744085592402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2943865744085592402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/usuals-post-design-x-pre-blowout-x.html' title='the usuals: post-design x pre-blowout x order of the phoenix'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLyjVztJEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/G_HFcMwyWLg/s72-c/harrypotter5pic7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2984081480911035362</id><published>2007-07-20T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T17:14:17.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLxVFztJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ImNuQOdCMoA/s1600-h/DSC01151_resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLxVFztJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ImNuQOdCMoA/s320/DSC01151_resize.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094399473148044322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really missed those days what me and this cousin of mine are, before certain special things dramatically drift us apart. naks. we had this super closeness before [kahit naman ngayon, hindi lang showy]... and as you can see, emo na emo pa ang aming look o? ahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'll ask me what makes us butt out each other's lives... there was a time in the past that he really HAS to settle to his own private, discreet side of life, with me locking in the hideout of emotions which both of us created. he had his love, at that time i don't have it yet, and his world totally changed, with me again, being left behind. i am not saying that he is this kind of person that leaves comrades like the flush-toilet-after-disposal way. its just that things get tougher and reasoning gets thinner. i could remember that i didn't gave up on him. until i get my own life like his. and since then we really experienced major lose of communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough said! let's leave the bitter past! haha lets get moving on with the real topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, you ask me why i suddenly brought this up? la lang, i just got the guts of buzzing him kanina at the y!m, and ayun, i told him my sentiments of mine at the moment and as always, he let me do my thing. he also shared some of his insights, and i could say he got mature now. i am so happy! like i wanted to tease him "ikaw ba talaga tong nakikipagchat sakin?" he really is superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't help to sob. even though there are instances that i ignored him coz i despised him for what he did with his relationship to our relatives, there still has this feeling of automatic approach. i love him cos in our clan, he is the closest person in my generation whom ive got, whom i can confide my problems, who can laugh and join my side trips.. i remember the days he would listen to my nonsense problems, and heaven of heavens! he would just give me a weird explanation that could make me drive insane. and then we'll laugh at the output. so little thoughts, so big self-uplifting actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLxylztJDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ujb-UdDnlJU/s1600-h/wee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLxylztJDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Ujb-UdDnlJU/s320/wee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094399979954185266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i wish we could hang out again, us now being wackier, happier and closer... man. i really felt i am in deep shit nostalgia talaga hahaha.. thanks for your time kanina, bro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed you, denis!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2984081480911035362?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2984081480911035362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2984081480911035362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2984081480911035362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2984081480911035362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/nostalgic.html' title='nostalgic'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SXqKuyD7z_c/RrLxVFztJCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ImNuQOdCMoA/s72-c/DSC01151_resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4265420754999412930</id><published>2007-07-11T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T02:45:51.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'>terrible</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ngayon ko lang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ULIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; naramdamang maiyak sa galit. sa galit na may kahalong galit pa rin at matinding pagkadiskumpyado sa sarili. pakiramdam ko sobrang nagmamalfunction ang katawan ko sa kakahikbi, at dislocated lahat ng nerves ko sa dapat kalagyan para umarte ng sobrang napaka-"not the typical Abigail".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;siguro naman pwede rin naman maramdaman yun ng isang hamak na katulad ko diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sobrang sakit maramdaman na wala kang KWENTA. na aminado kang MABAGAL ka gumawa pero hindi naman ibig sabihin nun na napakaUSELESS mo na. grabe... yun na yun ang naramdaman ko kanina. naturingang presidente ng block at 4th year rep na ng college eh sa mga ganung bagay, sablay pa rin. nakakagago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tatandaan ko na to mula ngayon: hindi ko na kailangang kumapit sa napakataas na bagay para masabing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KAYA KO PUMASA&lt;/span&gt;. grabe... sobrang terrible talaga. nun ko lang na-feel maawa sa sarili ko na para bang "leech" ako sa lahat ng nangyayari sakin ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;siguro nga pinepersonal ko ang lahat. at sa sobrang pinepersonal ko apektado na lahat ng dapat maapakan sakin. PRIDE, FRIENDSHIP, HAPPINESS, kahit yung salitang CAPABILITY OF WORK mukhang useless na. sobrang WASTED. sooooobrang wasted ko kanina na kahit bumubuhos ang pagbagsak ng ulan. eh nakikisabay akong nagmamakaawa na sana makauwi na ako ng mabilis para makalayo sa dapat layuan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mas matindi pa ata ako sa lumuluhang langit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;buti nalang [shempre may 'save d day'], nandun sya para pakinggan ang mga mahina-na-lumalakas na pag-ngawa at matinding pag-agos ng mga luha ko. nandun sya para payungan ako kahit para na yong walang silbi. nandun sya para aluin ako sa sobrang sakit na hindi ko kayang iexplain, nandun sya at nanahimik bilang pagrespeto sa damdamin ko, at nandun sya para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;IBALIK AKO SA DATING AKO SA MAS MABILIS NA POSIBLENG PWEDE NYANG MAGAWA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nagpapasalamat ako sa isang taong ito, at kung hindi dahil sayo, hindi ko na alam ang nangyari sakin sa gitna ng maulang gabi. mga pare, kailangan nyo ring umiyak, at kailangan nyo ring ipakita yan sa tao, para matamaan sila at nang sa gayon marealize naman nilang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NASASAKTAN KA NA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sa lahat ng mga aaming TAMAD ako, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WALANG KWENTA at FEELING UMAASA NA [BA] AKO SA INYO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; wag nang mahiyang sabihin sakin. utang na loob magkaalaman na. pero sinisiguro ko sa inyong hindi na ko iiyak, dahil sa lahat ng iniyak ko kanina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;wala nang natira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4265420754999412930?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4265420754999412930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4265420754999412930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4265420754999412930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4265420754999412930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/07/terrible.html' title='terrible'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-439660821554391846</id><published>2007-06-22T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T00:53:22.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best and the worst</title><content type='html'>a lot of things happened... sobra! wala ako masabe... pero eto nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i was able to go to quiapo to go to mass. i had the blessing with holy water with pandie...&lt;br /&gt;2) even before that i went somewhere fun :)&lt;br /&gt;3) i took a bath twice.&lt;br /&gt;4) we ate @ congo grille and&lt;br /&gt;5) we did had fun on bowling instead of watching fantastic 4 (!)&lt;br /&gt;6) i finally get the chance to hop in geran's car with him driving.&lt;br /&gt;7) i had fun with my college dabarkads.. of course.&lt;br /&gt;8) i technically cut the class for PLN 1. hahaha (useless prex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(drumroll please)&lt;br /&gt;the worsts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) i got late with everything&lt;br /&gt;2) money shortage&lt;br /&gt;3) i still haven't watched fantastic 4 up to now... :(&lt;br /&gt;4) i got two flanks (curses as what we call) in bowling.&lt;br /&gt;5) darn traffic&lt;br /&gt;6) i haven't attended the PLN 1 class... (so shameful)&lt;br /&gt;7) my boyfriend got mad&lt;br /&gt;8) i got sad&lt;br /&gt;9) all the happiness stuff wiped off&lt;br /&gt;10) i sobbed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-439660821554391846?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/439660821554391846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=439660821554391846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/439660821554391846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/439660821554391846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/best-and-worst.html' title='the best and the worst'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3538891857881816219</id><published>2007-06-19T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:41:35.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season 2 shit shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;note: i am warning a pbb fan or not now... whoever finds and kills time reading this, let me tell you that is is my personal opinion regarding not the whole show itself but those who are in it. mind your own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suddenly got irritated to that show. well maybe because that's the only thing i got to watch after the evening classes in school. what on earth big brother was trying to do? if the answer is going to be because its time for the viewers to see the real colors of the ones left, then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kuya&lt;/span&gt; succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look who's plastic... that wendy really got my nerves. i totally despise her and bruce because what i am seeing as i watch the entire show was only them, getting much more attention of  their&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; kaka pa-tweetums&lt;/span&gt; and excess PDA. i could almost think and imagine she would tell me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kung ayaw mo kami panooring naglalandian, then don't and just shut off your f*cking tv!" &lt;/span&gt;with her huge face raging in front of me with matching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saksak pa ng&lt;/span&gt; index finger sa tv screen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kawawa talaga yung mga&lt;/span&gt; may home entertainment &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sa bahay&lt;/span&gt;. it's really an eyesore. and yung mga kaka-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "super"&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "sobra"&lt;/span&gt; nya that she's adding before her chosen words is really irritating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still keep on suspecting nelly boy is a gay. and for gee-ann, i guess she cried a lot that it turns out to be really, overreacting. but then, all of them must know always that this isn't as different as the other popularity and money game shows ever invented. it IS still part of the competition... and to betray, to lie and even to back stab your housemate is just one of the strategies, well, of course... to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i'm still going to watch it. after all, i want to see each of them fighting so hard that in the end, no one will deserve to be the big winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;**again, this is my opinion. and if you're a fan of wendy or bruce or whoever the characters are and you got affected by these and all, it's your problem.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:verdana;" &gt;editted 12:37 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert made me an Excel file-slash-remarks-slash-diary to tell whether i am doing good in my classes everyday because if not, secret ko na yun. hahahaha. ang cute cute ng colors! hihihi! thanks deary. mwah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/12822455-3538891857881816219?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3538891857881816219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3538891857881816219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3538891857881816219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3538891857881816219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/season-2-shit-shit.html' title='season 2 shit shit'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5051629647474760670</id><published>2007-06-18T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T02:35:53.314+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brain-freeze</title><content type='html'>ewan ko ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a really nice papa's day experience. i texted my dad last night (but technically last saturday) my greetings for his special occasion. he never replied to me though but i hope he got my message!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you and i love you so much! happy father's day papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on to the other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was (and i admit) quite disappointed that albert already watched Fantastic 4 with his colleagues-slash-friends that's why i guess i brought it up even in the church. my temper these past few days got thinner and thinner due to my (is it, really? do u believe on such?) PMS and some big shocking happenings-slash-the new twists of my life. so then, even before the mass is about to start, i still felt that desire of me wanting US to have an argument (ang arte ko talaga.) but it's not right to fight over just petty things, and besides the mass started already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it wasn't i am so eager to tame myself, he wouldn't change his mood... i could tell because i just simply know. the mass ended, and so do we, having a good time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we landed first on our home and kill an hour before going to the mall. i bought a book (yaaaaa nerd! haha) on our Logic subject and some other stuff (like yellow pad, etc)... i forgot the book i wanted to buy for AS1 though... i'll just ask marynor about it. next sunday i am trying to buy naman the book we are needing for our Law subject... i just wished albert's still available to accompany me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we tried consulting to the optical shop for my new pair of glasses. the last one was broken because of my brother. (damn... anyway he had to compensate for it). then after that i treated me and him jolly frost blends... hahaha. sarap! and it doesn't end there. we also went after that on 7-11 and he treated us a slurpee! ang saya-saya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have to tell you, man... i had two straight brain freeze encounters a while ago, consecutively. hahahaha. i love yoooooou! ^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5051629647474760670?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5051629647474760670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5051629647474760670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5051629647474760670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5051629647474760670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/brain-freeze.html' title='brain-freeze'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-989410218534491255</id><published>2007-06-16T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:42:20.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>politics slash the PREX.</title><content type='html'>i forgive you, ex-prex...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, i want to decline. haha, bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though all of it happened quickly, still i wanted to remain to my old self, of not being reminded to me my future responsibilities. but then its an honor to be supported by the young family i have been with for the past three years; the family, through thick and thin in the field of the profession we never know and sure what is in store for us, for thinking that i can. that i have the so-called&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;power&lt;/span&gt; a leader has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to learn more. let's help each other. help me guys get through. you wanted me, so keep me a helping hand as well. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll do my best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"walang arkitektong hindi nagkakasakit, gaya ng walang doktor na maganda magsulat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-989410218534491255?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/989410218534491255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=989410218534491255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/989410218534491255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/989410218534491255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/politics.html' title='politics slash the PREX.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5793712301758561801</id><published>2007-06-14T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T11:08:33.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior-senior..an</title><content type='html'>guess it was all been 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior college student.&lt;br /&gt;not never, but not entirely as well i could imagine i've been four years in the institution. its like, do i deserve to be called as such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what should we call the student's who has a Fifth year course? hahahahaha... a super senior may be. oh well, just tell me. i am once again, getting super dumb about these and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to do a meaningful entry last night but my ever RELIABLE big brother helped me to ruin my self for the completeness of my day yesterday. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welcome back: sleepless nights, missed daytime/nighttime meals, restless hours, and more to unexpectedly happenings. just watch out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, why do i have to feel this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5793712301758561801?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5793712301758561801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5793712301758561801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5793712301758561801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5793712301758561801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/senior-senioran.html' title='Senior-senior..an'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5113201074023832161</id><published>2007-06-10T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T15:50:04.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saling ketket. hahaha</title><content type='html'>mukhang enjoy to.. i've read this on rex's blog and on eden's... wahaha. sali ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird habits/things/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 5 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 Weird things/habits/ little known facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abigail de Guzman Mañgune&lt;/span&gt;. maarte ang pangalan ko. nag-iisa lang pero andaming pwedeng mangyari. kung hindi Ab&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;gail, Abiga&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;l. normal yun e. pati nga middle name ko eh, ayon sa birth c., &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; yun. ginagawa nilang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DG&lt;/span&gt;. sumusunod lang ako sa batas, para nyo nang awa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ang hindi normal ay ang pagsulat nila sa apelido ko, kahit ang pagtawag. nagiging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mang-gune&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mangoni &lt;/span&gt;o di naman kaya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MangYOUne&lt;/span&gt;. sanayan lang, since birth. kahit dati na may morning show pa ang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Alas singko y medya"&lt;/span&gt;, hindi maayos ang pagkakabanggit ni &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julius Babao &lt;/span&gt;sa family name ko. birthday ko nun nang sinabi nyang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Happy birthday kay Abigail Mang... Mang... Mang-gune. happy birthday sayo."&lt;/span&gt; kamote, sinu bang tumawag dun? magandang birthday experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love rain&lt;/span&gt;. yep. gustong-gusto ko ang rainy season--hindi lang siguro for the reason na i was born at the very start of tropical depressions pero ever since na may dalawang happenings sa buhay ko na nangyari during and after umulan, gusto ko na palaging umuulan. kahit foggy, gusto ko rin. kahit mabasa na ako and all... still. wag lang sa dagat espanya, hasel umuwi, hindi na convenient yun sa kasiyahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) at dahil sa statement ko sa #2, talking about my birthdate: (wag mo na hulaan) karaniwan at kadalasang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang birthday ko ay umuulan, binabaha at laging merong State Of the Nation Address&lt;/span&gt; ang kung sinu mang president ng bansa, sabay yan. Truly. (so alam mo na birthdate ko? hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am arachnophobic&lt;/span&gt; person... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;add mo pa&lt;/span&gt; yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pagiging kabourophobic.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(arachnophobic = spiders; kabourophobic = crabs, talangka and the like) &lt;/span&gt;all those two ay kagagawan ng nag-iisa kong kapatid sa mundo... tinarantado nya ko nung mga bata kami. ginapang ako ng tarantula (wow ginapang! ayus sa word usage! hahaha) tas naipit ako ng alimango. ang saya diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ang mga dabarkads ko ngayong college, walang habas na inilalapit ako sa mga ganun, lalo na sa mga lugar na alam nilang pedeng pamahayan ng ganun. ang bait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) usapang payong: unlike kay rex, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walain ang payong ko.&lt;/span&gt; one time i tried na mag fx papuntang ust. sa likod ako sumakay at nung malapit na ko sa gate 3, inilagpas ako ng mamang driver sa may bandang active dorm na! inis akong bumaba nun, kasabay ng paglimot ko sa payong ko--to think na yun lang ang pinakatumagal na sakin. say, almost a year? na-try ko na lahat ng kulay ng payong except yellow. kahit nga ngayon yung recent na trifold ko nawawala na rin. haaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi tuloy ng nanay ko: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ang tindi mo. sa susunod, wag ka na mag-trifold. andaming payong dyan, magpayong baston ka nalang... ewan ko nalang kung mawala mo pa yan, burara ka." &lt;/span&gt;huhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang totoo nyan, nung hs ako me nawala na rin akong payong na twofold. pink pa yun na favorite nya. (hindi nya yun alam hanggang ngayon secret lang natin to)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) inis sakin sila zarah, geran at beng kapag &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magkukwento ako ng isang bagay na inaabot ng siyam-siyam sa tagal. &lt;/span&gt;hindi daw ako straight to the point, maraming sanga at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pa-pause-pause pa na parang naiiwan ang sarili sa ere.&lt;/span&gt; kung anu man ang rason, hindi ko pa rin yun alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi pantay ang eye lashes ko&lt;/span&gt; dahil sa isang aksidente nung aking kabataan. dahil dyan, takot na kong magbike na may side car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kahit anu yatang bag ko may candy wrapper&lt;/span&gt;. kahit sa butt pockets ng pants meron. mas gugustuhin ko pong dun yun nakasiksik kesa nakikitang yung Peter's butterball ko lumilipad sa lansangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) wayback high school kasali ako sa dance club, so malamang-lamang na ang sasayawin ay puro modern (techno, rnb, novelty paminsan). ang factual dito ay... oo na, i listen to the songs of Air Supply, Earth, Wind and Fire at Bee Gees. oo na, anything oldies. OO NA, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OLD SOUL&lt;/span&gt; AKO!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi raw mukha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  nung baby tayo shempre kelangan natin ng gatas... pero ako, by the age of 4 to 18, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lactose intolerant ako&lt;/span&gt;. ang laman na nga ng feding bottle ko nun ovaltine na eh. kahit bumili sila ng isang latang gatas bihirang bihira ako uminom. ngayon? kaiinom ko lang ng sterilized milk. *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hindi ako marunong kumain ng rambutan&lt;/span&gt;. pasensya na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) curse of the clans. nasaktong parehong sides pa. in my mother's side marami nang may &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gray hair&lt;/span&gt;. in my father's side ganun din &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with matching falling hair pero at a very young age...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang result? ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weirdo ako managinip&lt;/span&gt;. hindi naman ako sleepwalker o ano, but when things get depressing before i sleep, asahan mo sa umaga, todong humihikbi ako at basa ang unan ko for the reason that i really don't know. may nakapagsabi sakin na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double dreamer&lt;/span&gt; din ako, na while i'm dreaming, sa dream ko nananaginip din ako. parang inside of the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) matinding fact: nung mga araw na ngarag ang 3rd yr sa final plate para sa D6, overnight kami ni eyns kina tino at tinry namin ni tino &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uminom ng kape sa madaling araw na lagpas isa ang kutsara. apat ata yun. bangag kami kinaumagahan...&lt;/span&gt; test sa Strength of Materials, masakit sa ulo, at nakuha ko pang mag palabok sa jollibee. nung tanghali akala namin kaya pa namin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nakatulog ako ng 200 degrees bent sa drafting room ng library ng may isang oras &lt;/span&gt;hanggang sa nawalan na ko ng kwenta at hindi ko na kinaya, umuwi na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) i have a new hobby: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mangurot ng fats ng isang tao dyan. &lt;/span&gt;ang saya-saya.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/12822455-5113201074023832161?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5113201074023832161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5113201074023832161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5113201074023832161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5113201074023832161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/saling-ketket-hahaha.html' title='saling ketket. hahaha'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2852863698114464189</id><published>2007-06-02T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T01:28:44.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grabe</title><content type='html'>why am i so lazy to blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a lazy-bummy summer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've tried experimenting colors for my nw layout... i dunno for how many months i am trying to endure this new one. i've tried black. why not? the least thing i wanna do is to have black as my layout. anyway let's see on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later this morning we (me and you. yes!) will go at the La Mesa Ecopark. i just hope this will be totally fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda hating myself lately. for those people who get involved in my sanity, i am very sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayan, balik blogging na ulit ako! more to come, more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"do you know why so many marriages do not last? the answer... because at the wedding, the bride doesn't marry the best man." &lt;/span&gt;(a text quote)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2852863698114464189?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2852863698114464189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2852863698114464189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2852863698114464189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2852863698114464189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/06/grabe.html' title='grabe'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2826055451380883234</id><published>2007-05-19T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T23:56:08.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hahahahaha</title><content type='html'>guess i am back to my senses again and suddenly came into my mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man, i still have another blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DARN IT, BLOGGER!!!!!!!!! na-miss kitaaaaaa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, a LOT of THINGS had happened. i couldn't even recall what to tell first! yikes! then again i suddenly thought of changing my layout for a better refreshnin' yebah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks to my ever super shouters out there. it made me woke up to update. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really missed writing my thoughts, so i am starting to collect my self just to get reborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til my next post! love you guys! love you blogger!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2826055451380883234?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2826055451380883234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2826055451380883234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2826055451380883234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2826055451380883234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/05/hahahahaha.html' title='hahahahaha'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4505506315344774438</id><published>2007-04-05T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:08:04.895+08:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a break</title><content type='html'>its maundy thursday and, hahaha, im off to pampanga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the past years, we always go to my father's birthplace to spend the holy week in san simon. but because we all know that the clearance day was just last tuesday, i am not able to come with my mom. so i've decided to have a trip on my own--at this very day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so then i found out that my cousins also wanted to spend the weekend there. yehey, may kasabay na ko pauwi... adventure na naman ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every good friday we go to san pedro kutod to watch cenakulos and people who voluntarily nail themselves to the cross like Jesus. and because i am quite lucky than the previous years i have gone there, i am now equipped with helpful modern gadgets. i am so hopeful we could really watch it again and come back in the metro with... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so! i'm off now! may you guys find the best places to reflect, this lenten season. and also, may you do some little offerings, slash little sacrifices even just for this moment. give yourselves a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advance Happy Easter! come back soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwahs....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4505506315344774438?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4505506315344774438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4505506315344774438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4505506315344774438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4505506315344774438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/give-me-break.html' title='give me a break'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2892486991948956768</id><published>2007-04-04T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T13:09:38.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salamat sa mga naki-dasal--kung meron man :)</title><content type='html'>i never dreamed that i passed the last Engineering Science course for my studies (a.k.a. strength of materials) because of the efforts of waking up early to come to his class... honestly... because i suck! anyways... because of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 414px; height: 273px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/crapcrap/adobed.jpg" alt="nakapasa rin!!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yebah! goodluck nalang sakin sa AS 1 next sem! (Architectural Science 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, sir Ruel... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh before i forget, Happy 20th Birthday to Tryn Mateo, one of my best buds!!! love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacation mode na ko!!! weeeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2892486991948956768?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2892486991948956768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2892486991948956768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2892486991948956768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2892486991948956768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/salamat-sa-mga-naki-dasal-kung-meron.html' title='salamat sa mga naki-dasal--kung meron man :)'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/crapcrap/th_adobed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3253479305472474596</id><published>2007-04-02T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T01:34:09.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^_^ yey</title><content type='html'>after two weeks of sleepless nights, worrying about the past semester's performance and all, and after all the depression i felt eversince the classes had ended, all i could find out, is that, i happily passed my third year in the institution! cheers pare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so happy... so happy that i could post again my entries normally! (recently i got lazy broadcasting myself that's why i got so hyped with multiply hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....weeeeee... really am so very happy indeed!  haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see you guys tomorrow!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3253479305472474596?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3253479305472474596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3253479305472474596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3253479305472474596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3253479305472474596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/04/yey.html' title='^_^ yey'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4777115996832563290</id><published>2007-03-23T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T15:10:33.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo! im baaaaack to my senses! well, just only a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am here at geran's house. we had a sleepover last night, and boy, suddenly i felt i missed my home. geeee... i dunno, maybe because of what happened to one of our friends, Zarah... maybe ill just tell LOTS of things when i get home, finally--after all the stress, pain, sleepless, restless UBER active finals week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4777115996832563290?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4777115996832563290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4777115996832563290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4777115996832563290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4777115996832563290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/03/yo-im-baaaaack-to-my-senses-well-just.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-8754260495108986870</id><published>2007-02-28T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:49:47.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see you soon :)</title><content type='html'>hi there! a couple of hours from now i will leave the metro to explore spanish-inspired houses and the ambiance in the Ilocos region for three days. to tell you the truth i fear that i might not wake up as time as expected for us to be complete. that is why i am suggesting myself to an awake-all-night-long strike... but i can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting dizzy. whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad the ratio of those who will not be coming is quite noticeable. about seven or more in the block isn't coming. hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't bring my notebook because its heavy and i fear the thinking that it might just get lost or something. i just have to leave it. its for the better. i just hope my design groupmates won't scold me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, til then! i must say this has also been my last entry for the month. wish me luck guys! i'll be back blabbin' on sunday, with me bringing you lots of pix pix and pix! yebah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by that time comes, the happiness will be definitely, totally over. &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-8754260495108986870?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8754260495108986870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=8754260495108986870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8754260495108986870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8754260495108986870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/02/see-you-soon.html' title='see you soon :)'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-6914378607331380697</id><published>2007-02-25T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T00:45:29.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Defense of the Ancients.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/DotA_Allstars_6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this day i have learned playing DotA and as i progress i also learned how to get so frustrated by just catching up myself getting so uberly consistently stupid and slow.... hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i am open for improvement... but then one unexciting thing  happened, so its not so for me to tell... sorry. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more so, as i have encountered that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;major dilemma&lt;/span&gt;... in some point i am regretting that i have played this game... however, this gave me one heck of enjoyment, resulting me to conclude that this can be branded as my new means of addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah dude, i am one of the binondo boys na! secret lang. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-6914378607331380697?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6914378607331380697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=6914378607331380697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6914378607331380697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6914378607331380697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/02/defense-of-ancients.html' title='Defense of the Ancients.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-582885742638581155</id><published>2007-02-24T00:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T00:49:36.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'>may be the start of everything...</title><content type='html'>if you are a thomasian, you would definitely knew what sort of a 'mess' brought by the arki students throughout the whole pontifical catholic chuchu ever campus this week. hahaha. and yes, that was, well, again, my third college week, as if counting all the years that i have been in the institution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was one of the committee heads, appointed by his excellency, who in the said program wasn't unexpectedly present (he was sick and needs to rest for a couple of days) and must say did my part, do the best for it, although i don't think i give it my all. i could have done better for the whole block. but due to our stressful days before the ingress, we can't help but to blame each other, resulting to count our own capabilities and contributions which i hate, eventually. i may not speak during those days of hard work, and it must be too late for me to tatter. so then, its all finally over, for now. we have still one arkiweek float design to do and that is next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, i was happy, because all the stress were paid off. i find myself enjoying the week, and that is also because of the student council who did all of the programs. thumbs up for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago, albert, geran, marynor and i went hilarious playing at timezone at the mall of asia. hahaha. i was so fond of marynor who eventually got addicted to slot machines and stuff toy catchers. i thanked geran for letting my play again the DDR with the sensor thing. haha. and the drum mania as well. albert laughed at the motion. jenk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad beng wasn't there. grrr. goodluck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys im so excited for vigan!!! sasama ako!!! ahahahahaha!! weeeeeeeeee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-582885742638581155?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/582885742638581155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=582885742638581155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/582885742638581155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/582885742638581155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/02/may-be-start-of-everything.html' title='may be the start of everything...'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7289003979908722977</id><published>2007-02-13T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:25:55.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so happy!</title><content type='html'>i never thought that at this very day i will be receiving not only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; gift but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gifts&lt;/span&gt;... after designing some things for the float to be finished (quite), i went to sm manila to buy cd and there met albert who have just got finished taking his work examination. i was kinda irritated of him, texting while i was on the way, knowing that it is quite obvious that it is super traffic going south. i told him he was soo "makulet" and i'll charged him a payback. and when i arrived i was stunned of something he was holding behind his back. an advance V-gift that's should be given pa by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my irritations wiped out. i really chuckled even just the sound of the wrapper! haha silly! its not that i never received any, but at that time when i wanna scold him was all gone. when i held it, smelled it, yebah boy, i was in deep flower craze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never demand for a bouquet nor a threesome go-go... its the thought that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it never stops there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he visited my house, and greeted my mom an advance happy birthday (tomorrow!). i accompanied him at the train station like we usual thing we do but before he left, he gave me another surprise, and mind you, i was, really... super am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;superb! my favorite! i really cried at the moment he was releasing it in his bag. i never imagine he still has something in store for me. i was really shocked and even up to now, i am smiling, i can't explain so accurately as i could think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though he's giving me such things in advance, (he needs to study for the tech interview for thursday) i couldn't hide the fact that i am kinda sad for tomorrow. but then i am so happy as much as maybe what it could actually happen for tomorrow because for some occasions like this he knew how to surprise me at its highest level, coincidentally that this day is, actually, also a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, albert. still, if only i could see you tomorrow, then maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 394px; height: 304px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/crapcrap/DSC06909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still again, thank you... *hugs and kisses*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7289003979908722977?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7289003979908722977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7289003979908722977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7289003979908722977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7289003979908722977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-happy.html' title='so happy!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/crapcrap/th_DSC06909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4234406662780123363</id><published>2007-02-05T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:07:53.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin.</title><content type='html'>yep, its a new sk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n... out of boredom i have decided to  photoshop one of my pictures. my first intention &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt;as to put th&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;t me-making-a-peace-sig&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt; on the lower righ&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; corner of the page but it seems&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;hat i can't d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt; it, or may&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;be&lt;/span&gt; i got fed up seeing it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the meantime that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wi&lt;/span&gt;ll be just like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;albert&lt;/span&gt;'s graduation! and last&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;riday, i got my n&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;tebook compute&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;, as what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; DSL p&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;omo thing was giving. whoa, i'll just t&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;ll those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;tuff on my nex&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt; entry! i promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since i am rushing my preci&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;us sleeping habit, my concluding mark, will going to be&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; f&lt;/span&gt;or you, buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pick-up line i got from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;ar&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;nor last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"...daig ko pa ang na-traffic sa EDSA... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;           ...i can't move on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any bells ringing? good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"do you know why so many marriages do not last? the answer... because at the wedding, the bride doesn't marry the best man."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4234406662780123363?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4234406662780123363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4234406662780123363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4234406662780123363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4234406662780123363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-skin.html' title='new skin.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-6996464532570791920</id><published>2007-01-29T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T09:33:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 402px; height: 300px;" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a398/arkitekto_4/AR%203-4%20RETREAT%20-%20by%20biggs/DSC06713.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of things happened this past few days and i haven't posted a bit of every single of it. last thursday we had our class retreat in Maryhill in Taytay, Rizal. the retreat was supposed to be in batangas but due to some problems faced by the theology department, for me the one that happened in Bukal ng Tipan in Maryhill is a good replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my ever reliable digicam, i took some great shots of the view, Laguna de Bay, Manila skyline and the abundant nature, and of course the people. it was a lovely feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have not yet posted some of the scenes i own but you could take a look at the wacky block i have aboslutely &lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a398/arkitekto_4/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and then click the link "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AR 3-4 Retreat - by biggs&lt;/span&gt;"! ^__^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole program was good, dealing about unity, and friendship. in one activity about friendship, each of us is given 15 seconds to say something positive to our classmates. i must say i am glad with the feedback. well not because the only thing we have to say is the positive one but what they have told me is nothing but factual. I didn't know in some persons i was a great help. some told me i am the approachable one, and some say i'm one of the hyper loudmouths. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last activity made me go tripping with the sentimental night. at that time i tried to hide the feelings rising, the problems at home and the small conflict with my brother. and i thank those people who prayed with me. you know guys who you are and with that i am extending my appreciation. thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized, its quite funny and silly to think that i, despite of being happy and sassy and jolly, still has the side of being the uber serious, sensitive and fragile one. i dont know if that is a happy thing to figure out but with all the people around me and of course, God, who never show me no hope, support and love, i think i could do and feel all the things at will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels good being a kid at some time... you agree?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-6996464532570791920?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6996464532570791920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=6996464532570791920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6996464532570791920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6996464532570791920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/01/lot-of-things-happened-this-past-few.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a398/arkitekto_4/AR%203-4%20RETREAT%20-%20by%20biggs/th_DSC06713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3197952187747756485</id><published>2007-01-23T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T23:44:53.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfghjkl</title><content type='html'>beng was in the phone right now, telling me the good old arki days, and stuff... her dream interpretations and mine as well. hahahaha. miss talking to her like before! i missed her presence in her home. guess til your heart's sore! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i can't post any serious entry for now. the ratio of the prelim results is 1:1... kamusta.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaahhh... im soooo tired now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3197952187747756485?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3197952187747756485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3197952187747756485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3197952187747756485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3197952187747756485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/01/asdfghjkl.html' title='asdfghjkl'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7862539894982941333</id><published>2007-01-19T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T23:45:29.674+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prelims + the doll house + albert's 22!</title><content type='html'>our preliminary exams is finally over! and for the record,  i don't think those results went well because all of us had the major adjustment of the tests being departamentalized. so damn bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, the whole class is busy doing the neo-classic model house designed by Tong's group [jose, miki, anton, ming and michelle], the winner of the class' design competition of the neo-classical american revival style house. It scaled 1:50m, so its not easy to do definitely. we've been starting to work for 3 days now. the scaled model  is the class' preliminary exam in design. also, the plan and all the stuff presented will be the class' piece for the inter-class competition. pray for us that we could win!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i belonged to the furniture group. every furniture that is featured in the plan is also in detail too. and since my digicam has finally returned, i'll be sneaking the busy crowd tomorrow, and hopefully the finished product as well. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, half of the class is in gabo's house right now, spending the night finishing some stuff regarding on the model. beng and us didn't come because it was just this morning that they have decided to settle at gabo's place. if only they have gone to text us the night before, then maybe we could come too. but then i really don't mind because its my pandesal's 22nd birthday though! and hell, it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the comical start: i didn't knew our BT exam lasts for only an hour. so i didn't tell him that i had a surprise gift for him. after several minutes of rush strolling, [hey my gift isn't rush BTW!]  i have come to fantasize a big fish stuffed toy with another small one in its mouth. and it is detachable! im glad he liked it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;albert treated me and his friends at yellow cab in sm manila then after that he treated me alone at the gateway mall and watched Eragon. thank you ulet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 421px; height: 317px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/DSC06019-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so glad just being with you pan! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Birthday! Alavyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7862539894982941333?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7862539894982941333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7862539894982941333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7862539894982941333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7862539894982941333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/01/prelims-doll-house-alberts-22.html' title='prelims + the doll house + albert&apos;s 22!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3272276568505323179</id><published>2007-01-15T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T00:13:30.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decipher.</title><content type='html'>days happy are days all not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was how? backward texts these all putting by me in tension the ease to up come have i, depression my ease to. now days two for lasted has this... entry sad a posted have i since while a quite been has it though--depressing days my find i days few past these.  around way other the is it then but. now like... happen to things good the all wanted always we thought always we sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terribly so you missing of way this feeling hate really i. apologize i that ears your in whisper to wanted i and... kisses of tons you kiss to wanted i... now you see to wanted i, you tell to wanted i. say to words of out ran i because can't i like seems it but. me old the back bring to wanted i talking are we while ago while a. honesty all with, way this feeling hate i. say wanna i what say could i way this in maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you missing damn am i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days happy are days all not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry am i...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy be to always us want i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3272276568505323179?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3272276568505323179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3272276568505323179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3272276568505323179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3272276568505323179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/01/decipher.html' title='decipher.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-2167019281000860438</id><published>2007-01-09T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T00:50:06.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU! ^_______^</title><content type='html'>its been a while... i thought i may never post a single entry eversince we had a better much faster internet connection. i've been indulging myself viewing video clips at YouTube and then that's it! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eversince the vacation started, i haven't posted any serious one. maybe because i got a major lay low writer's block. i haven't told everyone the previous holiday greeting. waaaai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hope you guys have a great holiday mode! Belated Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhow, i would like to thank everyone who made this day super possible. to my groupmates in D6 who allowed my selfishness came in. hehe. thanks for granting my favor... thanks and i am very glad you guys are very open to this. i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a great time. all the things happened a while ago isn't planned. hahaha. really! if you wanna know the story, wait til i get unbusy! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my better half:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a super great time being with you. no words could define how happy i am, no words could tell how much i am thanking you for putting all this things up with me for the past twelve months. man, i hope we could get much stronger and happier in the next months to come! thanks for the company, for the smiles and tears, for the good values and the bad ones... stubborn selfishness and softer side revelations... for loving and dreaming with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/Image692.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's get going stronger! kampai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pan, Happy First Anniversary! I love you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that's very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-2167019281000860438?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/2167019281000860438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=2167019281000860438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2167019281000860438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/2167019281000860438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU! ^_______^'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7235720540870000919</id><published>2006-12-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:36:50.941+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am done + excited!</title><content type='html'>finally, my eyes were saying bye-byes to that super headstomping-mega-finger-breaking design project. though i haven't finished all of it, hay, pinasa ko na. i haven't sleep for 48 hours, and just the moment when i arrived a while ago from school, my lunch was filled with snores, soft pillows, and-ooooh!! i missed my bed. yun nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i have still, a complete attendance of the simbang gabi/s!!! yey yey yey! yosh na malaki! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up about 8pm already, with kenji, waiting on me at the other line. i was so surprised that i actually thought i was still in dreamland, and also, it was my first time hearing kenji over t he phone. why would he possibly call me, alright? and how did he know my landline number? all this questions were like smoke that eventually passed out as we hear each other's gags and stuff. i missed talking to my old pal. tomorrow he'll be coming at the Paskuhan in UST. i am so excited to hear from him more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and tomorrow, --speaking of tomorrow, finally, pldt will be coming over to fix our phone line so that we could have our DSL na! weeeeeeee!! another bye bye for dial up connections!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now! my champorado is waiting for me! see ya tomorrow in the paskuhan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-6335436852422784</id><published>2006-12-16T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T02:23:11.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im dead</title><content type='html'>later by 5pm is our deadline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. deadline na mamaya ng major plate #1 namin in design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am idle like this. so fu*king damn idle lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deadline na mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am 1/4 in the progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dead na ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-6335436852422784?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6335436852422784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=6335436852422784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6335436852422784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6335436852422784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-dead.html' title='im dead'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-8704708992168184608</id><published>2006-12-09T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T23:54:33.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11th dramaness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang nung isang entry lang, pang-ilan...? waw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would like to extend my appreciation to my one and only. naks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things between us is getting us even stronger. thanks for not quitting up for me. for putting so much love and love and love. thanks for the trust you've shown and gave me through the months. thanks pare, for making me happy, and for the sadness. thank you for giving me strength to catch up things, for lifting my spirit, for brightening up my ruined moments. thanks for the patience, for the care, for the treats, for the visits, fetches,... everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for giving me the chance to be with you, for me to love and value who you are, and for me to show you who i am when the stage lights are off... dramaaa! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks, for loving me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-8704708992168184608?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8704708992168184608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=8704708992168184608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8704708992168184608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8704708992168184608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/11th-dramaness.html' title='11th dramaness'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3612744641001682065</id><published>2006-12-09T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T14:20:10.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>loooooooooooove it!!!</title><content type='html'>i missed watching Rurouni Kenshin! so much that i have found in the YouTube one of my fave ending song, sung by my one of my favorite J-rock band, L`Arc~En~Ciel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth Avenue Cafe, everyone!! mite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eks7cscTJxg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3612744641001682065?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3612744641001682065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3612744641001682065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3612744641001682065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3612744641001682065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/loooooooooooove-it.html' title='loooooooooooove it!!!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5713712136209844084</id><published>2006-12-08T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T23:58:28.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[ randomness=3 ]</title><content type='html'>for the record: up until now i still haven't indulged myself fully on doing our first major plate in design. i really felt bad on acting this way because we got a very nice and patient professor... tomorrow will be our free consultation regarding our floor plans and yet i am still confused on to where will i position my rooms and others. well, im still doing it on pencil though... but still, in a minute or so i am changing my mind, making my work a mess... maybe or maybe not, will i consult to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday i have made albert to sing for me not only a few lines but the whole song. i was so happy and surprised at the same time, thinking that he isn't the type of person who shows off a lot of his emotions. hehehe. but yesterday it was different. it was my first to see him contacting me in the eye (though i don't know if its a gag or not, but i don't think it is) telling me those lines with the right tunes. i told him he wasn't that bad at singing but i guess its just up to believe in me... and for himself as well. ^__^ thanks again for the chance and the "chance". haha. lol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago as if he and i went train tripping. yes, we have ridden 3 trains on a day. hahaha! a while ago was also i experience to slip and almost fall on th edge of a disabled ramp near the city hall. it was so embarrassing, so much that i couldn't accept why some people did that way. but i eventually accepted it and just mind the things in store for me in the next hours to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl had her post-celebration, with us whom she invited, along with her bf giov, mapuan friends marian, kalai, emman and us. she treated us at the Yellow Cab in mall of asia and afterwards we saw half of the fireworks. it was so lovely. daryl said there is a fireworks display every friday and saturday of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went to timezone to play, play and play. we accumulated points in playing, that eventually have us the chance to change those points into yellow-smiley keychains all of us have right now. again, to Eng'r Jimenez, thank you so much!  hehehehe. good luck on your first day job! Kampai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also to carlo, wherever you are right now, Happy Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay! that's it for now.. im going back to work. happy hell weekend to everybody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is a happy day! weeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a proposed conversation in nihonggo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: oi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: ...eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: ano... daijoubu ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: ... hai. watashi wa genki desu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: ah... yougata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: doshite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: iie,  betsu ni.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: honto ni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: hai. honto desu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(=3 saw fireworks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: waaaa! mite! mite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(o_O looked in to the direction of the fireworks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: sugoi!! ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: hai! zettai! sugoi sugoi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(after a few minutes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: um? nani?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;o_O: hapi anibasari... daisuki desu. (kissed her forehead)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=3: (smiles and kissed his cheek) hai. aishiteru yo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^__^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5713712136209844084?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5713712136209844084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5713712136209844084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5713712136209844084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5713712136209844084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/randomness3.html' title='[ randomness=3 ]'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-6630236160959140614</id><published>2006-12-04T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T00:44:10.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyca's bday + one word: wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/DSC04916.jpg" height="150" width="200" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all started with a gag. her name was derived and enhanced from a piano brand called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lyric Piano"&lt;/span&gt;. ironically, her nickname was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Pachuchay"&lt;/span&gt;, a certain but phenomenal Juday soap character in that year. but hey, when she came into our lives, our family business did have so much luck. and the rest was history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so fond with the name, cos i was one behind the formulation of it. i even named my ragnarok character in Thor in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy this day went fine, and as you see in the pic, she got tired dancing and hopping and hugging all the persons she wants, especially my significant other. man, if you only see her when she saw me and albert approaching, its as if she had the biggest present of her entire four years of existence. she was claiming that she's IN-LOVE... madly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a brat! anyway, happy 4th birthday again,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Lyrica Fiona&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes peeps, she's only four years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to reach National Bookstore Superbranch in Cubao with albert to find that book our TOA prof was saying, unluckily we were finding ourselves walking and killing time, walking. walking, past 8 in the evening. The store has closed when we have no choice but to leave our luck for tomorrow. on our way back to the train station (he rides MRT as his way to go home after lyca's bday) we haven't noticed we were passing at the bright lights of araneta streets, the Gateway mall landscape beside the parking, like you wanted to tell it yourself, "boy, the night's so perfect!" he told me that he liked the feeling. i don't know what was that feeling he's saying. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas songs were playing in Araneta circle. even before we reached Araneta's giant Christmas tree, we saw a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ngel aquino&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iya villania &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheska garcia&lt;/span&gt; having their taping on a show on studio 23 (i forgot the title!! but its a lifestyle show). they're beside the araneta colliseum, near Go nuts.  i was soo fond on looking at cheska, cos she's so cute! angel's one of a sexy mom! and iya-- i like her dress! it so fits on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back on the strolling... yes, more on the strolling... and finally we passed on the giant christmas tree. it was so bright that i have actually thought that, wtf, it was my first time being underneath it, after it was changed two years ago. but hey really-- it was my first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and underneath that christmas tree is a thing that it is not for you to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;clue:&lt;br /&gt;i heard those three words again, and i felt i wished i was a snowwoman hugging my snowman in delight, for us to melt in each other's arms...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-6630236160959140614?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6630236160959140614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=6630236160959140614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6630236160959140614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6630236160959140614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/lycas-bday-one-word-wow.html' title='lyca&apos;s bday + one word: wow'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5245956413156244619</id><published>2006-12-03T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T02:17:11.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSL part 2, MIT invasion part 2!</title><content type='html'>mama finally approved regarding on the DSL stuff, effective two weeks from now!!! wahahahaha!!! ang tagal! pero this will lessen my agony and misery connections using dial-up! yosh yosh yooosh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of the typhoon, the tomasino tribe hasn't given us the presence to study. in short, afternoon classes were suspended due to unknown reasons. if it is for the typhoon, well, what the heck? manila afternoons is soo damn super hot baby! anyway, thanks to them i got the chance to enter MIT for the second time! in my civilian clothes, i entered Mapua in a bliss... no sweat! thanks to albert for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was there to knock gags on almost everyone i know. hehehe. i finally got the chance to wave at claire. hahaha! it was my first time. hey i did try to behave while i was there ok?! i just got so tensed on seeing new faces walking and passing and rushing! also, when at times albert was leaving me to check their professors, i was alone and trying to find something to ease the apprehension. hahahaha. thanks to daryl--este, Eng'r Jimenez, who was at the other side of the building--somewhere, with her special someone napping unconsiously :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the grading was done, they are all happy, receiving a passing grade.. i just got numb being alone that i actually don't know i was half ignoring albert then. hehehe. im sorry for that. all the way home we passed jojo, telling us that he'll treat everyone left pancit canton hahaha. albert and i didn't come-- instead we made our own plan of me, treating him to sm north for congratulating him. i treated pan and myself a  late lunch at the tokyo teriyaki house! jeezz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the mall, we even catched 6Cyclemind live on stage! i was so happy!! Ney Dimaculangan is cuuuuuuute!!! XD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i haven't brought my digicam. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to pan: as far as i know i haven't done anything to help you, but i want you to know i tried on supporting you until to the last minute, just by being with you through your tensed times. shameful for me to just be like that. but you know, i was so damn happy when you kissed and thanked me for my effort. i just felt i have done the big part all of a sudden. pan, i am so happy... hehehe. one down!! one left! you even told me i was your lucky charm? whoa! hehehe. you even answered the question that completes my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good luck! and alavyah alwaysssss!&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/12822455-5245956413156244619?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5245956413156244619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5245956413156244619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5245956413156244619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5245956413156244619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/dsl-part-2-mit-invasion-part-2.html' title='DSL part 2, MIT invasion part 2!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5275004225742311185</id><published>2006-11-30T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T03:29:33.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink skies + twins' bday</title><content type='html'>could i get a sideline on this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so down a yesterday that i even did get a glimpse of seeing this wonderful scene at the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much to beng for lending me her N6600. crap, i just can't ignore such beauty of Nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;location: 7th flr, rm 708&lt;br /&gt;              rear side of the Beato Angelico Building&lt;br /&gt;              UST, Espana, Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time: 5:?? in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;title: Pink Skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 268px; height: 201px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/Image207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 234px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/Image211.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 313px; height: 234px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/Image206.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite shot, though it is not so pink-ish. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extra bulate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 180px; height: 133px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/Image247.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wag kang bibitiw bigla! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 188px; height: 141px;" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/Image236.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit ito, beauties of Nature! natural smirks, natural chuckles. ang chaka! hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a while ago i was in Pampanga with my mom and my cousin Evelyn. My twin tito and tita turned 64 this day. and their names were after our hero, Andres Bonifacio. getting the picture? great. it was fun... i saw my Ninang but unfortunately hindi ako nakahingi ng aguinaldo. wakokoko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, i am sooo tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5275004225742311185?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5275004225742311185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5275004225742311185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5275004225742311185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5275004225742311185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/12/pink-skies-twins-bday.html' title='pink skies + twins&apos; bday'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7187674930885244229</id><published>2006-11-28T21:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:52:52.557+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSL + job exposure dilemma + tantrums</title><content type='html'>PLDT gave my mother a letter regarding on 0% interest rate of their DSL. i got amazed with the promo that i eventually told mom to avail for it!! besides, you'll save more than using dial-up. our phone bill as of now is higher because of using Vibe internet that collects our internet charges by PLDT. it costs us that high. besides, on availing the promo, we'll get faster connection and a free PC! but hey where will i use the free pc?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope i could get mom's approval on or before this friday. ( a while ago she was verifying the requirements needed that she already have,  example: SSS id, postal id, etc..) hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may CHANCE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a problem regarding on our job exposure project in professional ethics. i tried to ask my cousin if i could work to philippine trade but she said there's a hard time dealing those people. so instead she referred me to her cousin (but not my cousin!) who is working in construction materials. i suddenly thought that if i will be going to a job, ill make sure that it will be somehow related to my course. besides, the essence of doing such job is to feel the experience of having one, like contributing to the gross product of the country. hahaha. anyway its up to the company if they will give me a salary... but the truth is, even though they don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going insaaaaaaane?! where will my place be? where will i work? maybe i am not yet ready to the real world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a while ago albert payed a visit here in my house. after he went to mapua, he fetched me in ust about 1:30. after an hour and a half we arrived, and here he stayed til 7pm. we just spent our time watching movies on hbo and cartoon network. (haha what the!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, my niece, lyrica was seducing him (FYI: lyrica will turn 4 next monday), so hard that i want to tie her hair and lock her up in our room. lyrica wasn't that stubborn and super childish whenever he visits me. its just that my niece overreacts everytime she wants, clinging to my boyfriend like she's just my age and dramatizing what a pity child she is... hahaha, how could i say these things to my niece? hey, if only you are here a while ago and see what my niece was doing after her all day's play, you could conclude that she beats me in terms of... flirting? haha. hahaha. she even left her boy playmates just to cling and nap in albert's lap just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i told him i wasn't jealous, but, i don't know. hahaha... maybe i am... what a shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smile. tomorrow will be worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7187674930885244229?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7187674930885244229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7187674930885244229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7187674930885244229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7187674930885244229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/dsl-job-exposure-dilemma-tantrums_28.html' title='DSL + job exposure dilemma + tantrums'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4095477798827212154</id><published>2006-11-26T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T10:57:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>read til your heart's content.</title><content type='html'>it has been since last night that i have been enthralled listening to his words, to the point of making me, unexplainably sobbed at the moment. the execution of those three words made me feel i am not ignored. i just hope i had helped him ease his burden regarding his schoolwork and stuff. i hope i have said the right words to make him smile, though i am not seeing him. i hope i have made him feel that i am just always ready to tell the best remedies of the heart. i hope i am effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then. a while ago he wanted to visit here in my house, but i insisted not to because mama said she will be going to antipolo regarding on our house that is still in construction. my big brother is in vacation leave and sometimes i just couldn't stand him arguing all day. besides i haven't attended a mass yet. (mama's always hearing the Sunday mass at 5am--i was still asleep back then). so i said he could come another day like this coming tuesday. for my sake, he, was again repeating again the afternoon mass. i always felt anxious whenever he does something to do repeatingly. but all i can hear from him is "OK lang!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quality Time. he mentioned it to me, noting our meeting a while ago as a quality time. i chuckled whenever i hear it. haha, its as if we're like the newbie-steadies: early 4 months of relationship or so, but in the reality in a week from now we're turning 11. so fast that i couldn't think the days are going faster than it seems. the mass hasn't started. all the time he was holding my hand and even during the mass as well. i felt good whenever he exercises his character as he is for me, so good that i have forgotten to fix myself upon uttering the "peace be with you" upon the acting of kissing him in the cheek as well. (maybe you do in your family as well as a sign of courtesy and making a sign of peace? because in our family we always do that in that part of the mass, or like doing "pagmamano"). i can't do "pagmamano" to him, eh!? and the rest went fine as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the mass we stroll the mall, did just window shopping, and bought Quickly shakes at The Block, in SM. we ordered the same kind but we're there, sharing the things we have. he sipped on my shake, making me sipped his. he laughed hard at the moment i try to get the pearl and the uncrushed taro ice stucked in his straw because nothing is coming up on it. in an instant i thought the race is becoming unfair but in the end i find myself laughing as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more on the window shopping, laughing, chilling on the super cold mall after drinking a super cold shake, while listening to the musicians on the open space of the mall. a relaxing old songs being rendered, done by a flute, a beat box and an acoustic guitar. it was a nice feeling. very nice feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny but i got sad upon knowing that it is time to go home. it was all written on my face. he got so worried that he hugged me and just tell me to take care of myself and to text him whenever i got home. and we said goodbyes, and the rest is... done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for just four and a half hours i felt so very loved, so very cared of, so very super thankful. darn... i can't help stare at him walk away at the MRT stairs the moment he's going down, looking at me, waving at me, til he was gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, each day i am starting to love him more and more.... and more...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4095477798827212154?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4095477798827212154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4095477798827212154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4095477798827212154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4095477798827212154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/read-til-your-hearts-content.html' title='read til your heart&apos;s content.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4548778996055601509</id><published>2006-11-24T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T22:27:48.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>can i just post this one? i think just one if it speaks everything for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;^___________^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4548778996055601509?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4548778996055601509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4548778996055601509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4548778996055601509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4548778996055601509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-i-just-post-this-one-i-think-just.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-479803791334249318</id><published>2006-11-22T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:37:16.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>settled. YATTA!!</title><content type='html'>(EDITTED.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i haven't noticed, this is already my 216th post. gee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is really hard for a person to pretend that eventually his/her relationship with someone whom he/she only sees as a friend could turn out into something more... it is hard to fight back the feelings rising, the excitement whenever he/she's around, even the longing of your phone to beep whenever he/she sends a message. i have been into that situation before, a one-sided love hoping to be responded by somebody i like, hoping that someday the world would rotate to my own luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today it was a different kind of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know its hard to ignore the feeling, but somebody did it for me. but then i felt bad for ignoring also the whole me, as if i have a disease. but now i understand why he has to do it. but as you see, there are some things that isn't permitted, even if you push for it. so i say... thanks for seeing me at the other light. i really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks also to miss jimenez for tonight. naks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-479803791334249318?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/479803791334249318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=479803791334249318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/479803791334249318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/479803791334249318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/settled-yatta.html' title='settled. YATTA!!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-6834677190997048686</id><published>2006-11-20T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:24:48.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mall hop</title><content type='html'>because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Travel &amp; Leisure&lt;/span&gt; magazines were like sold out in cubao, i decided to go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greenbelt&lt;/span&gt; to find one. luckily my friend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rayjohn&lt;/span&gt; was in search of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Team Manila shirts&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;powerplant... &lt;/span&gt;and the rest was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; history...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as it was said on my title entry, we first went to rockwell to look for the shirt rayjohn was craving at. he got so overwhelmed that he actually didn't buy it! we hired a taxi to get into greenbelt but unfortunately we haven't found any bookstore nearby to see any magazine. i suddenly thought of Goodwill bookstore at Glorietta. so after Greenbelt we went through the overpass, passed the Landmark exit and enter Glorietta. still no trace of that... uh mag until we saw national bookstore having one. Jeezzus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying and accomplishing my goal, we went on window shopping. still wanted to buy a shirt for his own, rayjohn brought me to different boutiques. i really got almost crazy! now i believe not all women are shopaholics! guys like my friend here really drives me and fills pain in my feet. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have any single plans on buying anything but one thing made me buy one is a leather-type spiral ring that costs me err... (i don't wanna tell because for me its too expensive for a ring!) bucks. hehe. but as we move along i started to appreciate and erase the regret in my mind and finally accept the fact that i actually like it. as rayjohn's motto said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hindi mo naman yan bibilhin kung hindi mo gusto, diba?" &lt;/span&gt;rock on dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there. at last after 2 hours of strolling and searching for his "soulmate", rayjohn finally settled down on a choco brown polo he saw on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Solo&lt;/span&gt;. and because last saturday he treated me at the gateway mall, a while ago i owe him a treat so i treated him at  kenny rogers at G2. we even saw an ex-blockmate of mine with her elders. nah... she's quite an eyesore for me. and so with him. guess who...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after eating by past nine already, i bought an errand from my mom as rayjohn was getting our tickets to MRT and then went home... man, it was really a tiring day but i enjoyed it. it has been ? years since we have gone out finding nothing. hahaha! hey! at least i have found one, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-6834677190997048686?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/6834677190997048686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=6834677190997048686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6834677190997048686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/6834677190997048686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/mall-hop.html' title='mall hop'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5888956480612211463</id><published>2006-11-18T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T01:46:57.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mejo tugma</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(230, 230, 250);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You understand people well and are a natural born therapist.&lt;br /&gt;A peacemaker, people always seem to get along when you are around.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be a father or mother figure to friends, even to those older than you.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy your role, and you find that you are close to many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your devotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Reliance on others for happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Lilac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Au Natural&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/au-natural.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You rank up there with your seduction skills, though you might not know it.&lt;br /&gt;That's because you're a natural at seduction. You don't realize your power!&lt;br /&gt;The root of your natural seduction power: your innocence and optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who happily plays around and creates a unique little world.&lt;br /&gt;Little do you know that your personal paradise is so appealing that it sucks people in.&lt;br /&gt;You find joy in everything - so is it any surprise that people find joy in you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring back the inner child in everyone you meet with your sincere and spontaneous ways.&lt;br /&gt;Your childlike (but not childish) behavior also inspires others to care for you.&lt;br /&gt;As a result, those who you befriend and date tend to be incredibly loyal to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--haha, aliw naman tong isa! hihihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/12822455-5888956480612211463?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5888956480612211463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5888956480612211463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5888956480612211463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5888956480612211463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/mejo-tugma.html' title='mejo tugma'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7002430216009470886</id><published>2006-11-09T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:23:58.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th!</title><content type='html'>someone's bugging me lately. maybe i am beginning to be the cause of another rising of feeling--that needs to destroy as soon as possible. i don't like being one. most especially if one important thing's being ruined after all the mess. i hope it wasn't me. maybe i was just overreacting and paranoid... say, if you are the one avoiding all along without any reason at all what would you actually think? unless you did something very nasty right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should ask some people about this. or maybe not. this is not my problem anymore... i just hate to feel being treated as if i don't care about somebody's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway my day went fine today. thanks to the one who is concerned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;to you: thanks for keeping up with my scattered self whenever i freak out with my stuff, for making me mad and then making up the easiest and the most serious way we could. thanks for enduring my tantrums of missing you, and for letting me hear your voice in those late night talks. thanks for the love, the friendship, the treats, for caring, sweetness--pare, sampung buwan na tayo, waw a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;hugs and kisses and... hahaha, shut up!&lt;br /&gt;abbey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7002430216009470886?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7002430216009470886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7002430216009470886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7002430216009470886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7002430216009470886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/10th.html' title='10th!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-578004712993451450</id><published>2006-11-05T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T22:48:33.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'>official sem-ender post ^_^</title><content type='html'>if you really want to see this entry, be patient. haha. i've uploaded lots of pics kasi. thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been very busy (haha busy daw!) on leveling up my character in ragnarok. hehehe. i've got no more time on blogging and on y!m since i am savoring the last moments of my semestral break playing so much... i was supposed to post a month-ender entry last Oct 31st but then i felt the instant rush of playing! forgive me though, i missed that eversince things in school are getting tougher and tougher, well of course, being a junior college student. voila! so this is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like what i said a while ago this is supposed to be a month-ender entry but i realized i am generalizing the title to somewhat "sem-ender" thing. whew! i wanted to share all the activities i had--as in not all but mostly the things i did for the past 5 months of torture, excitement, happiness and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(June 2006 - October 2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;mesh with the fresh - UST College of Architecture aquaintance party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 88px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="308" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/26.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 122px" height="176" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/25.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 139px; HEIGHT: 118px" height="164" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/24.jpg" width="201" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- happy experience! held at Metro Comedy bar in west Ave, QC! fun fun fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;yours truly's 19th birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="221" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/bday2.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 179px; HEIGHT: 135px" height="186" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/DSC02156.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hahaha, i got nice gifts too! (just look at my previous entry in july section ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;randomness pixx!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heto ako woahooo... basang basa sa ulahaaan.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 107px" height="276" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/IMG_0348.jpg" width="366" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="510" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/IMG_0331.jpg" width="637" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 136px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="397" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/IMG_0361.jpg" width="506" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="483" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/IMG_0367.jpg" width="611" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 147px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="144" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/29.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;these are some vanity pics before, during, and after the rain, the flood and the mess... go USTe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;humanities humiliations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (as beng names it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are in video clip format but then i have this pics of ours in our drama and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 123px" height="121" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/28.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian's group in their song performance. astig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 193px; HEIGHT: 125px" height="159" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/23.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pancit canton break muna!&lt;br /&gt;(after rehearsing in our dance prformance. thanks to beng for that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 134px" height="144" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/22.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyns, portraying a kid; beng, portraying the thirsty gal and&lt;br /&gt;me, portraying the granny - complete with face aging haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 219px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="172" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/21.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mong, in their play he portrayed a soldier (i think? its an excerpt of disney's aladin)&lt;br /&gt;and rex, of course portraying the gennie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;experiencing architecture - theory of architecture exhibit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha, one factor i really need the 3-week vacation was this... it almost entirely kill us all... like what prof. equipaje said, &lt;em&gt;"me mga nagkagalitan pa dyan, me nagkatampuhan&lt;/em&gt; for sure&lt;em&gt;..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the making:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="170" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/20.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the busy people (pero si eden naka-pose. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 244px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="195" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/19.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the busy, wacky people (jp, rebo and rex) with our sociology prof,&lt;br /&gt;sir Mark Aquino on the right. they were holding the pics of our classmates&lt;br /&gt;as part of beng's group's work. hahaha kalog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="188" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/18.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyns and i, doing our crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; HEIGHT: 314px" height="345" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/16.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the finished product (suspended bridge daw yan. hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;the aftermaths:&lt;/u&gt; pix galore (i have uploaded some in my september entry i think.. here's more)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 206px; HEIGHT: 146px" height="182" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/17.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 191px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="153" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/15.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakagulo nila. random pic. hehe and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;an aftermath the next day during our BT class ^^ (gabo, tintin, me, jp and mong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Ragnarok Philippine Championships 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have i mentioned that i went there? yup, here are some proofs: (the other pics are still in emman's cam and daryl have posted some for her own entry herself. check it out &lt;a href="http://livejournal.com/~_khauri_"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="143" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/6.jpg" width="204" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 151px; HEIGHT: 150px" height="209" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/5.jpg" width="92" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosplayer kafras with daryl and her cousin (celebrity!)&lt;br /&gt;cosplayers mistress and moonlight flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; HEIGHT: 170px" height="163" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/27.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd! \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;University of Santo Tomas Victory Party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; HEIGHT: 139px" height="159" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/12.jpg" width="207" /&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beng and i, craving our shrimp tempura at tokyo-tokyo&lt;br /&gt;in sm san lazaro.. hmm! OISHI KATTA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="167" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/13.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 153px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="164" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/14.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 128px" height="174" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/4.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vainness (what a term!) of everybody (we are all required to wear yellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="151" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/11.jpg" width="220" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;victory concert: marynor, beng (in her wowoweeeeee skirt) and i in the new colayco park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 199px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="175" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/9.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 202px; HEIGHT: 158px" height="175" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/10.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi kami naka-yellow no? haha (me, beng and kring) &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chito of parokya ni edgar (atenista to a! hahaha) as the major guest&lt;br /&gt;band of the night... (add ons: soapdish, callalilly, sophia, and kamikazee were there as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my cousin kuya aris' 26th birthday last October 28th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="160" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/arism1.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cute kami! ang umangal tutubuan ng kulugo sa kilikili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="152" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/arism2.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday dude himself, dividing his cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(i haven't got any pics of our design 5 final plate oral defense because i forgot the digi at home. besides, who would want to pose a nervous face anyway? hahaha! but i know kring have some in her phone. maybe i'll just add it on.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am saying this again, this isn't all of the fun we had... for it is not all recorded nor posed for evidences: being happy is always soothing within our hearts and the best part of it is that the smiles formed on our lips isn't done on purpose... to hell and in those hell-er days, weeks and the whole sem, cheers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, see you in second sem! waaaaaa.. i'll definitely miss often-blogging so much...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-578004712993451450?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/578004712993451450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=578004712993451450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/578004712993451450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/578004712993451450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/11/official-sem-ender-post.html' title='official sem-ender post ^_^'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5919080564571166688</id><published>2006-10-30T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:48:58.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doubting edits.</title><content type='html'>re-posted: 2:48 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate this feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you tried to be the man in between fires? it doesn't make you all feel good at the moment. you aren't even sure if you could be titled as the &lt;em&gt;best soundboard of the day&lt;/em&gt; nor the &lt;em&gt;peacemaker of the century&lt;/em&gt;. (hey no one's quarreling alright?) but then who could i be possibly be pinpointing at? haha, holy cow, no one. the &lt;em&gt;central analyzer&lt;/em&gt;. hmm... sounds good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i suck at times but sometimes you just can't help but to differ things from the past to present.&lt;/em&gt; a lot of things happened for the past two weeks now that is why all my rambled thoughts seem to affect some of the things that i do. &lt;strong&gt;no one is blamed for that&lt;/strong&gt;. it is all happening by &lt;em&gt;will,&lt;/em&gt; and who in the world could actually know what's going to happen next? though i have started to sleep late-r than the usual, i am still coping to my own confused self as well. to find the questions that has started to form in my mind that im actually not liking it. &lt;strong&gt;i am not the type of listening knick-knacks of other people and then complaining things when they're gone or when they are not looking at me...&lt;/strong&gt; man, i have my own dilemmas too. yep, with the S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't even know if it still feels good right down your nerves but chickenshit happens all the time too. you can't tell why these things has to happen. darn. so then... i felt sad when i read the lines as if it was a mistake of putting it up so much to me... maybe i was the person in between fires...and i just can't help but to cater what a realistic thing must be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you are not fine and i am not that insensitive to that. i was there with you, wasn't i? but i am saying this again: i have my own probs too... things that maybe isn't but hell myself i am considering it like one. &lt;em&gt;maybe i didn't get so much time posting for this entry last night because i fear mom would caught me playing til 3am... haha. all these ramshackled thoughts got the eyes of&lt;/em&gt; somebody. i am apologizing for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(this segment is editted due to some reactions. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;deary, im not numb. i knew it was me, my friend. thank you you appreciated it. maybe one time let's switch places...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5919080564571166688?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5919080564571166688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5919080564571166688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5919080564571166688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5919080564571166688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hate-this-feeling.html' title='doubting edits.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7303235684770060954</id><published>2006-10-28T02:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T04:04:48.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed. your choice... but the music brews within.</title><content type='html'>an excerpt from a certain anonymous story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a lot of things happened--not that she wanted it to happen; but she hopes and she wishes people could be happier and happier just like taking an evening coffee break on a cold gloomy night. she wanted to tell him, all the things she knew, but in a while grasping for her inconvenient thoughts that might tear him apart, making him weary and blue. she wanted him to know, all the things she knew, but in a while desperately concluding herself not to-- considering what could it feels being all the means to revive somewhat important and true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wanted to tell him, all the things she knew, but in a while she backed off, and just sip her coffee... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she wanted to tell him, this tormenting truth, but not today, not now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inumaga na naman ako! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the gatekeeper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7303235684770060954?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7303235684770060954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7303235684770060954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7303235684770060954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7303235684770060954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/mixed-your-choice-but-music-brews.html' title='mixed. your choice... but the music brews within.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-4893082078512746051</id><published>2006-10-25T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T22:37:51.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick + courses cleared + HS intrams 2006</title><content type='html'>"huh? may sakit ka, 'by?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn... i am sick. yes. i realized i felt and looked like ill when just yesterday, ate vangie, the owner of the mini convenience store few blocks away from our house told me those words. i gloomily confirmed it and luckily gave me the "fita" biscuits mom was craving for. man, it was really obvious. hay, what was so nice having a cold and a cough? my throat is damn itchy.(sneezes.) maybe santa is really coming to town... labo. &gt;_&lt; i have taken OTC (over the counter) medicines for the last three hours, yet i don't seem to notice any changes. waaa.... where's the tissue?!?! in other news... i just got... lucky? i love 1st semesters!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 437px; HEIGHT: 242px" height="424" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/crapcrap/adobed.jpg" width="575" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;huweee! that is my clearance sheet. yes pare!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after getting the clearance in ust, rayjohn and i went to our high school intramurals. it was fun, seeing old friends and teachers. nic, madie, joma, mim, glenda, alvin and jao were there too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, nic, my friend made our day with his gags and teacher bloopers during our days. it was really hilarious. i could cry laughing out loud! hahaha... maybe that's why my cold has gotten worse. yarrr... too bad i haven't got any picture to brag about a while ago but the teachers wanted us back for tomorrow since the intrams is a week-long event... they wanted us (or just nic--because he is so funny!) to come back tomorrow because they wanted to laugh more... oh i thought after getting my yearbook was the last day i'll be going to see Immaculate. but i was wrong... homecoming isn't bad though as i imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tomorrow i'll be bringing along my digi... camwhoring na naman ito! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain poured heavy but nothing beats last monday's experience. maybe that's why i got a cold right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time for me to rest! pray for me guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-4893082078512746051?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/4893082078512746051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=4893082078512746051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4893082078512746051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/4893082078512746051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/sick-courses-cleared-hs-intrams-2006.html' title='sick + courses cleared + HS intrams 2006'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/crapcrap/th_adobed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-8359988673175480091</id><published>2006-10-22T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:58:15.035+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer</title><content type='html'>yes the bummer's life... that's what i have right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have stopped playing pRO for a while because mom caught me. oh well... sayang x3!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-8359988673175480091?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/8359988673175480091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=8359988673175480091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8359988673175480091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/8359988673175480091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/bummer.html' title='bummer'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5995925593919654698</id><published>2006-10-22T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T02:57:10.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pRO comeback.</title><content type='html'>i just got ended playing pRO again. it was quite fun, being me, going all back to basics... the bad point there though is that you are as weak as a Willow. hehehe. (willow naman kesa poring!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, because i am down to zero, i don't even have money  to buy arrows. yep, my 1st character is an archer. and i hope before the x3 exp ends i am 60-70% no weak at all. haha. in my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got so damned by someone. and the internet's a whole bum... if it wasn't for it then maybe i am in the lvel of 20's now. forgive me i am just too slow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing in Thor is half fun, and irritating. i assure you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am even planning to rent tomorrow even for at least 2 hours. haha. goodluck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5995925593919654698?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5995925593919654698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5995925593919654698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5995925593919654698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5995925593919654698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/pro-comeback.html' title='pRO comeback.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5172769241767279677</id><published>2006-10-20T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T03:11:44.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>soul-searching</title><content type='html'>this day i have felt to be alone... let's just call it "soul searching."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stroll the mall, walk alone, window shop alone. its not that i am not used to it, but really; its been a long time eversince i have done such crazy act of being myself, walking nowhere at 7:30 pm in the paths of Roxas, Taft, Ortigas and Shaw. to head for home or not, its none of my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was still in desperate of finding a pRO EP13 Installer but unfortunately it came too late for me because it was just yesterday that it became so phenomenal. certified out of stock. I was in the Megamall, searching for my lost, inconvenient self until i got hungry... i realized i haven't eaten anything yet; nor breakfast and lunch... so i ordered a lasagna meal in Greenwich.. sipped my tea, stared in space, waited for my meal, ate alone,  stared blankly at couples eating the same kind i have, and in a while staring an empty chair in front of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i realized that it was really sad to be alone. but on the other hand its as if making you somewhat independent and wise... in the MRT you could feel no one cares for you, like they wanted to ride and head home immediately so they push for passengers to go inside. i felt helpless.. and somewhat gaining patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you see, this isn't the first time i have encountered the feeling, but it seems that my mind and my heart was telling me that it really makes me feel incomplete... and lost... and shit. as if you are really meant to be alone and just ignore the hard feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end? i haven't got any Installer... i even haven't searched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, reverse me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5172769241767279677?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5172769241767279677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5172769241767279677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5172769241767279677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5172769241767279677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/alone.html' title='soul-searching'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-3241962769378931680</id><published>2006-10-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T23:30:21.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>i stare blankly in front of my monitor, gasping for thoughts and ideas that would pop up in my mind so that i may be able to start a new story plot. yes, this sembreak i wanted to accomplish at least one fanfic that has been rotating in my head for years. madie said the plot was good but i myself wanted it more clearly and be explained more... and more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to apologize to beng for my hideous act last monday. i know ive become selfish, but at times i think this would be my last sort of recalling the bitterness my mom did. the previous post isn't you guys anyway... don't worry.. and why you should be. just let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, i am planning to sign up for a private blog. yep... maybe mong was right. i can't express myself that freey anymore. maybe my blog exposure was good no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that will going to be my way in tiring myself over thinking useless stuff. i never hid the truth that my start of sembreak is as bad as spoled milk, and so more of the next days waiting for me. i just hope tomorrow would be great. its my two cousin's birthday---evelyn and irene. and as always, this date is the last day of the exhibit where ate belen is into, world trade center in roxas. im going to take a look. unfortunately, madie---on to the last minute---wasn't allowed by her dad. hay... i couldn't find anyone who wants to come, not even whoever is in your mind right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break. i won't spill the beans this time. wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm  ill.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-3241962769378931680?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/3241962769378931680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=3241962769378931680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3241962769378931680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/3241962769378931680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-532326382368034559</id><published>2006-10-17T02:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:08:52.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>darn it..</title><content type='html'>i have read one post from a 'friend'--if that he/she wants me/ or us to call him/her... and as i go thru the comments, i was fu**ingly so mad with it. &lt;strong&gt;i DID NOT LIKE IT NOR THE SOUND OF IT, ESP THE COMMENTATORS...&lt;/strong&gt; yes, if you could see me  right now i am tapping the floor with my foot to control my anger. i couldn't imagine--that there are a lot of fake people in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i duuno if he/she was worth calling to be a friend, i really absolulety have no idea that all this time he/she had been thinking to our colleague that way. i was so mad. i wasn't wrong with my suspections... darn, i should have known earlier... i just hope not all of &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt; are the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn it.. &lt;em&gt;nag-iba pagtingin ko sa kanila...&lt;/em&gt; i wanna scream... yell at &lt;em&gt;their &lt;/em&gt;faces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANG PA-PLAAAAAAAASTIC NYO!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;oooohh gawd. and you reader, don't you dare talk about this entry i have ever again, oh please...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-532326382368034559?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/532326382368034559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=532326382368034559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/532326382368034559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/532326382368034559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/darn-it.html' title='darn it..'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-5085525072757106600</id><published>2006-10-17T01:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T02:11:17.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sudden random...</title><content type='html'>i just got enthralled with some stories of love... &lt;em&gt;one-sided love. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the good-tormenting old days of me, having one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine isn't that exquisitely known as a heroic act of love; umm maybe a puppy, young or so... but i must say it has been one of my unforgettalbe experience in my almost two-decade of existence. hehe... the fact that i am that young back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you gone to that feeling? you always feel the love you have always dream of, but it just so happened that you and you all alone feel it... because you have to. and because you need not want to tell it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during that time of my life i felt so regretful of not telling to someone i like what i feel. it is because he can never know and feel what i am going through, as i hid my feelings and eventually will take me years to protect it. (mine took me more than five years without anyone knowing it) ...the feeling of being contented of you, just being his or her  friend and nothing else more, was painful at the same time. so very painful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why? well, you could have venture something nicer than what you and that special someone are right now if there hasn't any 'another' person will come into your lives. you could have been happier without worrying anything nor anyone... and lastly, you won't be hurting another individual's feelings... all these would mean risks. yep, with the 's'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there are times that i don't feel regretful at all that i didn't tell my special someone in the past that i had fallen for him. it is because i am the type of person that considers and values what is actually more important than anything else for that span of time, us being together. none other than friendship...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew... even though he, is now just ranked as my &lt;em&gt;ultimate crush&lt;/em&gt;, i can't stop thinking what will he and i become if those circumstances happen? silly... i just hope he is fine and well, though he's so far away from me now, in the U.S. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am saying and recalling these thoughts not because i am trying to show to somebody to make a a move (but it turns out it looks more like of it) to tell his or her feelings... you see, as what my first introductory line, i am enthralled with some stories of one-sided love... because i myself once got into it. whoa... afterall, this is a free express-your-feelings journal entry.  haha, don't get me wrong, i am happy with my life now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all my rebellic acts of my hunger strike and mute self was over... arrrgh.. i guess i was just too addicted with this anime watching thing... but overall, i am glad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to you: thanks. i hope you learn though little from my not-so-good stories... thanks for trusting me. take care. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-5085525072757106600?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/5085525072757106600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=5085525072757106600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5085525072757106600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/5085525072757106600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/sudden-random.html' title='sudden random...'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-7272891030263756437</id><published>2006-10-15T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T22:55:20.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo.</title><content type='html'>its been a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all things in school are done, since yesterday was the final day for final examinations. my friends decided to have an outing two days ago, and the fact that the day we are supposed to be together is today, here am i, typing these lines in front of my computer... in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom didn't allow me to join, though i beg a lot, cry a lot, and assure her a lot that it is going to be okay. yep, i did cry a lot; knowing that this is the first time i would be perhaps in this sort of things. whenever i recall what i did pleading so much, i grow so sad. it made me feel so helpless, even though it is only an outing. whenever i think of it, i sobbed quietly... even now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well you see, i have observed that i have never felt so supported emotionally by my folks here, eversince i entered college. its as if mentally they were telling me and blaming me why i chose this course. i have never felt my brother to be proud of me. never in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know, things got so cruel since all of the day's expense day by day, add my tuition fees and other stuff for example. i don't know if i have cleared all my courses last semester, but i do hope so much that i did. so that they would not scold me so much then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about the outing, i always consider that they always care for me that is why they don't allow me to come. but that's not the issue anymore... since they don't support me emotionally, i have never been felt so this before... i am not trusted... like i will give total humiliation to the family. it hurts though... really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so then. i try to ease the pain by watching anime series emman gave me. and i am still counting for his compilation set though. i don't care if i cause trouble the whole day by not helping them with the chores. this is what they want. they don't want me to be happy, even for just once. just once. i don't care if mom would not talk to me that much. i don't blame her for being so overprotective... but i hope she does not blame me for being a childish, immature rebel just this very once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-7272891030263756437?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/7272891030263756437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=7272891030263756437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7272891030263756437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/7272891030263756437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/emo.html' title='emo.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-10775496682611724</id><published>2006-10-12T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:49:35.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel lazy. i don't know what made me feel happy this week but one thing's for sure: hell sem will be definitely be over, 2 days from now. geeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, our 'kada is planning to have an outing that will serve as our celebration for accomplishing all of the necessary requirements for this sem. and luckily eyns told me that it will be going to be free of charge: meaning all we got to problem about is the transpo and the food! yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope mom would be absolutely "in" for that... anyway it is a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man, why do we have to study even the basics of electical layouting? haha, im just getting too bratty... and bitchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am in the spirit of sem break! i am lazzzzzzyyyyy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-10775496682611724?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/10775496682611724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=10775496682611724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/10775496682611724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/10775496682611724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-feel-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-116036547287677588</id><published>2006-10-09T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T11:44:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Visionary Soul&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/visionary-soul.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a curious person, always in a state of awareness.&lt;br /&gt;Connected to all things spiritual, you are very connected to your soul.&lt;br /&gt;You are wise and bright: able to reason and be reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally, you get quite depressed and have dark feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have great vision and can be very insightful.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you are often profound in a way that surprises yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Visionary souls like you can be the best type of friend.&lt;br /&gt;You are intuitive, understanding, sympathetic, and a good healer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls you are most compatible with: Old Soul and Peacemaker Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsoulareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Soul Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;__________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know what to feel with this. all i can say is that i am not happy. unless somebody will...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks for everything. i hope you still value what i also value.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-116036547287677588?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/116036547287677588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=116036547287677588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/116036547287677588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/116036547287677588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/9th.html' title='9th'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-116032300024430294</id><published>2006-10-08T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:56:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>when i got home last night i went straight to my bed without eating nor changing my clothes (yuck) because of sleepyness and stress. i just wanted to thank my mom for letting me pass my dinner and for just offering me a milk instead. maybe she knows i got so tired of everything. thanks mama. love ya lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from now on, i'll bring back something i left in my high school life... something i thought i would not be looking back forever, but hello; since somebody is also making me feel that i should do it, then so be it. just pray for me that i can do this because i hate seeing myself doing it on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey, its not for you to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-116032300024430294?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/116032300024430294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=116032300024430294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/116032300024430294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/116032300024430294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-i-got-home-last-night-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115988933442678336</id><published>2006-10-03T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T23:36:12.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG QUIZZES</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Stress Level is: 72%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/stress-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are prone to stress, and you're probably even pretty stressed right now.&lt;br /&gt;Life's problems seem to pile up on you, and this often makes you feel depressed and burned out.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to take time to relax and enjoy life, even if things are stressful. It's the only wa you'll get through the bad times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howstressedareyouquiz/"&gt;How Stressed Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe super!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are A Romantic Realist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/romantic-realist.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be grounded when it comes to romance.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, you can fall hard... but only for someone you've gotten to know.&lt;br /&gt;And once you're in love, you can be a total romantic goofball...&lt;br /&gt;But you'd never admit it to your friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouromanticorrealisticquiz/"&gt;Are You Romantic or Realistic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.. ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffa5b2;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a Romantic Kisser&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffdbe0"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/romantic.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance&lt;br /&gt;You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea&lt;br /&gt;The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofkisserareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Kisser Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooh! hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 62% Vain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/vain-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a little vain, but you also work hard for your good looks.&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, everyone knows you are a total hottie. You don't have to remind them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howvainareyouquiz/"&gt;How Vain Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waw! hehehe! how can this be so true? hahahaa! i am a hottie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Learning Style: Expressive and Tenacious&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/enfj.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to learn about new cultures, ideas, and theories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Should Study:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology&lt;br /&gt;Counseling&lt;br /&gt;Education&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic Studies&lt;br /&gt;Foreign Languages and Literature&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;br /&gt;Literature&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy&lt;br /&gt;Eastern Religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoustudyquiz/"&gt;What Should You Study?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come there's no field of Architecture here?!!? gee! anthropology amp! =)) &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115988933442678336?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115988933442678336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115988933442678336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115988933442678336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115988933442678336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-quizzes.html' title='BLOG QUIZZES'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115972761564595125</id><published>2006-10-02T01:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T03:50:23.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overnight+ RPC 2006 + mall of asia + game 3</title><content type='html'>whew! 2days of no classes didn't gave so much help. because of the blackout i haven't got any school work to do, not even a single history plate nor a design plate. not even a ray of sunshine didn't make me feel better. i am so doomed on those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you found out one saturday morning that there's still no classes? i woke up as early as 5:30 in order for me not to be late and all you have to came is a closed door of our building. gee. so then i decided to just proceed and spent one night again at marynor's house in navotas on that same day to do our design plate, but then we just did a little portion of it. vanity attacks and a sudden blackout. too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha you won't see those pictures, ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just a while ago before everything else, i went to mass before meeting albert and emman in sm manila. albert told me his parents were there too all along and yet i haven't got the chance on meeting them. such my bad luck. moving on, emman had a car so it was easy for us to go at the Ragnarok Philippine Championships 2006 at the World Trade Center in Roxas Blvd. its been a year eversince i got there. haha. i still managed to see and explore this year's event despite of me having a big bag from my sleep over. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway about the convention, i must say the previous convention was more lively and fun than the current. its as if in before, pRO was the sole hit online game rather than pROSE nor RF, not even FreeStyle (which was just introduced just june of last year, in the 2005 convention)--but now, the tournament wasn't solely for pRO. also, the Cosplayers were lessen than last year. The guys told me that the only goodies in this event was that girls were sexier than the previous. (if only i have a blacksmith hammer to poke on albert's head i would. psst its a secret! haha joke XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daryl met us there, along with her bro and her cousin. i just hope they had real fun after we left them. sorry about that again, dar... i wanna see pics from ur cp. (pics of iya!) haha. and thank you for coming along, although i know for sure we haven't talk that really much--i dunno why---and this is so unusual! thanks for accompanying me in the restroom. &lt;em&gt;namiss kita oy. &lt;/em&gt;and btw, &lt;em&gt;tumaba ka.^_^&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the convention by 1pm, riding on emman's car. and at last i finally got the chance on getting my feet to the grounds of SM Mall of Asia! hehe! although true rumors still on the dropped ceiling incident and rusting foundation, who cares? haha. we just got a lil annoyed with some parking slots though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emman treated us at Sbarro. such a tasty and yumy white pizza! thanks for recommending it. too bad we're almost close in watching a film in IMAX. so bad so reaaaally truly sad. but i still believe there would be next time! if and only if MOA is still standing hehe! *cross fingers!* btw he also treated us at Starbucks. thanks again for my venti mocha frap. loove it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanted to thank these guys for today and tonight. this section is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;marynor and to all the lopez clan&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks so much for the warm acceptance, for the 3 meals i had, the shower and the whole home to spend the night with. thank you very very much. &lt;strong&gt;spice&lt;/strong&gt; (marynor's dog - but humanely in action as what she insists!) hehe! arf arf arf hahahaha! rock on! \m/ just don't bite me hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;daryl&lt;/strong&gt; and her kiddie buds - thanks too! dar, thanks for pushing through with emman's invite. i am the one thanking you for this. tell giov there could be next time for us to meet. there has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my &lt;strong&gt;AR blockmates mong, gabo, tin and eden&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks for the warm invite to conference although i got really insane with your game plans and stuff. hehehe! gabo and mong thanks for the infos about the deadlines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;benedict&lt;/strong&gt; - thank you for cheering me up, for appreciating my crap and for sharing me your waka-naka pix and drawings in .rar files. they were good! &lt;em&gt;pwedeng pwede ka &lt;/em&gt;sa manga! sorry if i missed replying on your IM's. and as what i've promised, bene-chan you go &lt;a href="http://thoughtbubbles.livejournal.com" target="blank_"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;emman &lt;/strong&gt;who charges all of the day's expense, thank you very very much! for everything-- for our marathon talks during the blackout, for sharing a load and sentiments and a while ago, from the spare batteries until to our last drop off to city hall, thank you very super mega much!! belated happy birthday! live long bro! i am always praying for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;albert&lt;/strong&gt; who made my whole day ever complete, thank you really. for the patience, for the half of the meal, for going with me in my proposals, carrying my bag til its drop at home, for checking up on my folks, DOA's and hypertreats. you may not know how much i am thanking you esp for the movie, but oh boy, thank you very much! love ya lots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my &lt;strong&gt;folks at home&lt;/strong&gt; - for cleaning up my mess, for the patience and nice greetings for albert's visit and for everything! thanks mom... cousins... nang D.. and even to my big bro for lending me browse his college thesis. thanks and i love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course to &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;, who made my life so happy this day and the previous days and despite of all the things that may happen to me in the next days to come. i love you God! Glory to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have time after the sem ill be uploading some RPC pix... im going back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooooooo final games on UAAP tomoraaaaaw!! TIGERS beat ATENEOOOO!!! fight fight fight!! one big fight!!! no classes weeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;man, i thank again, the one who gained so many points for this day. for respecting the previous talks and respecting the whole of me, for realizing that i am serious with him being into this relationship for almost nine months now, thank you for valuing my existence, my thoughts, my beliefs and for my decisions. you have done so much effort for this day and i hope what i am seeing is all true. for what i am seeing is so sincere, and not by the actions of just being fed up with my decisions or whatsoever. thank you albert, and i'll love you, always.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115972761564595125?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115972761564595125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115972761564595125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115972761564595125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115972761564595125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/10/overnight-rpc-2006-mall-of-asia-game-3_02.html' title='overnight+ RPC 2006 + mall of asia + game 3'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115928655330191720</id><published>2006-09-26T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T00:02:33.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MASAYA!</title><content type='html'>i am tired. i have lots of things to do. design design design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes were tired too. so very tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i wanted to thank everyone who participated in the exhibit held in our gallery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 365px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="277" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/ar34.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's the only photo i got with ME being included! ( i was the one taking their pics, and the one holding a blue tracing tube below)&lt;br /&gt;napaka-adik nila! fine-- natin o sige!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me katabi pa akong mga "isyu"!! hihihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="290" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/walaako.jpg" width="362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with arch. equipaje (on the rightmost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 207px; HEIGHT: 268px" height="344" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/elevator.jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pati sa elevator hindi pinatawad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's my entry for now! if i have TIME i will edit this part! sa mga adik, just go into our photobucket account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gash i am reaaally truuuly tired. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115928655330191720?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115928655330191720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115928655330191720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115928655330191720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115928655330191720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/masaya.html' title='MASAYA!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115894294745606795</id><published>2006-09-22T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T00:35:47.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who really am i...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"paglulutuin kita? bakit? sino ka ba?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to know that you actually know the fact that your sole brother doesn't care for you like you do. well, i only show that i don't care for him maybe because he seem to show also that he doesn't even care about me. but just this very moment i have felt i am being so tormented and so hurt. his RD (rest day) was scheduled today and who do you expect to be at home, to prepare even a very simple dinner for a very tired person like me? haha, the question is... well, it's in my introductory line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know what is wrong in this set of people? it is as if they were sooo tired with all the watching TV thing and soo tired resting that they don't mind to cook for their own food. in short, they got lazy feeding themselves. &lt;em&gt;nakakapu** diba?&lt;/em&gt; and as for me to expect even fried fried or something? nothing... and in the end i would still be the one to clean up their LUNCH dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ako?&lt;/em&gt; chickenshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115894294745606795?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115894294745606795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115894294745606795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115894294745606795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115894294745606795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/who-really-am-i.html' title='who really am i...'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115885349117023123</id><published>2006-09-21T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:56:47.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>papa + tigers + chuckie</title><content type='html'>my dad's flight schedule was so early that i can't help but to think that it just happened just a while ago. yep... just a while ago. i absolutely thought that it would be next week pa, but the office said they'll be leaving by 8pm, today... yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll miss him again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;classes were suspended due to some instances like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 374px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="489" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/DSC03039.jpg" width="394" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep, these are my fellow co-thomasians (composing of cfad and arki students) parked in the lobby, unfortunately cheering the tigers' heat just in there. tigers won against the warriors, having the chance of facing the eagles this sunday! waaaaa!! for the championship!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it for now! i really got lazy posting for now. i dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;thanks albert for the chuckie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;and for the v-cut sweet chilli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;thank for enduring my latecomings, and for accepting my simple wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;love you.&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/12822455-115885349117023123?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115885349117023123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115885349117023123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115885349117023123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115885349117023123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/papa-tigers-chuckie.html' title='papa + tigers + chuckie'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115855072274031750</id><published>2006-09-18T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T11:38:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate!!</title><content type='html'>was it my fault?! darn it! i really hate doing accidents! maybe im getting too proned to it already!! why is that no one can accept it, that i am a clumsy, a mess, a &gt;&lt;u&gt;insert any related synonym here&lt;/u&gt;&lt; person?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993300;"&gt;even for you!??!&lt;/span&gt; darn monday mornings!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115855072274031750?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115855072274031750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115855072274031750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115855072274031750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115855072274031750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-hate.html' title='i hate!!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115851628780523824</id><published>2006-09-18T02:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T02:08:17.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yey!</title><content type='html'>yesss!! my blog layout is 90% done! yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today i just bought cheap but nice earphones along with the dvd-r's in cd-r king. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey! UST won against UE!!!! would you believe that! waaaahahahaha! eh, i just wish they are that good if the green archers return in the next season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then, so what? yey!! cheers, co-thomasians!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115851628780523824?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115851628780523824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115851628780523824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115851628780523824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115851628780523824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/yey.html' title='yey!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115834091168811260</id><published>2006-09-16T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T01:21:51.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"pabili nga ng colgate, yung close-up..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this has been one of the spoofs my prof said a while ago in discussing the BX brand sort of cable in our utilities class... the ust grounds held a concert a while ago but then because we have to attend our classes it has started even without us. hahaha. who cares about us anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guest bands include parokya ni edgar, sugarfree and itchyworms. if only itchyworms didn't come first then maybe i could stay longer... but it was finished after our class was finished. hay. albert came to fetch me. and then we justwent to sm hypermart to buy snacks. hehehe. thanks again for the bread pan. you should be grateful i treated you a chuckie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just minutes ago me and me friend dice chatted about some things... about highschool, now and fresh news about the "buntisan festivals" of our batch and stuff. in my sole thoughts i ask myself, have i really changed? i wasn't open before when i hardly say i will never change but then look at me now... i just realized that i was right in not entering into relationships when i was in highschool not only because i don't want to have a commitment to somebody, but also because i wanted to live and act and breathe freely, with no one demanding so much on what i am doing. i just simply love being simple with the life i have, with my circle of frineds and such. i was happy back then. i control my time and my money, my actions, my taste in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well maybe things do change, now. but i am happy to know that some things retain.. like my passion for anime, my kakalogan and being a soundboard... still i could see that nothing has change in me. its just that there are some instances that i could say that it adds the spice of my life... for i see manila a big place, unlike in high school, everyday is like a torture seeing the same faces. when you tend to explore and meet different people each day you would feel the need of having someone with. and these has been me for eight months and a week now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember what dice said, as i quoted her: "human nature lang talaga na maghanap ng kasama..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe, no. i won't forget my highschool memories. just the mere thinking of it makes me laugh and made me feel go back into those years.. yes... those are my lifetime treasures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115834091168811260?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115834091168811260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115834091168811260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115834091168811260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115834091168811260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/pabili-nga-ng-colgate-yung-close-up.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115825288125944355</id><published>2006-09-15T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:51:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random... - and is something good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;uno:&lt;/strong&gt; not all funky looking (patok) jeepneys runs fast, especially if the driver is kinda old. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dos:&lt;/strong&gt; i respect every person's privacy. i mean, if somebody made me feel that i shouldn't be minding their own beezwax, so be it. yes, really! no joke. i mean, i do respect every person's decision of not telling me things they don't want to tell, because it is a secret. the most important thing is that i don't force them to tell me such. i am not that type of person that goes mad and not the type of like don't-ever-talk-to-me-again person if i haven't known some info, just because it is not shared to me. 101% promise. and for those who are non-believers, this has been ME since i was born. i never force anyone to, you know... because i respect their existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tres:&lt;/strong&gt; i started to become open to my feelings lately, especially with &lt;em&gt;pan&lt;/em&gt;. i told him some things has changed ever since the first misunderstanding we had. he wasn't kind of that super extra sweet and &lt;em&gt;malambing&lt;/em&gt;. and after the argument we felt we have kinda back to zero, starting again... we seldom go out eversince he became busy to his on the job training, and i too, in my design plates... we seldom SMS during those times. but now i could see that everything's back into place. he's starting to care for me a lot again just like before. he kisses just like before. haha! (that's what he told me!) well, i could feel that we do really "clicked" again to each other. maybe we needed more time again, and act like more &lt;strong&gt;mature&lt;/strong&gt;, for understanding each other's time for other stuff, especially when it is for studies. yes. &lt;strong&gt;studies first&lt;/strong&gt;. i told him i am just being open to him, at least. and i am happy to know that he loves me so much and more... and moore as days go by. he's aware that what we are going through should make our relationship strong. and our limitations as well. oh boy, he is really happy too to know that i love him so dearly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kwatro:&lt;/strong&gt; i do miss kitchie nadal's playlist! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;singko:&lt;/strong&gt; sometimes we must avoid on lying too much. u agree? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sais:&lt;/strong&gt; dad gave me a tip on life. hahaha. so sweet for him to do. if he only knew i really very appreciated the fact that he DOES care for me. he told me moral things, and i could see &lt;em&gt;naman na&lt;/em&gt; he surely gives me his trust. i was grateful he remind me of some things and some advices. i was really touched. i wish i could tell him so loud that i do love him, hahaha! but then i still believe in actions speaks louder than words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;syete:&lt;/strong&gt; i am glad i am still a good listener. its been a long time ever since i have heard stories of such things... i could brag, i am still an effective soundboard. don't worry, your secret/s are fine with me. thanks for the trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ocho:&lt;/strong&gt; yey, my blog layout is near to get done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nwebe:&lt;/strong&gt; PDA's are not bad in bus stops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115825288125944355?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115825288125944355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115825288125944355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115825288125944355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115825288125944355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/random-and-is-something-good.html' title='random... - and is something good.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115816313658831034</id><published>2006-09-13T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T23:58:56.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nothing beats my oozing lucky me! pancit canton hot chili with half-boiled egg, partnering it with cold choco with a 3 in 1 coffee. sarap! yumyum! i was munching it as i type these words, hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i overslept again last night, it is because i've done my research part in design making me go nuts until 4am in the morning. i did overslept, that's why i was an hour absent yesterday in my design class... gee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing so much happened today. i just bought a watermelon lip balm at the body shop, at last. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaa! my pancit canton is gone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115816313658831034?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115816313658831034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115816313658831034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115816313658831034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115816313658831034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/nothing-beats-my-oozing-lucky-me.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115800014324428703</id><published>2006-09-12T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T02:42:23.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it feels so good you are being appreciated for the effort/s you are doing and the things you give to someone, isn't it? i just smiled, knowing that i have made one person happy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long live pare! happy birthday bigboy! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115800014324428703?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115800014324428703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115800014324428703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115800014324428703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115800014324428703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/it-feels-so-good-you-are-being.html' title=''/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115790196045321727</id><published>2006-09-10T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T23:26:00.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yun yon e!</title><content type='html'>Check this out... the BSB--- sobra sa lima wannabes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DU4Eb0fKJnA"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DU4Eb0fKJnA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115790196045321727?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115790196045321727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115790196045321727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115790196045321727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115790196045321727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/yun-yon-e.html' title='yun yon e!'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115790088794233521</id><published>2006-09-10T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:32:05.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five + confessions</title><content type='html'>astig, the ever-active SDT (Salinggawi Dance Troupe) did it again--five times in a row!! go uste!! yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recorded the replay of it! and UP and FEU as well! if you want to have a copy just ask me :) but i am not assuring you that it is 100% good, &lt;em&gt;kasi ngawit na ngawit na ko!&lt;/em&gt; hehehehe! i just used the diggie and be freaking froze til its done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am glad i bought two architectural books a while ago! i am so happy! finally i bought sir banister fletcher's HOA! hahahaha! for only &lt;strong&gt;phP 1,595.00&lt;/strong&gt;! a discount! i also bought (at last!) the time saver's building types!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in that i wanted to thank my mama and papa! thanks so much!! mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't watch in araneta. (about that uaap cheering comp) a bit ironical thought, knowing that i lived just beside the big dome... i went to a place where i've never been to, saw it and ended up feeling so good to be awakened by a gentle not-so-usual contact. it was mid-heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just felt guilty though, i felt i just went there to enjoy that way instead of the business part. i still apologize. but anyway, i would still do my part, and i hope i could help a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i want you to know, i would never forget it. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still, it will &lt;em&gt;happen&lt;/em&gt; at the right time.&lt;br /&gt;still, i admit i want it even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115790088794233521?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115790088794233521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115790088794233521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115790088794233521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115790088794233521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-confessions.html' title='five + confessions'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115774123637567598</id><published>2006-09-09T02:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:51:10.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eight.</title><content type='html'>hehehe, i never imagined in my past &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; months of existence i would never been so happy, facing life with someone i see together with, in my future gray years. though problems come and eventually go, i am fine you are still holding on, believing we could possibly do things in our will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for everything. thanks for making me quite mature enough to know and think things and prioritize the most. thanks for teaching me and for keeping me in mind the values of patience and endurance. thanks for not giving up on my bad days and i hope you appreciate as well the things i do for you... for us! you mean a lot to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no any sweet word could say but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;libre mo ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe!&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; aylabyu bakla! haburday satin!!&lt;/span&gt; mwah! *hugz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/883/1104/320/DSC03015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;ANG MUNDO AY BILOG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;BILOG ANG MUNDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;SA INGLES, &lt;em&gt;THE WORLD IS ROUND&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;HINDI ITO TATSULOK NA GINAGAMITAN NG PYTHAGOREAN THEOREM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;HINDI ITO NAYUYUPI PARA GAWING PAMATO SA PIKO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;BILOG LANG. UMIIKOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;ME AREA FORMULA NA A= PI(R2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;UMIIKOT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;PARANG... BUHAY NG TAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;PARANG...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PISO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115774123637567598?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115774123637567598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115774123637567598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115774123637567598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115774123637567598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/eight.html' title='eight.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115765241640150443</id><published>2006-09-08T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:28:23.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAYOUT</title><content type='html'>i've been thinking of another layout. for the meantime maybe it would appear like this, but i want you to know, i enhanced the template of my original layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try my work to be simple. bg's experimented in adobe and some stuff... its been a long time ever since i made one. schoolwork's first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i hate so much nowadays is that its as if people think that they are the only ones who could come up with such things like this. i am an amateur, and i am happy to see my diary, journal or blog whatever in this way because i did it with my own. afterall, i am still a girl, fascinated with such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i am feeling crazy, baliw, timang... feelers shut up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115765241640150443?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115765241640150443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115765241640150443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115765241640150443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115765241640150443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/layout.html' title='LAYOUT'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115764389369556921</id><published>2006-09-07T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:42:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance fever, my sentiments et al.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i was glad and fine with the result of all the groups who have performed a while ago during the humanities class... astig!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it may ended fine except for the incident that had happened in the morning a while ago. i got "scolded" by the "head guard" for not asking their "permit" regarding of bringing such speakers. the main thing here is that i was about to get it out from the building because yesterday we kept it inside the locker for safety. he told me i should get permit from the dean's office---which in before we never did! even up to now because as what we have known it wasn't violated any rules. why is that so? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;my temper got shortened because for the first time of my three years of studying in the university i have felt such argument with just a certain head guard--sorting himself like one. duh! i really cried in anger, banging their tables shouting i-don't-care who could see me. i could still feel the badness i encountered. yes i know i have the bad part there, for not giving such... stupid permits and for acting so outrageous a while ago which is really not ME, but here's the catch: if they wanted such clean and carefree system, that mahoganic-colored irritating head guard SHOULD BE THERE 24/7! its as if he chose the day whom he wanted the building to get secured, is that? and as if i steal sound systems owned by the college?! HELLER!?! to tell you very honestly their stuff were almost nearly to get useless! kanila na ang mga bulok na yun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;why owned laptops can enter without such problem? why CFAD's could enter without that super strict maintenance? if i were them they should start checking even tracing tubes as well---or, dentent students who wear such colorful socks in stripes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;enough of the crap, i am so tired. i don't even want to narrate every single detail because it sucks to know that as if im still in high school with these such of treatment they cater to us, with this pontifical catholic university i entered. the next time i'll just follow what it should be done. that would be the last sort. to end this insanity -bossy feeling they had. shitness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;it is so bad to feel i am like entering the building with a heavy heart. that's starting tomorrow. i hope i could forget this, and live like a normal arkistud again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12822455-115764389369556921?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115764389369556921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115764389369556921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115764389369556921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115764389369556921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/dance-fever-my-sentiments-et-al.html' title='dance fever, my sentiments et al.'/><author><name>abbey=3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07919416916478530419</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/blurr.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12822455.post-115738494580030929</id><published>2006-09-04T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T01:48:04.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ATING TAWIRIN ANG DAGAT ESPANYA! (tigers growl)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;my deepest prayers to Steve Irwin... aww... may he rest in peace. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;(insert cue uste hymn here )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"God of all nations... merciful Lord of our restless being..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 215px; HEIGHT: 183px" height="377" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/IMG_0367.jpg" width="285" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 226px; HEIGHT: 184px" height="416" src="http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b197/thoughtbubbles/IMG_0369.jpg" width="370" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;a while ago was the biggest, ultimate and super hell-like experience in my &lt;u&gt;Thomasian life&lt;/u&gt; so far... i have encountered floods eversince but not this "&lt;strong&gt;grabe&lt;/strong&gt;" as this! even though i tried to avoid as such, still i have no choice but to&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cross the flood in españa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;just to get rid of the traffic. (vehicles were not moving anymore!!) i really have no choice but to go to the nearest LRT2 station, by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just mere walking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; my red pants were dripping wet---no not just my pants but all of me: my bag (luckily the stuff inside were still dry), my shirt, my hair... my SHOES!! i could feel it squeaking already. hahaha! of course! and, whenever jeepeneys maximize engines and drive their vehicles, it creates waves, increasing up to the lowest step of the over pass. hahaha. &lt;em&gt;astig.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;i went home as early as 9. i immediately took a bath to fix myself. nagmuka akong basura. hahaha. btw thanks beng, geran and marynor for the camwhoring. hahahaha! i want to get my own vanity pics, asap! ^_^ and beng, i hope tito perry had seen you early. (ate ging even texted me to ask if im still with you. hope you guys went home safe.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even pedicabs didn't help. and they even charged at the unusual rate! &lt;em&gt;kanila na pedicab nila!&lt;/em&gt; if only i cut my hoa class it wouldn't be as dreadful as this. well, it was quite fun and tiring anyway. i hope i still have the strength to come to class tomorrow. my shoes were wet. they wouldn't mind if i &lt;strong&gt;come to class wearing flipflops&lt;/strong&gt;, would they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;leptospirosis&lt;/strong&gt;, no way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those pics above came from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vertigocondition.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Beng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;'s digie... thanks pare... mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go uste... 4x... go go go go! U-S-T! UST tigers!! i'm positive this would be in varsitarian's next juicy ish... hahaha! taena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;darn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/12822455-115738494580030929?l=abbeydazzled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/feeds/115738494580030929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12822455&amp;postID=115738494580030929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115738494580030929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12822455/posts/default/115738494580030929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abbeydazzled.blogspot.com/2006/09/ating-tawirin-ang-dagat-espanya-tigers.html' title='ATING TAWIRIN ANG DAGAT ESPANYA! 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