<?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-1458162638818365803</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:32:57.072-08:00</updated><category term='love'/><category term='fashion'/><title type='text'>glam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-4586550559886587725</id><published>2007-06-06T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:12:48.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long Sweet Summer</title><content type='html'>8 days to go and summer is officially over. (sigh) No more late night parties, sleeping,watching tv. No more bumming.Ill surely miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be my last year as a high school student. Last year to have fun with my good old friends. Last year to meet new high school friends. And yes, this will be my last year to make things right in high school (Yes, I need to study harder and no more slacking) and in a few months I am going to take a lot of college entrance exam.(Study harder) I'll make this last school year worth and the best of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that means I will be busy at school and I cant update my site everyday. Maybe I'll update it every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** EDIT*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently watching the replay of Ms. Universe 2007. This year is the best Ms. Universe yet. (well at least for me) I really love the choreography and everything, from the stage design to the judges, the host and of course, the contestants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my favorite contestants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Japan/Ms. Universe - Riyo Mori: she's one lucky girl. I would love to win. Hahaha (so that I could live a glamorous life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Korea- Honey Lee : oh my, she's so pretty and she's a black belter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Philippines- Ms. Anna Theresa Licaros: beauty and brains plus she's Ms. Photogenic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Brazil - I forgot her name : I like her answer, she's so smart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. USA- Rachel Smith-: haha :)) she's cute. She's like Miriam Quiambao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Thailand- she's so pretty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. India- I like the way she looks. Her face isnt the typical Indian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Im such a fan girl. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch &lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com/delegates/2007/files/KR-05.23.07-001v.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if you want to see the photos of the contestants click &lt;a href="http://www.missuniverse.com/index2.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIYO MORI &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt;MISS UNIVERSE® 2007 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;!-- begin content--&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;p&gt;What started as her grandmother's premonition became a reality for Riyo Mori on May 28th, 2007. At the Auditorio Nacional in Mexico City, the Japanese beauty was crowned Miss Universe 2007 at the age of 20.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;A self-described "modern-day female samurai," Riyo prides herself on having a great sense of independence and self, "the traditional samurai spirit prizes composure, patience and a sense of justice. It is someone who fearlessly faces challenges with a strong will." Riyo definitely embodies an independent woman. By the age of 16, she left her home in Shizuoka, Japan to study abroad in Canada, eventually reaching New York at 19 years old. Through her travels and studies, Riyo has been able to master adapting to different environments, the importance of learning foreign languages and the need for intercultural understanding. When her host guardian in Canada was suffering from hearing loss, Riyo learned American Sign Language to communicate. This experience eventually led her to volunteer with Deaf children, working on art activities. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;A dancer and performer since the age of four, Riyo has spent most of her life focused on her craft. Her mother runs a dance school in their hometown, where Riyo first discovered her passion. She was literally surrounded by dance, where classes were held on the bottom level of their house. It wasn't long before she was traveling the world in pursuit of her career. Riyo studied at the Quinte Ballet School of Canada, the Radio City Rockettes' Summer Intensive and was also accepted to the Broadway Dance Center in New York, but ultimately turned down the offer when she realized she made it to the finals of Miss Japan. "Everything was prepared; I even had an apartment in New York. But having the chance to become Miss Universe was beyond any dream. I had to do it." &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;With the title of Miss Universe now under her belt, Riyo is as determined as ever. She aspires to become the first Japanese Radio City Rockette and will eventually open an international dance school in Tokyo, Japan. "My mother taught me that women can have it all. You donít have to choose between having a family or career, you can do both." Riyo intends on spreading this message of empowerment and independence to women all over the world, just as her mother has for her.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Riyo is also excited to start championing the official causes of MISS UNIVERSE®, which include increasing HIV/AIDS awareness by focusing on womenís health and reproductive issues and forging relationships with organizations committed to research and education, including the Latino Commission on AIDS, Global Health Council and Godís Love We Deliver.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;***and btw, Nina Garcia (Fashion Director of Elle Magazine) is one of the judges and also Ms. Dayanara Torres (former Ms. Universe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-4586550559886587725?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/4586550559886587725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=4586550559886587725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4586550559886587725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4586550559886587725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-long-sweet-summer.html' title='So Long Sweet Summer'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-1003211503601218686</id><published>2007-06-05T03:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T03:44:38.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Cheska</title><content type='html'>Today's the birthday of my sister, Francesca! I miss them!!Right now, Im YM-ing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Julie,Therese, Christine and I went to school to submit our UPCAT form #2. (CJ didnt submit it yesterday, I think she went to school a while ago) and we had a hard time answering and filling out the application form. (we even approached our guidance counselor just to make sure) Then T-ann and I went to MSA to check the result of my dry run exam. Then went to LSC because Julie's going to enroll there. While waiting for Julie, Christine and I went to National to buy folder/envelope for our upcat forms. I bought 2 (I know I should not have bought the other one) then went to Jollibee and CJ bought a soda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Greenhills afterwards, window shopped, ate lunch at Grilla, played at TimeZone  (btw, I got a pencil case), window shopping again and bought a DVD.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Grr. I was fooled by the vendor.He told me that complete na daw yung episodes dun sa season.  I hate those kind of people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,after that we went to Julie's crib. Magic Sing! haha :)) it was fun. We also ate ice cream. Julie's Bro, Rom is so cute and he is so funny. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that ends yesterday. haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I watched One Tree Hill (3 am in the morning) then went to bed and woke up at around 1pm. Then ate my breakfast/lunch,watched Project Runway (Jeffrey Sabella won. I also like Uli's designs) and The Search for The Next Doll (Ugh. I hate Asia. Melissa should be the winner, not Asia- I really hate her) . Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-1003211503601218686?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/1003211503601218686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=1003211503601218686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1003211503601218686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1003211503601218686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-birthday-cheska.html' title='Happy Birthday Cheska'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-8639464378542201877</id><published>2007-06-03T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T00:19:49.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss them</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Mom,Dad,Cheska and Erika left for Saudi a few hours ago. I'm gonna miss them so much. I know that there are times that I am not at my best, but still I love them. There's no one to talk to here in our house and Im too lazy to clean my room. (Btw, my room is a bit messy). I managed not to drop a single tear while saying goodbye. ( I dont want them to know im crying). But I think they knew that I cried. Oh well,I am lonely again. I dont want to go to school. Well, summer is finally over.I am really looking forward for the summer next year. Hope that next year would be a blast . :) I also hope that this school year will be the best one since this is my last year in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom,Dad,Cheska,Erika:  I know they wont be able to read this but I want them to know that I am sorry and I love them so much, and I miss them. I promise that I'll study harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;I cant believe that I'm already in 4th year and I cant believe I'm going to college next school year!! I'm excited, but I'm still not sure what course I am going to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note  to self: Start saving money for my Europe trip. (hehe) and for my shopping spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh! I forgot to watch 3 episodes of One Tree Hill. I must buy the  DVD SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration. I want to write but I cant find inspiration. I need one. I'll read more books, maybe I'll find more inspiration and because I dont know what will I write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask my mom ( a while ago) if she could buy me Zara, Topshop for Kate Moss, Debenhams etc. clothes, chanel perfume and bags and she told me she's going to buy me. Yey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-8639464378542201877?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/8639464378542201877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=8639464378542201877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8639464378542201877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8639464378542201877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-miss-them.html' title='I miss them'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-7617703526777867586</id><published>2007-06-01T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T05:54:00.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Hair</title><content type='html'>I went to the salon a while ago with mom,dad,bro and erika. Had a haircut. :) Im loving my new hair. My hair is Victoria Beckam-ish/Victoria Beckham inspired. My new hairstyle is way better than the old ones. My hair is short but it is chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im lonely. My parents and 2 sisters are going to leave this sunday &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na.&lt;/span&gt;I'll miss them.I want them to stay here&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; pa. &lt;/span&gt;I should not have fought with my sister (Cheska) before. Im gonna miss them soo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I got 3 free  movie tickets for the movie Meet The Robinsons. Haha :)) Im so happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I wish Im taller. A lot of people think Im a kid. FYI : Im already 16 and Im in 4th year high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to save more money . I want to buy more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chance Chanel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coco Mademoiselle Perfume&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gucci Envy Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ralph Lauren Hot and A LOT MORE TO COME&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chanel,LV,Dior,D&amp;G,Christian Lacroix,Fendi,Gucci,Prada,Marc Jacobs, Hermes,Versace,Roberto Cavalli,BCBG Max Azria,Chloe etc. shoes,bags,fragrances,clothes,eyewear,accessories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Zara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Topshop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debenhams&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tomato&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guess&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forever21&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Eagle Outfitters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NafNaf&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fiorucci&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jimmy Choo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christian Louboutin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lisa Kline&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kitson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;H&amp;amp;M&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claire's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roxy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Billabong&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aeropostale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;LeSportSac TokiDoki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cartier&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chopard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Co.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baby Phat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;more to COME&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SOON&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; err. I have to fix this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-7617703526777867586?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/7617703526777867586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=7617703526777867586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7617703526777867586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7617703526777867586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-hair.html' title='New Hair'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-7895439388789631745</id><published>2007-05-30T06:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T06:44:25.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Undecided</title><content type='html'>Ms. Japan was crowned Miss Universe 2007. Yey! Im so happy for her. Thank God, an Asian won. Although Ms. Anna Theresa Licaros didnt win Ms. Universe, I am still proud of her for winning Ms. Photogenic. (btw, i just found out that Ms. Licaros is a teacher at Expert Guides)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I am still undecided. I dont know what course I am going to take for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nursing (PreMed) : Hello Meredith Grey. Hello Dr. House&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Broadcast Communication: Hello CNN. Hello Vanessa Minnillo. Hello Entertainment Tonight&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Journalism : Hello Anna Wintour. Hello Vogue. Hello Elle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;European Studies : Hello Europe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;grr. I dunno what am I going to  write. No inspiration. Ill try to write/make a decent entry when I am not lazy. I will try to find an inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grr#2 Ill miss my parents and my 2 sisters!! :( See you next year.*their flight is on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Europe!! I cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still sick. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26:Metal mouth.. NOT ANYMORE.  cant wait for my retainers. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-7895439388789631745?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/7895439388789631745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=7895439388789631745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7895439388789631745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7895439388789631745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/still-undecided.html' title='Still Undecided'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-1218131655218499971</id><published>2007-05-26T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T04:13:50.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Get There too</title><content type='html'>Ive been wanting to act and model since I was a little kid. I want to be an actress. I know Ill never be a model because I am too small for my age (hey, i am only 5") but im still hoping.My cousins and I used to imitate those people we see on tv and I used to play dress ups.Last night, I read an article in Teen Vogue about people who want to be famous. Jeniffer Hudson, for instance.She was eliminated in American Idol but that didn't stop her from doing what she wants. Now, she's an academy award winning actress and she's the cover of Vogue(I forgot what issue). Acting has been my passion since I dont know when. Acting is my only talent. I know I want to be an actress. I want to live a glamorous life. Ive never been on the spotlight. I joined a theatre guild in our school but Im not happy there because I dont have any close friends there. *im about to quit* but whatever. Acting will always remain as my passion. "Someday, I'll be BIG" I'll be glamorous someday.. SOON. Who knows, someday, I'll be an Oscar Winner. ;) and a supermodel. Or maybe I'll be a Tony award winning actress(though Im not gifted with a good singing voice) Haha :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-1218131655218499971?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/1218131655218499971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=1218131655218499971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1218131655218499971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1218131655218499971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/ill-get-there-too.html' title='I&apos;ll Get There too'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-4114490508992701711</id><published>2007-05-25T06:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T06:15:49.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I in the future?</title><content type='html'>Julie and I went to school a while ago to pay for my transcript and to get her UP application. (Btw, I got mine before) .  So yeah, after that, Julie and I went to Gateway,window shopped and then went to Starbucks. I bought Caramel Frappuccino ( I should not have bought one. Haha :))) then came T-ann . Yeah, so we talked about stuff and our "future" we waited for Christine there too.Then ate lunch at Shakey's and window shopped too. haha :)) twas super fun hanging out with them. Ill miss this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of the courses that I want to take in college. I am still undecided&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;BS Nursing (PreMed)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BA Journalism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BA Broadcast Communication&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BS Business Administration&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BS Biology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;BA European Languages&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a course that has something to do with advertising/magazines[fashion]&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; and here's a list of my "target" as i call it college:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;UP Diliman&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UP Manila&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ateneo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;DLSU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UA&amp;amp;P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;St Paul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;UCLA&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Harvard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Princeton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yale&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; Yay!! I am really nervous. Haha :)) Hope that Ill pass. :) I really want to get into a good college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More clothes for me!! I need to save money. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to study French and Italian!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy more designer clothes and bags and shoes and accessories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My collection:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;magazines&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;perfume/designer perfumes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;clothes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bags&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;accessories&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;make up and other beauty products&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gadgets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; SO that means I need to save money for my collection and for my Europe trip. Haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;At some point, I m feeling a little bit insecure. I know all of us has/have one. But yeah. I really dont know. I dont want to blab it here. Id like to keep some things private.okay. enough drama. I hate drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-4114490508992701711?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/4114490508992701711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=4114490508992701711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4114490508992701711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4114490508992701711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/who-am-i-in-future.html' title='Who am I in the future?'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-8086516069612632874</id><published>2007-05-24T03:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T03:21:27.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sober</title><content type='html'>3 of my loved ones celebrated their birthdays this week(Dessa,Abbie and Kim) . I didnt go to Dess' party because my parents didnt allow me.It sucks. Haha. Last Tuesday, our family went to Nueva Ecija and Pampanga. After that, I went to Abbie's fun party and yeah I got  drunk and I slept at her crib too. (I cant go home drunk)  Haha :)) The next day, yesterday, we went to Kim's party. It was okay. haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's just 2 or 3 weeks away. I still don't want to go to school. But I don't want to be stuck here bumming. I have to do something productive. Im not yet finish answering/filling out the UPCAT form and the deadline is on June 15!! I must study. Haha :)) im too lazy to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant make a decent blog entry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-8086516069612632874?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/8086516069612632874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=8086516069612632874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8086516069612632874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8086516069612632874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/sober.html' title='Sober'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6171926923161660126</id><published>2007-05-19T20:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T20:56:49.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>Friday: twas the last day of our MSA review classes. :(First, we had our dry run and whoa. It was really hard. Especially Math. Since I didnt eat breakfast,it was hard answering the questions while your stomach is empty. Then came lunch, first we(me,dessa,karen,kate,keiko,truds) went to Mcdo, but there were alot of people there so we went to shakeys instead. Went back to MSA and yeah, we were late, so we had a different classroom and i didnt see him. Our classroom was like a detention class because the room is super small and super cold. Super FUN. I met new friends!! haha :)) took a lot of pictures. After that,went to Eastwood with Karen,Dessa,Truds. I had fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so stupid. I let him go. I missed the opportunity. Now I wont see him again na. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6171926923161660126?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6171926923161660126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6171926923161660126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6171926923161660126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6171926923161660126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-2513387702996009595</id><published>2007-05-16T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T01:35:04.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>i will wait for you</title><content type='html'>MSA day 10. Friday is our last day . :( Ill miss him. I am so stupid enough.Make your move, boy. Ill wait for you :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our last lesson today in Math is pretty hard. I cant solve without scanning my notes. Also in Science, discussed about Physics. twas kinda hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-2513387702996009595?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/2513387702996009595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=2513387702996009595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2513387702996009595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2513387702996009595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-will-wait-for-you.html' title='i will wait for you'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-5513551105740832354</id><published>2007-05-16T00:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:44:22.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>To Die For Bags</title><content type='html'>There's more to come.. 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But Id love to take the risk.Also, after my review, my family and I had lunch to celebrate Mother's day. After that, my Mom bought 3 pairs of shoes. Yeah, I was really exhausted. (wearing a 3 inch wedge for 4 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this dress at an online store and the dress is really gorgeous. Yay!! I have to buy one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mom, Dad, please pumunta kayo sa bank ngayon and deposit yung money. PLEASE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;I may not be with him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;, but he's still my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;. He's still the one thing worth holding onto. The true test of love is no matter how long you two go without talking, He will always find a way back into your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;No matter how hard you try to forget him, you can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;It's the little things that mean the most, but breaks your heart all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;. It's those times when a song comes on &amp; immediately you cry missing him, wanting him, needing him. Just wishing he thinks about you, &amp;amp; he has never forgotten the memories you two have, means everything. Just the small thought that maybe, just maybe there might be an "us". Give you the strength to hold on that much longer. You never realize how much you love something until you lose it. &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 10px; color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;You're the only one of the lucky ones if you get it back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-7096677727017090145?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/7096677727017090145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=7096677727017090145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7096677727017090145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7096677727017090145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/risks.html' title='Risks'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6719097132908435404</id><published>2007-05-12T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T05:46:42.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26 Things That A Perfect Guy Would Do</title><content type='html'>26 Things That A&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Guy Would Do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Know how to make you smile when you&lt;br /&gt;are down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to secretly smell your hair, but&lt;br /&gt;you always notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stick up for you, but still respects&lt;br /&gt;your independence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Give you the remote control during&lt;br /&gt;the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Come up behind you and put his arms&lt;br /&gt;around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. His hands always find yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Be cute when he really wants&lt;br /&gt;something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 . Offer you plenty of massages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Dance with you, even if he feels&lt;br /&gt;like a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Never run out of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Be funny, but know how to be&lt;br /&gt;serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Realize he's being funny when he&lt;br /&gt;needs to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Be patient when you take forever&lt;br /&gt;to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. React so cutely when you hit him&lt;br /&gt;and it actually hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Plans a romantic date full of&lt;br /&gt;cheesy things he wouldn't normally like&lt;br /&gt;to do, just because he knows it means a&lt;br /&gt;lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Help others out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Drive 5 hours just to see you for&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Always gives you a peck on the&lt;br /&gt;cheek when you depart from each others&lt;br /&gt;company, even when his friends are&lt;br /&gt;watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Sing, even if he can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Have a creative sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Call for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Quit smoking, chewing, drinking, or&lt;br /&gt;drugs - just because he loves u that&lt;br /&gt;much to quit it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6719097132908435404?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6719097132908435404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6719097132908435404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6719097132908435404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6719097132908435404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/26-things-that-perfect-guy-would-do.html' title='26 Things That A Perfect Guy Would Do'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-5491529435798865389</id><published>2007-05-11T02:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T02:47:27.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>No Fear</title><content type='html'>There's an episode in One Tree Hill where Peyton is about to say her feelings to Lucas. His brother, Derek told her to take the risk and tell her feelings to lucas. I remember the line "NO FEAR".Yeah , Id love to take the risk but  I dont know whats going to happen if i tell him that I love him. and I want to approach him and talk to him. Okay, ill introduce myself to him. Will I take the risk??? &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-5491529435798865389?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/5491529435798865389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=5491529435798865389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/5491529435798865389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/5491529435798865389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-fear.html' title='No Fear'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6570689588052185729</id><published>2007-05-11T00:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T00:46:13.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Of You</title><content type='html'>My Blog entry for May9,2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSA day 5. I love this day. This is one of the happiest moments . Haha :)) He really made me smile. I mean, I cant help but smile whenever I see him. I think im in love with YOU!!, Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, Today, I arrived at MSA at around 7 am. Hahaha. I brought chocolates and datebars. I really want to talk to him but I dont know how to approach him. 3 more days. :(( I dont want this to end pa,Id/Ill definitely miss him. I mean I don't want the review thing to end without me getting to know him and talking to him. Help.!! sana maging "close" naman kami and magusap kami. and i dont want to make the first move. I want him to make the first move &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6570689588052185729?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6570689588052185729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6570689588052185729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6570689588052185729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6570689588052185729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/pictures-of-you.html' title='Pictures Of You'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-9129943243548554315</id><published>2007-05-06T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T23:10:38.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at first sight</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, we went to Mall of Asia and after that went to NAIA to fetch Daddy. After that, we went to Duty Free and bought lots of stuff and I bought a perfume. Miss Dior Cherie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new crush. His name is Ron and he is my classmate at MSA. Ron reminds me of *HIM* sigh.  Is he my real life Chase? If I would look at him would he look at me too? I like him. Is it possible for him to like me back?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Kanina, he was infront of me and he keeps on looking at me  He doesnt even know that I noticed him looking at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to MSA a while ago. We discussed Biology and Geometry and then we had quizzes and twas really difficult. I promise Id do better next meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to watch Spider Man 3. I am so excited!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-9129943243548554315?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/9129943243548554315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=9129943243548554315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/9129943243548554315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/9129943243548554315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-at-first-sight.html' title='Love at first sight'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-155855601534397207</id><published>2007-05-04T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T23:16:06.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Spree</title><content type='html'>MSA day 3. I wore a dress. After that,we went shopping again and I splurged on clothes. I bought two pairs of shoes. I bought a pair of wedge/wedges and a pair of hot flats. It was really fun but i was really exhausted because i wore heels and we shopped for 6 hours. So how was that.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I have to go now because Im going to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before that, youve got to check this out : Click &lt;a href="http://meez.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-155855601534397207?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/155855601534397207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=155855601534397207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/155855601534397207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/155855601534397207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/shopping-spree.html' title='Shopping Spree'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-2283862958176530316</id><published>2007-05-03T01:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T01:12:59.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nose bleed</title><content type='html'>Ive been answering this homework for hours!. Our assignments are so damn hard. I have to study hard and practice more. I should learn how to manage my time answering each question, this is because college entrace exams like UPCAT have time limits. (ie. 25 items in 5 minutes) and I cant even answer 5 questions in 5 minutes. So yeah, I really have to work hard on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A while ago, I gave my sister Cheska, my niece Denise and my cousin Abby makeovers. and they all looked good. We also had a photoshoot. Actually the makeover and photoshoot are just results of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom bought a new cellphone. N93!! im lovin it though its not mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-2283862958176530316?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/2283862958176530316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=2283862958176530316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2283862958176530316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2283862958176530316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/nose-bleed.html' title='Nose bleed'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-5376293195773597677</id><published>2007-05-02T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T02:05:37.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was good at algebra</title><content type='html'>I arrived at Mcdo at around 6 am. I ate breakfast there, then went to MSA at around 7am. We had Science and Math class. We discussed General Science in Science and Algebra in Math. and of course we had quizzes. I got 1 low score in Science and I wasnt able to finish the quiz in Math. Yeah, I should practice more because Im too slow solving for the equation. Time pressure. Waah. Yeah, after that,had lunch at Mcdo. I really want to go to California. Damn, I miss California!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched One Tree Hill yesterday. Chase (Stephen - Laguna Beach) is so HOT. Nathan is also HOT. Haha :)) One Tree Hill is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from yesterday's episode: Resolve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase&lt;/b&gt;: So, I was thinking since you said you can tutor me in calculus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: I did. But what's in it for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase&lt;/b&gt;: Well, I can feed you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: Like a monkey in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase&lt;/b&gt;: Feed you like a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: That sounds nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase&lt;/b&gt;: How about tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Nathan enters the weight room)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan&lt;/b&gt;: So how naked do we have to get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Skills laughs)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills&lt;/b&gt;: See I knew you would come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(walks inside)&lt;/i&gt; Did the closet explode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haley:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(tries to zipper up the dress)&lt;/i&gt; Oh... How do I look in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan:&lt;/b&gt; Is there a right answer to that question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haley:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(gets frustrated, flings a dress to the ground)&lt;/i&gt; Well none of my dresses fit anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan:&lt;/b&gt; Baby, you're... you're pregnant! They're not supposed to fit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: What do virgins talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mouth&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(Sarcastically)&lt;/i&gt; Oh, we like rainbows and kittens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase&lt;/b&gt;: But I wouldn't call you cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase&lt;/b&gt;: More like.. beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;(about the record Skills wants to borrow)&lt;/i&gt; So what do you guys need this music for anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills:&lt;/b&gt; Well, me and Nathan.. Let's just say we entered a dance contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton:&lt;/b&gt; Wait.. Nathan Scott?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Skills nods&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton:&lt;/b&gt; No way. What aren't you telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills:&lt;/b&gt; Let's just say you gotta show some skin to win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton:&lt;/b&gt; You guys are stripping?! Shut up! Please can I tell Lucas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills:&lt;/b&gt; Better than that.. Why don't you tell some girls, because the way he move we're gonna need all the home cooking we can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Hey blondie.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Kisses Peyton&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: It's gonna be a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton&lt;/b&gt;: It really is, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;i&gt;Peyton smiles, and kisses Lucas&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: Did you do something slutty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;: Let's just say I started the morning off with a bang.            =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haley&lt;/b&gt;: You know what, it's ok. I'll just, I'll go and I'll be pregnant and gimpy and um, you know most likely wearing sweat pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, Hey, you'll look great in anything ok.  It's alright.  Uh except maybe that dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; Mouth, why won't Chase talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mouth:&lt;/b&gt; Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; Chase, the new guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mouth:&lt;/b&gt; Another new guy!? GREAT! (sarcastically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chase:&lt;/b&gt; Your heart is beating really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke:&lt;/b&gt; Is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Happy looks good on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah? I feel like I'm living in an Air Supply song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Well, if we're gonna go 80s, I'm more of a Van Halen fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton&lt;/b&gt;: No, it's just...everything is better now. Pinks are pinker and blues are bluer and even my favorite foods taste yummier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Yummier?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton&lt;/b&gt;: Yummier. What's your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton&lt;/b&gt;: I'll tell you what, they probably taste so much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Well, if anyone can make a chocolate chip cookie taste better I'm sure it's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton&lt;/b&gt;: See? You are so feeling the love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Sure, anything for a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Lucas enters Karen's café)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt;: Hey, I almost didn't recognize you without Peyton attached to your hip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt;: Well, if it matters, I approve. You've had the biggest crush on her for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: Mom, guys don't have crushes. Just girls have crushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt;: What do guys have? The hots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(Really uncomfortable)&lt;/i&gt; The hots. Seriously, where do you come up with this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Karen&lt;/b&gt;: My point is, that I am very happy that the two of you have finally found each other.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills&lt;/b&gt;: So, how's everything going with you and Lucas? I mean, are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peyton&lt;/b&gt;: I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Skills&lt;/b&gt;: That's my girl. You know, love sometimes don't really make sense. I mean, look at me and Bevin. But you two make sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brooke&lt;/b&gt;: Check me out, I'm a smart virgin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;: Great, you're the new Mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(voiceover)&lt;/i&gt; Happiness comes in many forms. In the company of good friends, in the feeling you get when you make someone else’s dreams come true, or in a promise of hope renewed. It’s OK to let yourself be happy, because you never know how fleeting that happiness might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rachel&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(About her "Clean Teen" T-shirt)&lt;/i&gt; This shirt is like a guy magnet. I’ve never gotten so much attention with my clothes on.         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lucas&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;i&gt;(voiceover)&lt;/i&gt; Sometimes pain becomes such a huge part of your life that you expect it to always be there, because you can’t remember a time in your life when it wasn’t. But then one day you feel something else. Something that feels wrong only because it’s so unfamiliar, and in that moment you realize you’re happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-5376293195773597677?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/5376293195773597677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=5376293195773597677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/5376293195773597677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/5376293195773597677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-good-at-algebra.html' title='I was good at algebra'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-890510603842069989</id><published>2007-04-30T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:32:55.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Addiction</title><content type='html'>Im totally inLOVE with Fashion. I really really love Fashion. I want to buy MORE CLOTHES. Yeah. Note to myself: Save more money so that I could buy lots of clothes. Ill post My Fashion Wishlist soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-890510603842069989?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/890510603842069989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=890510603842069989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/890510603842069989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/890510603842069989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/fashion-addiction.html' title='Fashion Addiction'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-8645366638556520665</id><published>2007-04-30T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T03:41:59.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st day at MSA</title><content type='html'>My first day at MSA was okay. We had a diagnostic test so I went home at 5pm. Yeah. Whole day. Dessa wore a dress. I swear that I'd wear more girly outfits because seriously, Dessa told me that I look like a lesbian because of my new hair. No. I dont want that. I AM A GIRLY GIRL. I am a glamour girl/ SO yeah, ill wear dress this wednesday or this week. With the outfit im wearing a while ago, I looked like a UP student. haha. because im wearing jeans and i think the backpack made me looked like a UP student. haha :)) i hope that ill pass the UPCAT. Okay, enough of that. A while ago, after the lunch break, we had math and english class. We discussed ratio and proportion in Math and had a quiz and vocabulary in English and had 2 seatworks and a quiz. We have homework. :| yay!! I should buy  ADOBE PHOTOSHOP SOON!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-8645366638556520665?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/8645366638556520665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=8645366638556520665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8645366638556520665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8645366638556520665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/1st-day-at-msa.html' title='1st day at MSA'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-4423208520681186059</id><published>2007-04-29T05:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T05:13:58.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quit or stay</title><content type='html'>I am really confused right now. Will I quit or will i stay in Banaag? A lot of people are telling me that I should quit because it takes a lot of my time. They'd say I should focus more on my studies as this will be my last year in high school so that i would get into a good college. Making my own decisions is really hard. Especially this one. I really love theatre and that's my passion. On the other hand, I dont have close friends there. I dont really socialize that much in Banaag and I need to focus more on my studies. Please, God give me a good sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the start of my review. This mean less slacking and less doing nonsense stuff and more studying. This also means my summer is about to end. (not your summer, my summer). I have decided that I will take nursing as my course. Yeah, nursing is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-4423208520681186059?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/4423208520681186059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=4423208520681186059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4423208520681186059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4423208520681186059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/quit-or-stay.html' title='Quit or stay'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-7739525147135625372</id><published>2007-04-26T05:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T05:01:55.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fontana</title><content type='html'>went to Fontana yesterday and went home today. it was fun. The place is great and the house that we checked in is so cute. Had fun. My other relatives were there too. we went to Fontana to celebrate Erika Maxene's 3rd birthday and Tita Emma's 50th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, my review starts next week. Im not excited. But I hope this review will help. I really want to study in a good college. cant believe that I am already doing this, I mean college. A few years from now, im going to work. Im going to earn my own money. I have to study hard because what we are talking about is my future. My dream and I cant even decide which course am I going to take. I also want to study abroad. Its my dream too. But I dont know how am I going to say it to my parents and I now theyve been really working hard and I dont want them to worry about my tuition (because if I study in the US, my parents would spent P1M a year and I dont even know if I am going to get a scholarship because Im not really that smart.) I really want to go to US!! or anywhere in Europe. Its been years since the last time Im in a foreign country. I really miss that. My dad asked me what are my plans for my debut and I told him I dont want to throw a party, I told him I want to go to Europe, US and tour around the world. Travelling around the world is one of my dreams. I am really hoping for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-7739525147135625372?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/7739525147135625372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=7739525147135625372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7739525147135625372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7739525147135625372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/fontana.html' title='Fontana'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-105479815822454514</id><published>2007-04-24T06:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T06:12:12.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>we will go to Fontana tomorrow!! Yehey!! im so excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I watched Prince and Me. I really loved that movie. Luke Mably is so hot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched Kids of America but I didnt finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enrollment day today[MC and MSA]. My mom enrolled me at MSA. My review will start next Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched One Tree Hill. Brooke and Rachel joined Clean Teen =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently watching E! News. Haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-105479815822454514?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/105479815822454514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=105479815822454514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/105479815822454514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/105479815822454514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-8677959034886621456</id><published>2007-04-21T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:59:24.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not a bum</title><content type='html'>I find it hard to blog these days. I am really bored. I need to go to Europe or LA. Please. I really want to go there. Its not good for me to stay here and do nothing but internet. These past few days I have been thinking what course am I going to take. They want me to take Nursing [i guess its okay] But I want to be a Hollywood actress/Broadway actress. I want to study in UCLA. and I want to work in US. I also want to be a magazine editor. waaah. Help me decide. Deciding isnt fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday, went to Eastwood with Liana, Liana's sister, Abbie,Norman,Therese. It was fun and at the same time boring. Haha. watched The Bloomfields.then went home. Mom and I fought again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Went to MC to return Kamae's 20k earrings that I used[Prom]&lt;br /&gt;My sister's 3rd birthday. It was okay, I guess. Our relatives were here. We are going to celebrate her birthday at fontana on the 25th. Yehey . Im super excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Tita Fely's bday. Stayed at home and ate Yellow cab pizza. Yum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I found myself not doing anything again. Bumming&lt;br /&gt;My Lola and Lolo's Bday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Still using the Internet. Went to Daniel's baptism. Stardolling and ElleGirl. OH SO BORING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot, Prince William and Kate Middleton broke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-8677959034886621456?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/8677959034886621456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=8677959034886621456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8677959034886621456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8677959034886621456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-not-bum.html' title='i am not a bum'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-1630629121182025212</id><published>2007-04-16T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T04:31:39.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so boring</title><content type='html'>my summer is oh so boring. I want to go to LA. I miss LA. I miss Beverly Hills. I could live there. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a yb. 4 months no yb :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I didnt go to Puerto Galera because I was sick. Boo hoo. Stayed in my room and watched tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... BUMMING( watch TV, ate snacks, breakfast,lunch,dinner, took a bath,slept)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mom and I went to the mall and went to the salon. Haha. My hair is really short like Sarah's (ANTM cycle 6) hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;went to Rockwell and splurged on clothes and bags. spent 12,000 bucks (sa clothes ko lang). haha. But im not going to wear these clothes this summer(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i mean kapag nagreview classes)&lt;/span&gt;. Haha.  After that, went to Sta Lu and I saw&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;bum. bum. bum. Mom and I fought because she thought that I stole her oh so expensive Cartier bangles and I swear I didnt steal those bangles.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kasi nawala eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Went to Tita Emma's house. Tita Chenet was there too so we bought cheap accessories from her and spent 4k. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday(Today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I found myself reading books. Geom book. Haha. Im really really bored. Watched OTH,ANTM and FashionTv. Gina got/was eliminated and Jade is sooooo mean. Haha&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1458162638818365803-1630629121182025212?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/1630629121182025212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=1630629121182025212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1630629121182025212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1630629121182025212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-so-boring.html' title='oh so boring'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-829838642328264504</id><published>2007-04-12T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T04:00:26.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New addiction</title><content type='html'>I havent been blogging these past few days because i have a new addiction! &lt;a href="http://stardoll.com/"&gt;Stardoll&lt;/a&gt;! This site is uber cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Nueva Ecija and Pampanga to celebrate Easter Sunday.I didnt go to Puerto Galera last Tuesday because my mom didnt want me to. actually she wants me, but its too late because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last minute ko na sinabi sa kanya. &lt;/span&gt;haha.  New haircut for me!! My hair is super short!! Bought Ugly Betty Season 1 today. Yehey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and my mom got my card. I got a C in Geom :| sucks. but at least i passed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not bored and I am not a bum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-829838642328264504?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/829838642328264504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=829838642328264504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/829838642328264504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/829838642328264504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-addiction.html' title='New addiction'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6973232386015560534</id><published>2007-04-05T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T22:15:51.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Duty Free</title><content type='html'>My Mom and sisters are finally here. Im so happy. They arrived at the airport at around 4? im not really sure. But Im so happy that they're here. My dad will arrive here in the Phils. next month. cant wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we went to Duty Free to buy chocolates and others stuffs and had dinner there and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pasalubongs na&lt;/span&gt;. Yehey. My mom bought me lots of nice stuffs like... haha :)) My brother is so unfair. He shouldnt have bought the bag because he already has one.He finally got his digicam. So unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Chanel bag. Yes, I want to buy one. And I want lots of designer clothes too and lots of jewelries too. Tee hee. I want to go to Paris or anywhere in Europe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6973232386015560534?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6973232386015560534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6973232386015560534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6973232386015560534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6973232386015560534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/duty-free.html' title='Duty Free'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-7460425771536985556</id><published>2007-04-04T02:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T04:07:44.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams</title><content type='html'>T-ann and I were having a little chat about what are our plans this summer. My plans this summer are: college entrance exam review/SAT review, banaag workshop and abs cbn workshop. Then we talked about our plans for college. Then the word dream popped into my mind/head. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little kid, I dreamed about being an actress, it is my ultimate dream. I want to live a glamourous life, having everything you want. Acting is my passion and I love performing, doing what I can do and sharing it to the whole world, because when you're on stage, you forget everything. That's what I like about performing. I want to be a Hollywood actress or a Broadway actress. I want people to remember me of who i am and what i love. I want to win an Oscar or a Tony. Hehe and of course, i want to be rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also dream of being a model because I just love being dolled up but its impossible for me being model because Im not tall. :( but I do have the model's size. Haha. Its nice to dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to be a doctor. I want to save other people's lives though I cant save mine :(. kk. Yeah, but this isnt my ultimate dream. Haha. I dont want to wait for 10 years to study medicine. But yeah. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to be a designer. I want to have my own label, and I want to see people wearing my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business woman: I want to build an "empire". Yeah, I want to own a company. Haha and I want it to be a successful ones. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. I am really bored. I want to go to US. California, baby. I want to go to the beach. I also want to go shopping. Ive been stuck in this house for 3 days. Somebody save me. I am really bored. I hate being a bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 12 nn. Watched the telly. ETC and FashionTV are my heroes. Then ate lunch. Ate &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;merienda. &lt;/span&gt;Surfed the net. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-7460425771536985556?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/7460425771536985556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=7460425771536985556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7460425771536985556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7460425771536985556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/dreams.html' title='dreams'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6002671776692212335</id><published>2007-04-02T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:11:50.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion Week</title><content type='html'>Dessa and I went to Philippine Fashion Week yesterday at Glorietta. We arrived there at around 5.30 and a lot of people were there. I saw a couple of celebrities. The designers were great!! I love their designs. We weren't able to finish the fashion show because we/they got bored so we went window shopping and had our (Dessa and I) pictures taken. Then had dinner at Mcdonalds and went to Starbucks afterwards. Then slept/ sleepover at Dessa's. Had fun there too. Watched One Tree Hill and Dessa made a layout but she didnt use it. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess Hours is &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Another blog = boredom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6002671776692212335?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6002671776692212335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6002671776692212335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6002671776692212335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6002671776692212335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/fashion-week.html' title='Fashion Week'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-4380240246012090375</id><published>2007-03-30T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:10:48.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Movie Script Ending: Yellow Promenade</title><content type='html'>Last night was a blast. Haha. Thanks to those who made my prom a memorable one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at Makati ShangRi-La at around 4.30 pm. I was so early, I was waiting at the lobby for 10 minutes, so i texted Trish and asked her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung ano &lt;/span&gt;room number  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nila.  &lt;/span&gt;I went there, room 630. I love their room[Which btw cost about 16k] haha. I also saw Golda and Diane there. I had my hair and make-up done at Xperts salon. While waiting, I took a lot of pictures. Vain pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to the lobby and I saw Julie and her date, L.A.[he's gay but he is HOT] He's nice. I also saw Maui and her date, Dwayne[her cousin] he is HOT too. haha. Then I saw Abbie and Jema, we hanged out at the lobby. Abbie and T-ann went to Rizal Ballroom as Jema and I were waiting for our dates. Finally, I saw him. At first I didnt approach him since Im not sure if he's that guy. Then I called him and he's my date. Haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nilagay niya &lt;/span&gt;corsage ko. I didnt buy a &lt;i&gt;boutonniere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;because I really didnt know that you have to give one for your date. After that, went to Rizal Ballroom and had our pictures taken. My date is so funny. But he's too busy hanging out with his gay friends{boy hunting}. Lots of things happened. But it was really fun. After the prom, we [except for Bryan and Meynard] went to Starbucks. haha. Maui was a little tipsy. It was fun hanging out with them. Haha. I like Dwayne. Hehe :)) Im so excited for next year: Gradball. I know who am I going to ask na!! hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-4380240246012090375?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/4380240246012090375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=4380240246012090375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4380240246012090375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4380240246012090375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/movie-script-ending-yellow-promenade.html' title='A Movie Script Ending: Yellow Promenade'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-3527470222620618407</id><published>2007-03-28T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:09:59.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow's the BIG day</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's the big day. Actually, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was &lt;/span&gt;excited. Shiz. Im not excited for the "big day" anymore.I dont know why, but its not because of my date, its just that.. okay i really dont know. and yeah. my teeth hurts. its&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate tooot. She's a user, she'll just call/text/approach me when she needs me, but when I need her I cant call/text/approach her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the dentist a while a go. Ouch. My teeth really hurts.I hate wearing braces.I used to love wearing braces, but after realizing that wearing braces is/are painful, I hate it. :( Anyway, after that, I went to the mall to buy Sally Hansen airbrush. I finally have one for tomorrows prom. Watched OTH season 4 ep. 1-6. haha. My brother bought the dvd for only 50 bucks. haha .soo cheap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;see,&lt;em&gt; there's this guy&lt;/em&gt;.. and when I met him,&lt;br /&gt;it was like.. like a shade going up in a dark room&lt;br /&gt;and light &lt;u&gt;suddenly&lt;/u&gt; pouring in. &lt;strong&gt;he understood me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a way that no one ever did or could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;falling &lt;em&gt;in love with him&lt;/em&gt; felt that way.&lt;br /&gt;I felt strange things going on inside me,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew that these weren't things&lt;br /&gt;I would &lt;strong&gt;recover from&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;these were changes that were shaping&lt;br /&gt;the way things were going to be,&lt;br /&gt;and I wouldn't &lt;u&gt;find out how&lt;/u&gt; until later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I know &lt;u&gt;I've never&lt;/u&gt; done the right thing,&lt;br /&gt;or said the right thing. &lt;em&gt;I know I act like a fool&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I know I said we'd be buddy-buddy friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but that wouldn't be true to my heart&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;A person can only &lt;em&gt;run from their feelings&lt;/em&gt; for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Before having to &lt;strong&gt;come to terms&lt;/strong&gt; with whats in their heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you fall in love with someone,&lt;br /&gt;because of &lt;em&gt;the tilt of his smile&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;or because &lt;strong&gt;he can make you laugh&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;or in this case, because he made you believe,&lt;br /&gt;you were &lt;u&gt;the one&lt;/u&gt; who could save him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;i &lt;em&gt;bruise&lt;/em&gt; like a peach. i &lt;strong&gt;mumble&lt;/strong&gt; when i speak.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in the gutter looking at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;i've &lt;u&gt;always been&lt;/u&gt; in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;it feels like &lt;strong&gt;we just met&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday, and&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted to scream "&lt;em&gt;this can't be&lt;br /&gt;happening&lt;/em&gt;." please don't grow up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;without me&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;what would &lt;u&gt;you say&lt;/u&gt; if i told you..&lt;br /&gt;that i was completely, &lt;strong&gt;no doubt about it&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;absolutely...&lt;em&gt;in love with you&lt;/em&gt;?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;there's something i've been wanting to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for a long, long time&lt;/em&gt;. it's getting to the point&lt;br /&gt;where all i want..all i need, &lt;u&gt;is you&lt;/u&gt;. so join&lt;br /&gt;me for a kiss that we've both been wanting&lt;br /&gt;for&lt;strong&gt; longer than either of us&lt;/strong&gt; could even remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;imagine &lt;u&gt;a future moment&lt;/u&gt; in your life where all your&lt;br /&gt;dreams come true. you know, it's the greatest moment&lt;em&gt; in&lt;br /&gt;your life&lt;/em&gt; and you get to experience it with one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who's standing next to you&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;cause &lt;u&gt;i just have to&lt;/u&gt; tell you,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not so sure what i'd do without you.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's cold outside, but this late night&lt;br /&gt;is just&lt;em&gt;no fun without you&lt;/em&gt;, and i just wanted&lt;br /&gt;to say thanks; you're&lt;strong&gt; the only reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've smiled in days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;We are &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; to one another,&lt;br /&gt;We don’t need to say so, it’s just true.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it seem like &lt;strong&gt;we’re so close&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we form &lt;u&gt;one single complete&lt;/u&gt; person&lt;br /&gt;Rather than two of separate ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;you're &lt;strong&gt;the one memory&lt;/strong&gt; i wanted&lt;br /&gt;to keep in my heart, the one i could&lt;br /&gt;look back on and smile at myself that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someone like you&lt;/em&gt; liked me back,&lt;br /&gt;too bad &lt;u&gt;that will never&lt;/u&gt; happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car.&lt;u&gt; I hate it when you stare&lt;/u&gt;. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it...I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. &lt;strong&gt;I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry&lt;/strong&gt;. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. &lt;em&gt;Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;+10 Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-3527470222620618407?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/3527470222620618407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=3527470222620618407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3527470222620618407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3527470222620618407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/tomorrows-big-day.html' title='Tomorrow&apos;s the BIG day'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-3253619977346659531</id><published>2007-03-27T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:09:22.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I was &lt;u&gt;worried&lt;/u&gt; I &lt;b&gt;wouldn't &lt;/b&gt;be&lt;i&gt; good &lt;/i&gt;enough&lt;u&gt; for you&lt;/u&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;b&gt; that's why &lt;/b&gt;I&lt;i&gt; lied&lt;/i&gt;. That's &lt;i&gt;what scares me&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;not &lt;/b&gt;being &lt;i&gt;enough&lt;/i&gt;, not &lt;u&gt;smart enough&lt;/u&gt;, not &lt;b&gt;pretty enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;I'm &lt;u&gt;ready&lt;/u&gt; to be the girl I &lt;i&gt;used to&lt;/i&gt; be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The one &lt;/u&gt;who &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt; cried,&lt;br /&gt;never &lt;i&gt;got mad &lt;/i&gt;about &lt;u&gt;dumb&lt;/u&gt; things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;&lt;/i&gt; the&lt;i&gt; one girl &lt;/i&gt;who would &lt;b&gt;never&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;worry&lt;/u&gt; about being &lt;i&gt;in love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I think it is time I let you go, &lt;/b&gt;and that &lt;i&gt;is so hard to do /&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;because &lt;u&gt;some part &lt;/u&gt;of &lt;b&gt;me &lt;/b&gt;will &lt;i&gt;be in love &lt;/i&gt;with&lt;u&gt; you &lt;/u&gt;for the&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rest of my life&lt;/b&gt;, but the &lt;i&gt;((daydreaming)),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the&lt;b&gt; running &lt;/b&gt;in &lt;u&gt;place&lt;/u&gt;.....it's&lt;i&gt; not &lt;/i&gt;healthy. So &lt;b&gt;this is me&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;cutting &lt;/i&gt;the&lt;u&gt; cord&lt;/u&gt;. This is &lt;b&gt;me,&lt;/b&gt; doing what &lt;i&gt;I should have&lt;br /&gt;done eight months &lt;/i&gt;ago.....&lt;u&gt;saying goodbye&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;|3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm&lt;b&gt; letting go &lt;/b&gt;of&lt;i&gt; the past &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;u&gt;moving on.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;b&gt;realized&lt;/b&gt; what &lt;i&gt;I have &lt;/i&gt;isn't &lt;u&gt;that bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;and&lt;b&gt; I'm done worrying &lt;/b&gt;about &lt;i&gt;what's gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;It's time to&lt;b&gt; let you go&lt;/b&gt;. It's &lt;i&gt;time &lt;/i&gt;to &lt;u&gt;say&lt;/u&gt; goodbye. &lt;b&gt;No more excuses&lt;/b&gt;, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;more tears to cry. &lt;/u&gt;There's&lt;b&gt; been &lt;/b&gt;so &lt;i&gt;many changes&lt;/i&gt;. I've &lt;u&gt;been&lt;/u&gt; so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;confused.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All &lt;b&gt;along&lt;/b&gt; you &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;u&gt;one. &lt;/u&gt;All&lt;b&gt; the &lt;/b&gt;time&lt;i&gt; I never knew&lt;/i&gt;. I&lt;u&gt; want &lt;/u&gt;you&lt;b&gt; to &lt;/b&gt;be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're my best friend&lt;/b&gt;. But,&lt;b&gt; it's so hard &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;i&gt;let you go now&lt;/i&gt;, with &lt;u&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;that &lt;i&gt;could have been&lt;/i&gt;. I'll&lt;u&gt; always &lt;/u&gt;have &lt;b&gt;the memories&lt;/b&gt;. She'll &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; have &lt;b&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Because&lt;/b&gt; these&lt;i&gt; are &lt;/i&gt;my&lt;u&gt; last words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;And &lt;b&gt;this my last breath&lt;/b&gt;. I'd&lt;i&gt; give &lt;/i&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;everything &lt;/u&gt;if &lt;b&gt;there&lt;/b&gt; was &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have nothing left to prove,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;I will &lt;/u&gt;live &lt;b&gt;with &lt;/b&gt;my &lt;u&gt;regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I &lt;b&gt;would&lt;/b&gt; give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; you everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;if only there was something left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Yes, &lt;u&gt;you &lt;/u&gt;can &lt;b&gt;try&lt;/b&gt; to&lt;i&gt; get &lt;/i&gt;over &lt;u&gt;him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;i&gt;wash&lt;/i&gt; him &lt;b&gt;away&lt;/b&gt; with your &lt;u&gt;tears&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;b&gt;every&lt;/b&gt; girl&lt;i&gt; knows &lt;/i&gt;that&lt;b&gt; in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;bottom&lt;/u&gt; of your &lt;i&gt;heart&lt;/i&gt;, even &lt;b&gt;if it`s &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a &lt;b&gt;tiny&lt;/b&gt; part, he is &lt;u&gt;always&lt;/u&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;going to be &lt;i&gt;part&lt;/i&gt; of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;l i f e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;I&lt;b&gt; miss &lt;/b&gt;the &lt;i&gt;days &lt;/i&gt;you &lt;u&gt;held me&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;the days &lt;/b&gt;I&lt;i&gt; heard &lt;/i&gt;your &lt;u&gt;voice. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;i&gt; miss &lt;/i&gt;the &lt;u&gt;days&lt;/u&gt; you &lt;b&gt;were there&lt;/b&gt;. Us&lt;i&gt; falling &lt;/i&gt;apart &lt;u&gt;wasn't&lt;/u&gt; my&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;choice.&lt;/b&gt; I&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt; miss &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;the &lt;u&gt;days&lt;/u&gt; you&lt;i&gt; kissed &lt;/i&gt;me, and &lt;b&gt;the feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;we&lt;i&gt; used to show&lt;/i&gt;. But&lt;u&gt; most &lt;/u&gt;of all, &lt;b&gt;I miss the guy&lt;/b&gt; that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;I thought I used to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I've never understood &lt;/b&gt;the&lt;i&gt; reasoning &lt;/i&gt;for&lt;u&gt; someone &lt;/u&gt;to &lt;b&gt;"move on" &lt;/b&gt;from &lt;i&gt;a relationship&lt;/i&gt;. It's &lt;u&gt;not &lt;/u&gt;like &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; are&lt;i&gt; really &lt;/i&gt;going to&lt;u&gt; "move on", &lt;/u&gt;you&lt;b&gt; are &lt;/b&gt;just &lt;i&gt;trying&lt;/i&gt; to&lt;i&gt; tell &lt;/i&gt;&lt;u&gt;your heart&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;b&gt;stop thinking &lt;/b&gt;about&lt;i&gt; that person &lt;/i&gt;every&lt;u&gt; second &lt;/u&gt;of&lt;b&gt; every minute &lt;/b&gt;of&lt;i&gt; everyday &lt;/i&gt;until &lt;u&gt;it finally &lt;/u&gt;becomes &lt;b&gt;a routine &lt;/b&gt;and &lt;i&gt;you don't notice it anymore&lt;/i&gt;. That is, &lt;b&gt;until you see that person again&lt;/b&gt;, with &lt;u&gt;someone&lt;/u&gt; who &lt;i&gt;isn't&lt;/i&gt; you,&lt;b&gt; and &lt;/b&gt;then&lt;i&gt; you &lt;/i&gt;have &lt;u&gt;to remind &lt;/u&gt;yourself &lt;b&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So &lt;u&gt;maybe&lt;/u&gt; I was wrong in &lt;i&gt;thinking&lt;/i&gt; we were &lt;b&gt;meant to be&lt;/b&gt; &amp; that we were &lt;u&gt;made&lt;/u&gt; for each other. Maybe we were &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; supposed to fall in &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; the way we did. Hell, we &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; weren't even &lt;i&gt;supposed&lt;/i&gt; to &lt;u&gt;meet&lt;/u&gt; when we did, or &lt;b&gt;maybe&lt;/b&gt; we shouldn't have met &lt;i&gt;at all&lt;/i&gt;. But I &lt;u&gt;know&lt;/u&gt; this much, if we &lt;i&gt;aren't&lt;/i&gt; meant &lt;u&gt;to be&lt;/u&gt; I&lt;em&gt; don't&lt;/em&gt; know &lt;b&gt;why&lt;/b&gt; I can't seem to come to &lt;i&gt;terms&lt;/i&gt; of saying &lt;u&gt;goodbye&lt;/u&gt; to you. &lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; if we &lt;b&gt;weren't&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;fall&lt;/u&gt; in love then it was the most &lt;i&gt;beautiful&lt;/i&gt; mistake I’ve &lt;u&gt;ever&lt;/u&gt; made. And if I &lt;b&gt;hadn't&lt;/b&gt; have met you, I &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; wouldn't &lt;u&gt;be&lt;/u&gt; the&lt;b&gt; person &lt;/b&gt;I am &lt;u&gt;today&lt;/u&gt;. I &lt;b&gt;loved&lt;/b&gt; you with &lt;i&gt;everything&lt;/i&gt; I &lt;u&gt;had&lt;/u&gt; in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;It &lt;b&gt;may&lt;/b&gt; seem &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; the&lt;u&gt; wrong &lt;/u&gt;thing &lt;b&gt;to do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;but&lt;b&gt; you have &lt;/b&gt;to&lt;i&gt; forget &lt;/i&gt;about &lt;u&gt;the guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;who&lt;b&gt; f o r g o t &lt;/b&gt;about &lt;i&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;At &lt;i&gt;some point &lt;/i&gt;you&lt;b&gt; have &lt;/b&gt;to&lt;u&gt; realize &lt;/u&gt;that &lt;i&gt;he doesn't care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;and &lt;b&gt;you could &lt;/b&gt;be &lt;i&gt;missing &lt;/i&gt;out &lt;u&gt;on someone &lt;/u&gt;who &lt;b&gt;actually &lt;/b&gt;does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes &lt;/i&gt;a &lt;u&gt;person&lt;/u&gt; has to &lt;b&gt;let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;because&lt;i&gt; their heart &lt;/i&gt;is &lt;b&gt;just &lt;/b&gt;too &lt;u&gt;tired&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of &lt;b&gt;holding on&lt;/b&gt;. They'll &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;you &lt;/u&gt;though. &lt;b&gt;No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; hardest thing &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;let go &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;something &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;had. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;What &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;could've&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;happened &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;didn't. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;It’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; just &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; way &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;cookie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;crumbles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;This is my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;goodbye&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;I’ll never forget the way you made me smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond; font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Well,&lt;b&gt; I &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; let him go&lt;/b&gt;. The &lt;b&gt;guy &lt;/b&gt;who &lt;i&gt;treated&lt;/i&gt; me &lt;u&gt;awful&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;now,&lt;/b&gt; finally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;he realizes&lt;/i&gt; what &lt;u&gt;he threw away&lt;/u&gt;. But,&lt;b&gt; this time&lt;/b&gt;, I&lt;i&gt; finally &lt;/i&gt;have&lt;u&gt; the courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;to&lt;b&gt; stay &lt;/b&gt;away &lt;i&gt;from&lt;/i&gt; him and&lt;u&gt; just be myself&lt;/u&gt;. I&lt;b&gt; finally &lt;/b&gt;have &lt;i&gt;the courage &lt;/i&gt;to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm not coming back&lt;/i&gt;, you &lt;u&gt;realized &lt;/u&gt;too &lt;b&gt;late..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fuck &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; for&lt;b&gt; leading &lt;/b&gt;me &lt;i&gt;on&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you&lt;/i&gt; for &lt;u&gt;making me &lt;/u&gt;fall &lt;b&gt;for&lt;/b&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Fuck&lt;/u&gt; you for &lt;i&gt;being perfect &lt;/i&gt;in &lt;b&gt;my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Fuck you for &lt;i&gt;knowing&lt;/i&gt; what &lt;u&gt;to say&lt;/u&gt;, everytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fuck you&lt;/b&gt; for&lt;i&gt; trying &lt;/i&gt;to &lt;u&gt;spend&lt;/u&gt; time&lt;b&gt; with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fuck you&lt;/i&gt; for&lt;u&gt; making &lt;/u&gt;me &lt;b&gt;want you&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you for letting me go,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;you knew &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I &lt;i&gt;wanted&lt;/i&gt; to&lt;b&gt; stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I spent &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; many &lt;b&gt;nights&lt;/b&gt; thinking about &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;b&gt;heart&lt;/b&gt; spent &lt;u&gt;to &lt;/u&gt;many hours &lt;b&gt;missing&lt;/b&gt; you&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;u&gt;wasted&lt;/u&gt; my &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; being&lt;b&gt; with &lt;/b&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;now&lt;/b&gt; it's &lt;u&gt;time&lt;/u&gt; to &lt;i&gt;move&lt;/i&gt; on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't call me, &lt;/b&gt;don't &lt;i&gt;write, &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;u&gt;don't show up &lt;/u&gt;late &lt;b&gt;at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;You&lt;b&gt; know &lt;/b&gt;we&lt;i&gt; needed &lt;/i&gt;some &lt;u&gt;time&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;b&gt;space&lt;/b&gt;. So&lt;i&gt; now &lt;/i&gt;I &lt;u&gt;say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;the things I want to say.&lt;/b&gt; Sometimes&lt;i&gt; it’s better letting go &lt;/i&gt;this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;way.&lt;/b&gt; I'll&lt;u&gt; always &lt;/u&gt;know&lt;i&gt; deep &lt;/i&gt;in&lt;b&gt; my soul &lt;/b&gt;that &lt;u&gt;we really had&lt;br /&gt;so far to go. &lt;/u&gt;I've &lt;b&gt;given&lt;/b&gt; all &lt;i&gt;I've had to give &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;u&gt; now &lt;/u&gt;it’s &lt;b&gt;time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;for &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; to&lt;u&gt; live&lt;/u&gt;. And &lt;b&gt;I won'&lt;/b&gt;t look &lt;u&gt;back&lt;/u&gt; and&lt;i&gt; I won't regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;although&lt;/b&gt; it&lt;i&gt; hurts &lt;/i&gt;like&lt;u&gt; hell&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;b&gt;Someday I will forget you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I aint lookin back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm giving up &lt;/b&gt;on&lt;u&gt; loving &lt;/u&gt;you,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;i&gt;can't &lt;/i&gt;take &lt;b&gt;the pain &lt;/b&gt;you've &lt;u&gt;put &lt;/u&gt;me&lt;i&gt; through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Deep down &lt;/b&gt;I &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;the&lt;u&gt; feelings &lt;/u&gt;will &lt;b&gt;always &lt;/b&gt;be &lt;i&gt;there...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Maybe someday you'll actually care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Don't &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;ever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;come back &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;Because&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; time &lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; moving &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;And&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; you're nothing &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt;but a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: garamond,adobe garamond;"&gt; [[memory]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-3253619977346659531?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/3253619977346659531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=3253619977346659531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3253619977346659531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3253619977346659531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-1602871898253856775</id><published>2007-03-27T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:08:49.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>of farewells and prom crammings</title><content type='html'>Banaag Farewell party was fun. We went to Cheskie's house to prepare for the party. Then went to Pergula. Watched the video that we made for the seniors. I didnt swim. But I drnk!![Beer] haha. Ill miss the seniors. :( I'll miss the Green Queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kamae's house to get the jewelry that I'll wear for the prom. After that ,we went to Issa's BIG house to get my videocam. Then we went to SM north to buy my shoes,clutch and accessories. I bought a pair of gold shoes, a bronze clutch, a pair of earrings and a necklace. I didnt buy the Sally Hansen airbrush. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Im so bored. and lazy too. I have to wake up early tomorrow because I'll go/have to go to the dentist tom. waah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-1602871898253856775?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/1602871898253856775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=1602871898253856775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1602871898253856775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1602871898253856775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/of-farewells-and-prom-crammings.html' title='of farewells and prom crammings'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-3970084590497266674</id><published>2007-03-25T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:08:06.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;can you say bored? yeap. i am really bored.ive been using this computer for hours, saving nonsense stuffs, fashion show pictures. Today is LS's graduation. Im gonna miss her sooooo much. :(( i want to see her because i miss her and there are chances that I wont be able to see her again. :(aww. tomorrow's the farewell party for the seniors, a swimming party. I dont want to swim because prom's 4 days away and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i dont want to have a tan. &lt;/span&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a list of stuff that i must buy/need for prom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;jewelries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bag/clutch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;airbrush (Sally Hansen)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hair and make-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i need to go to the dentist&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;need to go to Kamae's house for the jewelry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love Chanel and Christian Lacroix. I downloaded the fashion show pics of Chanel Fall 07 RTW and Christian Lacroix Fall 07 RTW. I love their designs. haha. i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; really bored. I was also watching Georges Chakra Haute Couture (FashionTV) and i love his designs. There's this dress that I want to wear for prom. Haha, but I cant because I already have a prom dress.hmm, maybe at the gradball &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nalang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im currently watching Date My Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-3970084590497266674?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/3970084590497266674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=3970084590497266674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3970084590497266674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3970084590497266674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-2798701623674940557</id><published>2007-03-24T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:07:18.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me by Lea Salonga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tell Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;by Lea Salonga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: 85%;"&gt;There are nights&lt;br /&gt;When i can't help but cry&lt;br /&gt;And i wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You have to leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did it have to end so soon&lt;br /&gt;When you said that you would never leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Where did i go wrong&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to make you change&lt;br /&gt;Your mind completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i thought&lt;br /&gt;This love would never end&lt;br /&gt;But if this love's not ours to have&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go with your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why did it have to end so soon&lt;br /&gt;When you said that you would never leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Where did i go wrong&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to make you change&lt;br /&gt;Your mind completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i thought&lt;br /&gt;This love would never end&lt;br /&gt;But if this love's not ours to have&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go with your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, tell me&lt;br /&gt;Where did i go wrong&lt;br /&gt;What did i do to make you change&lt;br /&gt;Your mind completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i thought&lt;br /&gt;This love would never end&lt;br /&gt;But if this love's not ours to have&lt;br /&gt;I'll let it go with your goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-2798701623674940557?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/2798701623674940557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=2798701623674940557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2798701623674940557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2798701623674940557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/tell-me-by-lea-salonga.html' title='Tell Me by Lea Salonga'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-3111011254754759762</id><published>2007-03-24T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:06:23.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anorexic</title><content type='html'>I think im getting fat. No. I am getting fat.  I dont want to be fat. I mean, my tummy is a bit big. argh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-3111011254754759762?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/3111011254754759762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=3111011254754759762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3111011254754759762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3111011254754759762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/anorexic.html' title='Anorexic'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6199989529751640537</id><published>2007-03-23T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:05:37.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Summer</title><content type='html'>March 23,2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy!! I passed the Geom exams. For the first time, I passed Geom. I cant believe it. I am so proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our clearance day today. So I went to school because of that stupid clearance. I got "cleared" . So Kamae, Therese,Maui,Jema, Mica and other people have to stay in school until 12. We got bored. After that, T-ann and I went to starbucks and after that to LSC to inquire for the college entrance exams thingy. We saw Jana,Alex, Jamoi and? I forgot the other one. Hehe. After that, T-ann went home, I went to mcdo and I saw Abbie and Joana then I sit with them. We went to Drew's nalang instead because they will play Dota or something. Haha. So to kill time, I surf the net and search for songs and Y!M with Maui too. After which, I decided to go to Shakey's and I got bored so I went to Natio . Dessa picked me up and went to the Derma near Celeb and Capitol. Had Diamond Peel and Ionto. I have to go back there because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kulang &lt;/span&gt;money ko. It was painful, removing all those shiz. Then we went to Marikina Riverbanks. Dessa's relatives are so kind to me and they treat/treated me to Chowking. It was such a nice experience hanging out with her cousins and relatives. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sinundo na ako nila Ate Rose and Kuya Jim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nagonline ako. Arghhh. I hate my brother. Anyway, so there's this girl. She PMed me[YM] then blahblahabla... after that, she said that she lost the charger of my videocam. OHMYGOSH. sana hindi totoo. Please lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;March 24,2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day of my summer officially starts today!! Yey. Im bored. I watched TV and watched Cleopatra. Then I downloaded layouts in the internet. Im really really bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6199989529751640537?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6199989529751640537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6199989529751640537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6199989529751640537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6199989529751640537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-day-of-summer.html' title='First Day of Summer'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-8196520496403808450</id><published>2007-03-22T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:05:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 years</title><content type='html'>Long time no blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom's a week away. cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - Wednesday: Had our last exams for this SY. went to Kamae's house yesterday and LS's house too :)&lt;br /&gt;Today- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia,times new roman,times,serif;"&gt;: No classes but went to school because we had our shooting for our farewell film for the seniors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey. School is finally out. I am so happy and at the same time Im sad too. Senior na. Im so happy that its already over. No more mind boggling problems and cramming in Geom, names to memorize in social, chapters to read in Filipino, interior decorating in THE, parish involvement project/s in CL,sleepless nights just to finish my lit crit paper and RPSs in English, no more speechfest practices, lunchless days and definitely no more sleeping sessions during Filipino. hehe. Ive learned a lot of things. I realized how time's really important, I learned how to manage my time wisely and how to love what I'm doing. I learned that you have to be strong,hold on and never give up, learn to value everything and learn how to appreciate things. Now that junior year is over,this year's a part of my memory&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, memory nalang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ill miss our teachers.  I really love them and I'll never forget them. Ill miss Jamoi too. :(( She'll be leaving because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;punta na siya ng Canda.&lt;/span&gt; 1 year to go and im on my own, ill be leaving the school where I grew up, where I formed new friendships, where I learned to love, learned to cry,the place where I developed my talents. I can still remember the time when I first stepped in MC. I didn't know anyone. I was completely lost.For 12 years,I met a lot of people, people who helped and shaped me. 1 year nalang. Ill be leaving my beloved Alma Mater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LS is leaving too. :( She'll graduate this Sunday. holy molly. Ill miss her. :(( My recess time will be boring now that you're gone. :( I hope we'll meet someday. :(( Goodbye :( I love you but I also hate you!!ugh I hate you!!:( Why cant you even accept my invitation[Friendster]?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday to Golda Zamuco and Chato Racoma*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-8196520496403808450?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/8196520496403808450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=8196520496403808450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8196520496403808450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8196520496403808450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/12-years.html' title='12 years'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-1548066406565827980</id><published>2007-03-14T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:04:28.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>Its finally over!! Yey! I am so happy. I had my oral defense a while a go. It was good. haha I was able to answer 98% of the questions. I wasnt really that nervous. But my tummy still hurts. I dont even know why my tummy hurts. I stayed and slept in the clinic for 2 hours. I missed 2 subjects. :( We also had our last Filipino class. Ill miss sleeping during Filipino. Aww. and of course, Ill miss our teacher Ms. Dino.Social: we discussed about World War II, our last lesson.CL:Sir. John got mad because he thought I was sleeping and i told him that im not feeling well, so I went to the clinic. After 2 hours, I went back to the classrooms to get the stuff I needed for recess, I saw LS again, I really really miss her. Time's running out. :(( Ill miss her. Anyway, then we had our last Filipino class, took the post diagnostic test about Jose Rizal and Wika and all that shiz. After that, we had our English class and yey!! Poof. What a relief thank goodness. Then after lunch Geom class. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;may PMS ata si Sr. Gerald ngayon eh.  &lt;/span&gt;Then after consultation [ leap students are required sa consultation for Geom] Abbie, Jema and I went to the caf and I ate siopao and chocolate cake and water yum!! haha. k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Happy Birthday Abby Aranda** :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-1548066406565827980?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/1548066406565827980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=1548066406565827980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1548066406565827980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/1548066406565827980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-4501771325507118780</id><published>2007-03-12T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:03:55.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>I want to die right now. I think im going to die right now because of that English literary criticism/oral defense. :(( My oral defense will be on wednesday or unfortunately, tomorrow. I am not yet ready, please.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sana naman wag full panel sa defense ko. Please :| Sana si Ms. Castillo lang.&lt;/span&gt; Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had 3 quizzes and 1 longtest today. and I crammed. :| i know cramming isnt good.Ive been cramming since like 1st year? Before &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi hindi ako nag-aaral pero pumamapasa ako.&lt;/span&gt; haha. 4 students again had their defense today. Sir Antiquera was there.. 25 down. 15 students to go and 6 students to go before my oral defense. :(( Panic!Panic!! collapse. okay. im still not yet making my speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our elections for officers during lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who are too masungit and people who dont take me seriously when Im serious. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ang warfreak talaga nila.&lt;/span&gt; I cried. Good thing they didnt notice that i cried. What people dont know about me is that I am too sensitive, sometimes even though im hurt, i pretend to be happy because i dont want people to notice that. I hate it when im trying to be nice to them&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tapos gagaguhin nila ako.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It is so unfair. Its so hard when you keep on pretending and that people cant even comfort you and that they cant see that i am crying. I am vulnerable. I just want them to be more sensitive and start caring about other's feelings. My heart really hurts right now and i cant even breathe. :(&lt;!--3&lt;br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw LS. Cute niya talaga. Miss ko na siya :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-4501771325507118780?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/4501771325507118780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=4501771325507118780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4501771325507118780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4501771325507118780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/fragile.html' title='Fragile'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6183705675105663941</id><published>2007-03-10T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:03:21.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eviction</title><content type='html'>The seniors had their last play yesterday.It was really emotional. Pauline,Abby,Maya,Jow,Jussell: im gonna miss you all. I cried a lot. Its really hard letting them go. 1 year isnt enough. i cant believe they're leaving, i cant also imagine sr. jeff not being our moderator. I dont know if i am ready, but ill really miss them :((. I dont want to let them go. I love them. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ko kayo malilimutan. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im still working on my powerpoint presentation for my defense. Geez. Im so nervous right now. dont have a speech yet, and im not yet studying for our quizzes/longtest tom. yay :|. And I already got my promdress &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May promdate na ata ako. Pero Im not yet sure. Sayang, sana si Jap pa din promdate ko. :((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody understands how much I miss you, I miss how much we used to talk, &amp; miss all the things we used to do. I try not to admit it to myself that I still feel this way. Nobody knows that I still wake up thinking of you each day. I still think of you &amp;amp; I really do miss you. I would give up everything I have to be everything we`re not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6183705675105663941?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6183705675105663941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6183705675105663941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6183705675105663941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6183705675105663941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/eviction.html' title='Eviction'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6939746328004521075</id><published>2007-03-09T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:02:38.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance and Rejections</title><content type='html'>Im happy and sad at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time's running out.We only have a few weeks left. Im gonna miss my teachers. But im not gonna miss the lessons. Those damn effin hard lessons. I know I will not miss Geom or English. But Ill miss social studies, because its my first time to get a high grade in social and my very first time to like world history. I'll miss Chem too. I love Chem and other science related subjects. haha. I will also miss the green batch 07. :((. But i have to let her go. :(( Ill miss that special someone to. I like you since I was in Grade 5. I thought that I should stop liking you by the time I stepped in high school. But no, everytime I see you, it makes me like you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Sr. Gerald returned our longtests. I was really expecting a passing score. I got a not so good score. I need to focus &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt;. I need to study harder. We also had our last THE class/lesson. It isnt really the last one, but we are going to have our longtest. During Social Studies, I think we had 3 or 4 lessons. aww. anyhow, Oral Defense &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko na next week. &lt;/span&gt;Full panel. Can i handle it/them? we'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our last stage of deliberations a while ago, dismissal time. At first, i thought that they had decided that i'll still be an apprentice, i was the last one who entered/ had the last of the last stage of deliberations. Then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sabi nila member na ako&lt;/span&gt;. I am so happy!! I cried because im happy. i didnt really expect that ill be a member. I want to jump and run because i am happy!! Yey!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jap will not be my promdate anymore, because of a family outing. I need to find a new promdate. :(&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/1458162638818365803-6939746328004521075?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6939746328004521075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6939746328004521075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6939746328004521075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6939746328004521075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/acceptance-and-rejections.html' title='Acceptance and Rejections'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-6334892786808242767</id><published>2007-03-08T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:00:48.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it out</title><content type='html'>Ive been using the computer for the last 2 hours and I cant think what am i going to write here.&lt;br /&gt;My body hurts/aches right now. I am so tired. Ive been stressing a lot, We will be having our summer break in less than 2 weeks. Cant wait for summer!! cant wait for prom too.!! yay. i dont know if im excited or what. hehe.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had our CL class and had a new lesson: Anointing of the Sick. The quiz didnt push through, so we are going to have our quiz next week. Damn.We need to cram our Cl presentation because my groupmates dont want to participate. Cmon. Dont you want a high grade? If you want, then participate. They are sooo lazy. We had our Geom after Cl. Twas so boring. Then Music. Practical test/exam. Good thing is that Ill be having my practical test/exam next week. Yey!! 1 week to practice for the practical exam. I need to pass this subject. shiz. I dont want to fail Music. We also had our Chem LT. it was okay.Because I was able to answer everything. I want to get a perfect score. hehe. During English time, again, 4 students had their oral defense. OM. 16 down. 24 to go!! argh. I will be having my defense next week. I am so nervous. I hate making speech and oral defense like this. Sana nalang kasi written exam nalang yung exams namin, hindi ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delibs was okay? I guess. I really dont know. I cried. nung time na yun, di ko talaga alam, I really wanted to cry.Natatakot ako. Kinakabahan. Basta mixed emotions.I can do this. :)&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina, I was blog hopping, tapos pumunta sa site ng friend ko. Then she wrote stuff about this girl. May 10% feeling ko na ako yun. Oh well, di ko alam, pero mahirap na din magtrust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-6334892786808242767?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/6334892786808242767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=6334892786808242767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6334892786808242767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/6334892786808242767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/let-it-out.html' title='Let it out'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-7486796968083922664</id><published>2007-03-07T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:00:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>So okay, I officially hate this day. First we had our CCQ, i didnt study. actually, i did study, but it wasnt enough because I wasnt able to memorize the important stuffs. Then we had our CL class. Our lesson is about Confession,the flow of discussion was good naman. Then we had our seatwork in Chem. It wasnt that hard. Really. I went to the clinic after recess because i thought that we're going to have a quiz. Haha. Im in the clinic for about an hour. haha. but really, i realized that i am really sick. Then we had our English. Haha. it was okay and of course scary. Sir John and Ms. Dino were there but they didnt ask any questions. Geom was fine, I guess. Second to the last lesson. Yey :| haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, then we had our delibs. again. my second time. I think I sucked because i wasnt able to give my best because i feel sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Post-it a while ago. Finally Yey. and I bought an intermediate pad paper. haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really need to go, because I have to study for our Chem LT.&lt;br /&gt;Im soooo sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Way Back Into Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past, I just can’t seem to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been hiding all my hopes and dreams away&lt;br /&gt;Just in case I ever need em again someday&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been setting aside time&lt;br /&gt;To clear a little space in the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been watching but the stars refuse to shine&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been searching but I just don’t see the signs&lt;br /&gt;I know that it’s out there&lt;br /&gt;There’s got to be something for my soul somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been looking for someone to shed some light&lt;br /&gt;Not just somebody just to get me throught the night&lt;br /&gt;I could use some direction&lt;br /&gt;And I’m open to your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart again&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’m hoping you’ll be there for me in the end&lt;br /&gt;There are moments when I don’t know if it’s real&lt;br /&gt;Or if anybody feels the way I feel&lt;br /&gt;I need inspiration Not just another negotiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do is find a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t make it through without a way back into love&lt;br /&gt;And if I open my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping you’ll show me what to do&lt;br /&gt;And if you help me to start again&lt;br /&gt;You know that I’ll be there for you in the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-7486796968083922664?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/7486796968083922664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=7486796968083922664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7486796968083922664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/7486796968083922664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-2422205718509650938</id><published>2007-03-06T11:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T12:01:21.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dusk: A Promise of A New Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JS Turnover Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;March 23,2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Green Batch 07&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Yellow Batch 08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;IV-5&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;III-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Goodbye My Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Spice Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no, no no no no, no no no no,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen little child, there will come a day&lt;br /&gt;When you will be able, able to say&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the pain, or the aggravation&lt;br /&gt;You know there's a better way, for you and me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a rainbow in every storm&lt;br /&gt;Fly like an angel, heaven sent to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend (I know you're gone, you said you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;but I can still feel you here)&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end (gotta keep it strong before the pain&lt;br /&gt;turns into fear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad we made it, time will never change it - no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a little girl, big imagination&lt;br /&gt;Never letting no-one take it away&lt;br /&gt;Went into the world, what a revelation&lt;br /&gt;She found there's a better way for you and me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a rainbow in every storm&lt;br /&gt;Find out for certain, love's gonna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be someone's baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend (I know you're gone, you said you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;but I can still feel you here)&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end (gotta keep it strong before the pain&lt;br /&gt;turns into fear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad we made it, time will never change it&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times when we would play about&lt;br /&gt;The way we used to scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;We never dreamt you'd go your own sweet way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for a rainbow in every storm&lt;br /&gt;Find out for certain love's gonna be there for you&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be someone's baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend (I know your gone, you said you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;but I can still feel you here)&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end (you gotta keep it strong before the&lt;br /&gt;pain turns into fear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad we made it time will never never change it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;you know it's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget you can rely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;you know it's time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;and don't forget on me you can rely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;I will help, help you on your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no no no&lt;br /&gt;I will be with you every day&lt;br /&gt;no no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Your Side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the daylight's gone and you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;And you need a friend just to be around&lt;br /&gt;I will comfort you, I will take your hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'll pull you through, I will understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And you know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be at your side, there's no need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll survive through the haste and hurry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, and you've nowhere to turn&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If life's standing still and your soul's confused&lt;br /&gt;And you cannot find what road to choose&lt;br /&gt;If you make mistakes (make mistakes)&lt;br /&gt;You can't let me down (let me down)&lt;br /&gt;I will still believe (still believe)&lt;br /&gt;I will turn around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side, there's no need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll survive through the haste and hurry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, and you've nowhere to turn&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;You know that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I'll be at your side, there's no need to worry&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll survive through the haste and hurry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, you've got somewhere to go,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm right there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side, I'll be right there for you&lt;br /&gt;(Together we'll survive) through the haste and hurry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be at your side&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone, you've got somewhere to go,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm at your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there for you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there for you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm right at your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-2422205718509650938?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/2422205718509650938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=2422205718509650938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2422205718509650938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/2422205718509650938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/dusk-promise-of-new-dawn.html' title='Dusk: A Promise of A New Dawn'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-3528727313569272155</id><published>2007-03-06T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:57:08.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer plans and stress level</title><content type='html'>Aww. My stress level reaches 100000 na. damn. im so nervous na. i still dont have a powerpoint.damn. i hate it. i cant make a decent blog entry. Actually the reason why may blogs ako kasi i want to improve on my writing skills. I want to be a good writer, and also want to make really good entries, but with the school requirements, it seems impossible. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 students had their oral defense a while a go. 8 down? [im not sure]32 students to go. I am really nervous because what if its my turn and i cant answer their questions. waaah. Im so proud of Mica, she got a perfect score in her litcrit, she just presented her powerpoint and ms Lin didnt ask her any questions anymore. She's so lucky. We also had our Last Geom LT. yey. finally, its all over. haha.I hope that I'll pass this LT. Please. I think I deserve it. haha We also had our practical test in PE. Futsal. I was able to play for a few minutes because i wasnt really in the mood to play. So Yana and I had a heart to heart talk. hee. Our team won. GO yellow team. Filipino time was boring. as always. but good thing i didnt fall asleep. haha. I read Mica's book but i wasnt able to finish it. Its so long. Yay. Then Guidance. Still planning my summer, since I will be busy this summer, studying. Geek. haha. I know. But I really need this. I want to get in a good college. I want to study in UP, Ateneo, La Salle, UST,UA&amp;P,UCLA, NYU, anywhere in US or Europe( i need to get a scholarship) I hope I will enjoy my summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still not studying for our last CCQ in social. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must &lt;/span&gt;study.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Hours is &lt;3 style="font-style: italic;"&gt; have come to realize that he's just a guy, a special one maybe, but he's not mine. I don't need to do things to make him love me again. If he wanted to, he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is the stupidest thing in the world and it doesn't mean a thing to me. Because tell me; what does love really do for you? It makes your heart pound 100 miles a minute, makes you cry yourself to sleep at night, makes you wait by the phone just to see if he'll call, makes you spend money on material things to cover up what's inside so that maybe he'll notice you. Love is full of Maybe's; it's never a sure thing. Love can be lost easily as it is found. Love can turn to hate, jealousy, and greed. Emotions are to be felt, acted upon; to be given and received; love isn't meant for that. It is only said and words mean nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw our school's very own Lucas Scott. Hehe. I miss LS terribly. ang sad tuloy tuwing recess. :(&lt;br /&gt;Delibs na tom. Im so scared and nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-3528727313569272155?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/3528727313569272155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=3528727313569272155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3528727313569272155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3528727313569272155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/summer-plans-and-stress-level.html' title='Summer plans and stress level'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-933198819631259107</id><published>2007-03-05T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:56:21.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from reality</title><content type='html'>Yeah. Back from Reality ulit. All of a sudden, bumalik lahat ng stress ko. shiz. ang daming requirements. Last Saturday, Nag Ahead ako para magpatutor for the Longtest tom. Hell week na to. Ang daming longtests. Defense week na ngayon. Kahit pang 32nd pa ako, im still nervous. Sobrang ang labo ng paper ko. Im so scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-933198819631259107?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/933198819631259107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=933198819631259107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/933198819631259107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/933198819631259107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/back-from-reality.html' title='Back from reality'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-725597134439539183</id><published>2007-03-05T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:55:36.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Seven's Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Kami yung last na nagretreat!! haha. dapat kasi nung October pa retreat namin eh. Haha, Anyhow,the retreat was fun. I love the place and i love the food and everything there. We had our retreat last March 1. twas only 2 days. But its all worth it. Kaya lang, kulang sa time. Dapat lagi nalang may retreat para laging happy. First retreat ko to. I had fun. Ang dami kong natutunan. Sana lang medyo mahaba. Cant wait for next year, this time 3 days naman. Ang memorable nito, sana lang madami pa akong nashare na things. Parang pag nandun ka, "escape" sa stressful world. Bonding time with classmates!! Enjoy talaga. Naiyak din ako sa affirmation part. Natouch ako sa kanila. Aww. hehe. Tapos, ang bait nung mga facilitators especially Ate Mitay and kuya Jojit. Nakakainspire yung story ni ate Mitay.Kahit ang dami niyang challenges sa life niya, nakikita ko na sobrang successful siya, nakayanan niya lahat ng challenges that God has given to her. Ang strong ng faith niya and ang bait pa niya. She's a good role model. and grabe, ang daming countries na niyang napuntahan. Napaka strong niya. And ang sarap ng feeling nung reflection part. Yung time with God. Nafeel ko talaga yung presence niya eh. Kinausap ko siya. Sana may ganyan sa house namin na pwede akong makapagreflect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nun, bumalik na kami sa aming Alma Mater. around 2.30 kami nakarating. Pagkabalik ko dun, nafeel ko na naman yung stress. Kasi defense na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-725597134439539183?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/725597134439539183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=725597134439539183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/725597134439539183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/725597134439539183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/03/perfect-sevens-retreat.html' title='Perfect Seven&apos;s Retreat'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-8830477187469012181</id><published>2007-02-28T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:54:42.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Lover</title><content type='html'>aww. this might be the last time that i will be able to see her because we will have a retreat tomorrow. Kanina kasi, hindi ko siya nakita, kasi nakatalikod ako. haha. sayang talaga :( tapos retreat namin. 2 days ko siya di makikita. aww. tapos exams na nila. ill miss her. :( sana nagkakilala tayo, diba? sana atleast naging friends tayo para kilala kita. sana makita pa kita. or kayo. aww :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im so excited for tomorrow. Retreat na namin!! dapat kasi october pa, pero kasi may bagyo kaya hindi natuloy. ugh. asar. so dapat may pasok kami and makikita ko siya. I like her, not love her, by the way. hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt able to submit my litcrit kanina, because feeling ko kailangan ko pa itong iedit. 9 pages palang kasi eh. so ayun. i'll submit it nalang tomorrow. Kanina, we had our mock oral defense in english, eh yung time na yun nakarest yung head ko, so our teacher thought that i was sleeping and she called me. I was able to answer a few questions, pero hindi lahat. Im so nervous na. pang 32nd ako sa magdefense. woah. grabe. stress level goes to 10!! woot. gotta go na.&lt;br /&gt;palanca please:) thanks. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-8830477187469012181?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/8830477187469012181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=8830477187469012181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8830477187469012181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8830477187469012181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/goodbye-lover.html' title='Goodbye Lover'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-3141587386185232388</id><published>2007-02-27T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:53:56.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We just received our class jacket/hoodie. Its so cool, because we are the first section to have a class hoodie. Also, the reason why we ordered our class hoodies is because our retreat is on thursday!! Yay!! I am so happy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Tomorrow na yung deadline dun sa lit crit paper namin!! waah. Cram na naman. And we cant submit the paper during dismissal time. Aww. that's why i need to cram this shit. Dapat hindi ako nagblog ngayon di ba? haha. God, please help me.I hate it. Our oral defense will start next Monday, kinakabahan na ako. Sana naman okay lang yung speech stuff ko.Sa totoo lang, nakakatamad na talaga. Eh sino ba gustong madaming homeworks and malapit na yung vacation di ba? grabe. pati Music ayoko na eh.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, nagiPod ako, then i fell asleep, i forgot to turn it off, next day, wala ng battery. San ka pa? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, kaninang umaga, yung class namin yung magsponsor ng morning mass, tapos nakalimutan ko, so buti nalang naalala nila batchrep. Hehe, naabutan nga namin, patapos na pala. Haha. Tapos, nag quiz kami sa Geom. IDK kung easy lang or hindi. kasi sa kin okay lang,nareceive din namin MQRs namin kanina, C-. Kaya ko ito.I forgot to study last night for today's CCQ, then we had our CCQ kanina,i crammed it nalang. i mean yung pagstudy, gumawa naman ako ng notes kagabi. And im so happy that eventhough i didnt study that much, nakakuha pa din ako ng decent na score. Pati din sa Longtest ah. haha.During Chem naman, nagcheck kami ng quiz naman. WTH? what is happening to me? i cant believe na ang baba ng nakuha kong grade dun sa quiz. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. haha. Then, PE, nagfutsal kami. Ka team ko sila Mica. haha. Pero di kami naglaro ni Yana, so next week kami naman ang maglalaro. Ang ganda ng voice niya. Kumanta siya ng Tell me. Super ganda ng voice niya. Tapos Lunch, wala sila Abbie kasi retreat nila. So kami lang nila Maui and Jema. Then Fil naman, twas uber BORING. Nakakatamad magbasa ng El Fili. Chapter 11 palang ako, eh nasa Chapter 20 something na kami dun sa lesson. haha. pano na yan. Tapos, BEC naman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Shine, Jesus, Shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; n action song namin haha. Twas fun and boring at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Auditions kanina sa Banaag. nakapag "bully" ako kanina. haha ayun lang. 2 yung nag back out kanina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Girly Girl is still masungit :0 I dont like her talaga. bwisit siya. &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/1458162638818365803-3141587386185232388?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/3141587386185232388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=3141587386185232388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3141587386185232388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/3141587386185232388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/02/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-4383190165826760286</id><published>2007-02-26T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:49:56.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of batch reps,auditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Congrats Mary Erica Manuel!! Im so proud of you!! yihee!! batch rep na. Im so happy that she's gonna be our next batch rep.Anyhow. Im so happy because: wala kaming quiz sa CL kanina. But we had our quiz in Chem, which is a little bit hard and a little bit easy Im also happy that girly girl didnt win because i know she's gonna be the worst batch rep because she's a bad girl. hehe,pero kaya lang clubmates kami. I hate her talaga. She's sooo mean.Its true naman eh. Anyway. it rained. thank God, it rained because ang init talaga.Nagpaauditions kami kanina sa Banaag, tapos 2 lang yung applicants for acting. haha. ang dami nila noh? hehe. NagLEAP din ako kanina. wala lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;I hate my life. I hate my academic life. I wish Im smarter. I want to excel. I dont want to fail. Geom is so hard!! Help? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll make a longer entry next time. Lots of stuff to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-4383190165826760286?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/4383190165826760286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=4383190165826760286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4383190165826760286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/4383190165826760286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/04/of-batch-repsauditions.html' title='Of batch reps,auditions'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-8263087908806046241</id><published>2007-02-25T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:48:30.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;AS we grow up, there’s going to be many things that we don’t like. Hookups that mean so much to one person and nothing to the other, girls who like the same guy as you, you will meet new people who may matter to you more than others- But the one guy who stays by you till the end will e the one. - Laguna Beach&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;There’s nothing like you standing there&lt;br /&gt;talking to me &amp; I push u like it hurts, `.&lt;br /&gt;Then u walk off like your not coming `'&lt;br /&gt;back; then u turn around and smile’ at&lt;br /&gt;me with those eyes trying to look&lt;br /&gt;serious, and I smile back, trying to’ act&lt;br /&gt;mad, but we cant help it so you walk&lt;br /&gt;back and I take your hand and u put`&lt;br /&gt;your arms around me &amp; whisper I&lt;br /&gt;love you&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;- - nothing like it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;Waste your time with your friends. Live for the moment. Laugh often, be immature. Do anything and everything n if it's something you'll regret in the morning. Sleep late. And when you wake up u can laugh about it wit your friends - because friends are what matters most and when u have friends. You have everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;we don't belong apart, we've seen out lives without&lt;br /&gt;each other, and we've realized it's just not right like that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;let's just drink to get drunk, and&lt;br /&gt;tell each other&lt;i&gt; everything&lt;/i&gt; .. for a&lt;br /&gt;drunken mind speaks a sober heart&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;forget the risk &amp;&amp;amp; take the &lt;i&gt;fall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if its what you want - then it's&lt;br /&gt;worth it all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Batang; color: rgb(255, 153, 51);"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 51);"&gt;All girls really want is someone to want themback...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Batang; color: rgb(255, 153, 51);"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(255, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;(One Tree Hill)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;I don’t obsess, I think intensely.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;Little did I know you were just another&lt;br /&gt;end road. paved with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(255, 128, 191);"&gt;pretty lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: rgb(64, 159, 255);"&gt;broken dreams&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;It's kinda cute how I pretend to be Everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;I'm just another sububarn heartache, blending to waste away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;i just wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; i was one of those lucky girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;who had a boy to give her the world &amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Verdana; color: black;"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; had&lt;br /&gt;to build up the courage to tell a guy how she&lt;br /&gt;felt about him because &lt;em&gt;she`d already know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;that he felt the same way..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;Somewhere between all of&lt;br /&gt;our laughs, &lt;i&gt;long talks&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;stupid fights and retarded jokes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I fell in love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt; everything happens for a reason. sometimes things fall apart just so other things can fall &lt;em&gt;together.&lt;/em&gt; but in the end, what's meant to be will &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; find it's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;cause i &lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; gave it my all&lt;br /&gt;you were just never there to take it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;you left me here beside myself:left me with all the reasons why i was wrong for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;everyone seems to be finding happiness&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just falling a little behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;he's the kind of guy that makes you love your&lt;br /&gt;name just because of the way he says it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;never settle for average.&lt;br /&gt;its just as close to the&lt;br /&gt;bottom as it is to the top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black;"&gt;&amp;amp; i would travel a million miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; to see you for a minute..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1458162638818365803-8263087908806046241?l=glamfabulous.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/feeds/8263087908806046241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1458162638818365803&amp;postID=8263087908806046241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8263087908806046241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1458162638818365803/posts/default/8263087908806046241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://glamfabulous.blogspot.com/2007/02/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>dramaqueen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1458162638818365803.post-465334569133379519</id><published>2007-02-25T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T11:47:51.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of birthdays,dresses,dates,turnovers and goodbyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0007ft2w/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0007gwxt" border="0" height="111" width="148" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0007ft2w" border="0" height="115" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Birthday Mom!! I love you so much!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;!I want to say sorry for not being at my best sometimes, but you still love me!! I love my parents so much!! I didnt go to church today, its not that i dont want to or what, i just dont know why. But id want to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Im too lazy to study for geom right now, damn, its so freaking hard. I dont know what am I going to do. I used to love Math. I used to get high scores in Math. Junior life is way too hard, please make it a lil bit easier, I want to pass Geometry, okay, and Music too. (yeah, i got MQR in Music, damn Music is hard too)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0006kr05/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0006kr05/s320x240" border="0" height="143" width="92" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yesterday, Pumunta ako dun sa gagawa ng dress ko. Prom is a month away, and my prom dress is still undecided. I dont know which design am I going to choose for the dress. I still have no idea who my prom date will be. I asked my friend to ask this guy I really like, but im not yet sure. Ill keep my fingers crossed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0007h6ht/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0007h6ht/s320x240" border="0" height="175" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Last Friday, Feb23, we had our turnover ceremony, it quite boring, i guess,because its so hot. I met new people from IV-5. Ang bait nila. Nagbond din kami and talked about stuff. Then, nung pauwi na ako, I realized that I'll miss her so much. I cant imagine my life would be without her. I dont love her. I just like her. But i am not a lesbian or anything. Its just that, my recess life would be boring. Its hard to let go of someone who you really like. This week will be the last week that i will be able to see her. Ill shall make the most out of it. haha. ♥ Im gonna miss her so much. She's my secret like. haha. I like you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0007k06w/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/pinkmajesty/pic/0007k06w" border="0" height="124" width="172" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I wish life would be a lot more easier, you know. My life isnt perfect. Its too complicated. There's lot of drama. I dont want that. I want to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;****************************************&lt;wbr&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 204); font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh. She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear &amp; be a friend. She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One." You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime. She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a 'real' woman, either. She's not bitchy enough, or moody enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She's too understanding, too comfortable; she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a 'real' woman does. But she's cool, and nice, and funny, &amp; attractive enough that when you're lonely &amp;amp; need female companionship, she'll do just fine. You don't have to wine &amp; dine her because she knows the real you already, &amp;amp; you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her, she's not easy, but you know that she cares about you &amp; is attracted to you, &amp;amp; that she'll give you the friend you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won't bother her that you'll go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She'll settle for a goodbye hug &amp; a promise to call her &amp;amp; tell her how the date went. She's just so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points &amp; all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs. She could play the hard-to-get person like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you &amp;amp; she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off. Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, &amp; you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman. You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, &amp;amp; she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux. She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention &amp; turn the heads of everyone in the room, but she wants to turn someone's head. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do. She has feelings; she has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger &amp; better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, &amp;amp; she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile &amp;amp; redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is. 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